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Long Weekend Camping So, pretty much on the heels of the rafting camping trip with David, get wind of another trip, this time with family for my maternal grandmother's birthday. It was originally supposed to be a trip to some cottage but changed at the last minute cause my uncle discovered that the cottages were pretty shitty...so we ended up at some shitty, privately owned campground. First things first...ye gods, that place was DIRTY! The washrooms were unspeakable, the faucet water had this weird floating reddish dirt particles floating in it and you had to PAY for hot water in the showers!! That was so freaking retarded that me and David stood there reading the sign for a good while before just shaking our heads and leaving the washroom/shower. Decent food throughout the days, almost none of the cup noodle/canned foods shit from our rafting trip...the site had electricity so mom and aunt made rice and many various side dishes and all that that entails. Went down to the lake once, rowed around for a while in a canoe and went for a bit of a swim...almost threw up at the end of that little swimming session, still not too sure why but I felt soooo sick when I got out of the water it wasn't even funny :P That's pretty much how the weekend went...lots of lazing around, finished the second book of the Sarantine Mosaic while I was there which was an awesome read...so many twistings and turnings in the plot and characters that I was taken completely by surprise when I discovered which woman Crispin ends up with in the end. Now the drinking....the real reason why I'm writing this because other than that, it was a fairly uneventful weekend despite the fact that we WERE camping. We stocked up on those green apple smirnoff coolers that my sis and mom liked and the mommies and girls drank those. Me and Dave had brought along with us two bottles for us, one of Gold Schlager, a cinnamon-y drink that I had at my birthday over half a year ago and a medium sized bottle of Crown Royal. Late last night, we started getting going on the drinking and polished off the gold stuff in relatively short order. That was about 4 shots for me and 5 for him. Not that anything that HE was drinking affected him...after his little stint in korea, this kid can take over a hundred shots before getting shitfaced :P But me...I was starting to get kinds tingly. At this point, we decided that it would be prudent to start consuming some snack of some sort while drinking to cushion our (my) system while drinking and started in on the pretzels. Started in on the Crown Royal...I managed to hit 3 glasses of that before I reaaallly started losing it XD I stopped drinking then...slightly sensible even while drunk I guess. I don't remember much of it too clearly now...but I DO remember that my mom got me to make her a cup of coffee while I was under the influence and I staggered off to comply, Lurching side to side, I made her her damned coffee and found out the morning after that it was rather plain cause I put in too much hot water XD. I'm told that I went through the whole "I love you man..." phase with David while I was drunk XD to the high amusement of my cousins and my sister. That's pretty much all that I remember with any semblance of clarity. I've been told that I offered to blow a raspberry on my cousin's friend's stomach (we had played truth or dare jenga earlier and that tile was the one most feared XD "Blow a raspberry on someone's tummy") and I regaled my cousins with stories about my first and second lovesand when asked about my PRESENT love, supposedly responded, "HEY! I'm not THAT drunk yet." I remember keeping my head pillowed in my arms on the picnic table during most of this cause as I told them, pulling my head up made me dizzy. I have very vague recollections of my cousin, the guy helping me to the washrooom with David and my sister with my toothbrush in hand and I rather clearly remember puking my guts out XD. The guys started making fun of the fact that only a tiny fraction of vomit landed IN the toilet...that most of it was on the seat and on the ground but hell, I'm proud of the fact that I managed to do it in the STALL let along the toilet XD Rinsed out my mouth, brushed my teeth (still drunk) and was walked/supported by my sister back to my tent where I crawled into the sleeping bag...where I found myself the next morning: still wearing my socks, jeans, t-shirt, and my sweater which I had been using as a pillow the night before. I woke up with no headache as most people associate with hangovers but with a REALLY queasy stomach. Declined breakfast, settling for cups of voiled water and small pieces of fruit here and there. I could still taste my vomit from the night before no matter how much I rinsed my mouth :/ Didn't eat anything till we stopped for lunch somewhere on the highway around 1:30-ish and even then, still felt kinda queasy. Even now, sitting here, I'm not sure whether my stomach feels strange cause I'm hungry or if I'm sick...and I'm afraid to find out XD So there was my trip...came back with a mild burn on face and arms, another crop of fresh, itchy as fucking hell mosquito bites and the new desire to never drink to get drunk again...I'll limit myself to 1-2 coolers or 1-2 shots and draw the line. It WAS kinda fun being all talkative and laughing at EVERYTHING, I'm not gona lie, it really was fun...but the effects the morning after JUST ain't worth the hassle. |