Originally posted by Racer X 69 I had a similar experience with the Mexiacan booze, although I was in my 30's.
Mrs. Racer 1.0 really liked tequila. On her birthday one year I bought her some of her favorite, and we commenced to taking shots with salt and lime.
At some point I blacked out, and in her words, "Became the worm!"
I woke up the next day, on the floor next to the bed, puke everywhere in the house. She said I projectile vomited in every room, and outside. I supposedly slithered like a worm across the floor, out the door, down the steps and across the yard.
My head hurt.
Every part of me hurt.
I stank.
The house stank.
I had to clean it all up.
I had a hangover for a week.
For 20 years the very smell of the stuff would cause me to wretch.
My current neighbor is a tequila connoisseur. He vacations in Mexico once a year with his wife and a couple they know, and he brings back bottles of the stuff that we can't get here. A few Christmases back he gave me a bottle of some resposado something. It is like good scotch, smoky and complex, very good in a shot glass, sipped and savored.
I was finally able to drink tequila again.
Originally posted by eddie1960 yep good tequila is a whole other product from the stuff we poison our selves with (I woke up in a field, and heard stories about things i did for weeks . took me hours to get home, i only lived about 2 miles away...)
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I guess we all have similar stories:
Many years ago, during my massive annual Labour Day weekend party, I got into tequila shots. This was always a good sized party that ebbed and flowed inside the house, spilling out to the huge bonfire in the back yard, and even out onto the street some years. I remember four or five shots of the evil liquor and then nothing.
I awoke in the side yard, lying on the grass with two of my dogs guarding my half-dead body. No word of a lie, anyone walking too close would receive deep throated growls of warning from my loyal canine companions. I was so sick I thought I was going to die of alcohol poisoning. With this in mind, I started to crawl across the rocky driveway on my hands and knees. Upright travel was not possible. Part way to the house two things occurred to me. One, the small stones digging into my hands and knees were cause me extreme discomfort. And two, I really did not want anyone to see me in this condition; I would rather die in the yard with my dog friends.
Mrs CharLac V1.0 found me sometime later lying on the lawn. She offered to help me into the house but I did not want to be moved. I attempted to explain with heavy swollen tongue that the world began to spin so much faster when I moved. I did ask for a blanket. She returned to the party and promptly forgot her promise of warm for her pathetic spouse.
I woke some time later, shivering with dew soaking through my clothes. Luckily, I was quite close to a tent I had set up earlier in the day and a wonderful warm sleeping bag. It was probably my destination much earlier when I passed out. I crawled to it, slid into the sleeping bag, and zipped the tent almost shut. I left my head sticking out of the tent just in case I barfed yet again.
I woke up in this condition the next morning. The evening had been equally unkind to others at the party so beer and liquor bottle and human bodies were littered around the campfire.
I as well was sick for days and did not touch the stuff for well over twenty years.
Oh, and I found out later that I was a virtual dancing machine. I danced in the house, I danced on a table, I even entertained the party outside at the fire with my drunken cavorting.
I really hate tequila and not remembering.
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