I Can't Drink Tequila
Ah Tequila... In April 2008 I had a long night of loads of tequila, whiskey, beer, wine and vodka. BAD BAD idea since I had work the next day. I told everybody I was with I couldn't drink tequila because it would hurt me, but after much fuss I gave in...
So I called my mum to pick me up at about 3AM, as she started driving I had to open the door and gag. I threw up in the car as well and mom wasn't very amused. It happened a few times on the 20 minute drive home. When we got home my mom made me clean the car - so I went inside and got some soap and a sponge (ha!).
Next day I could hardly get up for work at 7 but I made it. I got to work and still had vomit in my hair. I worked in a garden shop as a cashier. While I was serving a customer I felt vomit arising, so I stopped and ran to the bathroom. Needless to say I spent most of the day in the bathroom throwing up or sleeping on one of the chairs, luckily the manager wasn't around! However, I was unlucky and a co-worker told him, I never went back to work again after that.
But going back, after work my mom picked me up with my brother and his friend - she had to drop his friend back off at boarding school and they decided they'd get McDonalds on the way. I told her to take me home because I couldn't handle it but she refused, saying I should suffer! Anyway after they got their disgusting McDonalds the smell hit me and I vomited out the window - much to my brother's friend's disgust who was sitting behind me.
