Always Anna

I haven’t been going out to the bars much lately - things have been crazy what with getting ready to move, a ton of events (like weddings, weekends away, etc.). But sadly, this money-saving, non-drunk spree came to an end on Saturday night, and I ended a personal record. I threw up.

To fully understand my history of drunken booting, you would have had to live with me in college, and the first year afterwards. Since most of you haven’t had that pleasure, here’s the skinny…. I used to drink a lot. And when I got sufficiently drunk, I threw up. When they’re wasted, some people get the spins, some people black out, some people piss the bed… I threw up. Nine out of ten times that I was drunk. Now don’t worry, people - it wasn’t too gross. I wasn’t a sloppy barfer. I always made it to a toilet or trash can before booting, and it didn’t usually happen until I was at home. So….

My record as the one that puked the most out of everyone I knew lasted about five years - all four years of college, and the first year afterwards. But then, something happened. I’m not sure what changed, I just suddenly stopped throwing up when drunk. I think this is both good and bed - less barfing, more hang overs. I can’t tell which is better.

Anyways, I can’t actually recall throwing up in the past two years (Emily, if you read this and know differently, comment on it!). Sadly, this streak came to an end on Saturday night. After sharing pitchers of John Harvard’s beer, a couple of StoliRaz&Sodas, and a bunch of scorpion bowls, I became a sloppy mess. Upon arriving home, I knocked over glasses of water, plates of food, passed out briefly… and then ran to the bathroom to boot. Yuck.

On the bright side, no hangover on Sunday.