Haha.
The only thing I drink now is beer.
One night I drank 2 two six's of Disaronno within like, an hour and a half or so.
That led to feeling sick (because of all the sugar, and obviously alcohol.)
So me, Chris and Tim were at Subway, and I was outside hunched over spitting. Then I started puking. Chris came outside of Subway as I sat down on the curb with my head down, semi passed out, and said "Dude, do you want a meat, or veggie sub?". I didnt hear him, so he said it again. I didnt move, or make any indication, but I hear Tim yell from the inside "He said veggie!"
So we start walking away, as Chris is force-feeding me my Veggie sub, (which I'm sure would have been really good) so he shoves it in my mouth, and basically forces me to chew. Within 5 minutes of finishing my sub, I throw up. Only a little bit got on my pants (I actually DO mean a little bit, like, you can barely tell unless you know.)
And that, kids, is why I dont drink hard liquor anymore. That was about at the beginning of the summer. I've been a beer man since then. I can barely even drink coolers anymore. I can drink wine fine, unless it's red wine. I hate red wine.
On a red wine related note; Back a month ago when me and Andy would hang out every day, we would always drink. His parents made wine in their basement, and had ****tons of bottles. So he would always take 4 bottles of wine, bring them to my house, and we would drink 2 each. Thats pretty snazzy. It's way better than drinking wine from a box, like someone I know does.
And my beer story.(I need to even it out)
Me, Andy and Anthony always drink cold shots (if you dont know what they are, they are little 255ml [I think] cans of beer with 6% alcohol content)
So we always drink them. And we always have drinking competitions with them,
wherever we are. When we crack one, we yell out the number of whatever beer that is, and if you're behind that number called out, you have to catch up before that person finishes that freshly opened beer. Most people think we're retarded when we're at parties, and one of us all of a sudden yells "11!" and then 2 other people frantically chug beer.
And a few times, me and Anthony have wanted to drink, but he couldnt get to my house because he didnt have bus money or something, so we'll drink over MSN. And since we cant yell the numbers, one of us will call the other one, and there are no hello's, there is just a number. It's gotten to the point where if he calls here, and says a number, and my mom picks up the phone, she'll come down and tell me what number Anthony is on. We have supportive parents.