I Threw Up In A Bar

It's funny how when so called "thin" people are buzzed or drunk everyone keeps saying "She needs to eat."  How do they know I didn't?  They just assume that I need food.  There is all this buzzing about "well what did you eat?" as if that MUST be the problem.  They just so happen to be right.  I didn't eat nearly enough to absorb all of the alcohol I drank but still.  I just find that kind of funny that it's always assumed that's why I can't hold my liquor. 

After a work day of usual work snacks I headed out to happy hour with my friends.  I started out with a wine, then had another.  Then, it was on to two glasses of champagne.  Then, the patron shot showed up in front of me.  Aside from my work snacks I was going on 2 cheese sticks, cheese, veggies, and some tortilla chips.  All of a sudden I felt like crap and grabbed my friend to go with me to the bathroom.  I squatted down in the bathroom stall and listened to everyone tell me that I needed food.  Well, obviously it's a little late for that.  I keep drinking the tiny little cups of water my friend brings me.  I felt like I was getting a little better so I stood up only to find that I was not better at all.  I feel like I want to die and just when I think I really am I finally let loose.  With my two friends watching from the slightly open doorway I finally tossed my cookies.  I didn't even squat down to do it.  I just turned my head over the toilet from a standing position in the corner right next to the toilet.  I HATE throwing up.  I have always felt like a failure because I can't make myself do it at will.   Which is just as well because I'd hate to ruin my pearly whites and figure in the long run it's more trouble then it's worth.  I already put myself at risk with my eating habits-I don't need that to throw in the mix as well.  One minute I feel like death warmed over but as soon as my body got rid of all of that toxic alcohol I felt like a whole new person.  I dusted myself off.  Wiped off my pant leg.  I chewed some gum and drank some water.   I was good to go again.  We only stayed for about an hour after that.  Just enough time to sober up and hit the road for home.  I got home around 11:30 am and stumbled into bed.  I have not over drank in soooo long.  I am way too old for that but hey, sometimes it happens.  We had a lot of fun,  it's been a while since we all hung out and I didn't even have a hang over so it's all good.

Of course it crossed my mind that I hopefully threw up some food in the process but based on the scale today I don't really think that worked out so well.  Back in my single days when over drinking was more common I can remember dry heaving and vomiting bile the morning after because there was nothing left in my stomach to come up.  I liked that confirmation of knowing that I truly was empty.  Just the way I always wanted to be.