Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Unfamiliar Ceilings

This image doesn't really parallel any of my experiences with S-girl but it's so cute I'll give it to you here anyway.


Anywayz, here's some interesting stuff for you, on the house. S-girl only has a cameo role in it but whatevs.
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I'd like you all to know that I'm a pretty awesome drunk. When I haven't imbibed anything orange in colour at any rate. Heh. I get really talkative and happy and generally just a fun guy. Just as much as my sober self, guaranteed!
There have been two three  four occasions when I've awoken to a strange ceiling. If you've never experienced the feeling, I recommend trying it at least once in your life. It's trippy shit. You just lay there for a moment, feeling your eyelids slide over your eyes a few times. Then awareness starts to spread from visual to tactile and auditory, your sphere of awareness expanding outwards from your body. Or that's how it happens to me anyway.

The first time happened, appropriately, after a Greygoose party only a short time after I'd starting drinking. Not much tolerance yet, you understand. Nothing big to note there. All I remember of the night before was trying to stay awake and focused. At some point a game was played using dice of this nature. I don't remember anything from that segment. I'm okay with that.

The second time:
I woke up wearing a hoodie I'd never seen before, in an apartment, and laying next to S-girl.
J. Crew vintage fleece.
No idea how I got there, where the hoodie came from nor when S-girl joined me. She hadn't been hanging out with us the night before. Turns out it's D-girl's apartment. We'd all headed there at some point from the house we'd been partying in the night before. Then I got a phone call from S-girl. She had a habit of working late in the architecture school's craft shop and I'd walk her home. Usually mine. But this time I was way gone. Apparently I still had enough mind to want to escort her but none of the ability to carry that desire out. I fell over and gave one of D-girl's apartment lamps a permanent lean. They advised me to stay put and told S-girl where I was so she could come to me instead. The only thing that never got explained is the hoodie. It's a damn nice and warm hoodie, no regrets there, but we never did uncover the secrets of its origins.

The third time I had too much after a Halloween party. Fortunately, it was hosted in my house so I didn't have far to go before passing out in an odd position, face down. Actually, in that episode I didn't wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling, it was an unfamiliar floor. It was, in fact, my own room. How embarrassing. At some point one of my housemates returned late at night and noticed my light on and my door ajar. He peeked in and said I looked like I'd been shot in the back. For obvious reasons I do not have a photo of said weirdness.

The fourth time happened not too long ago. It was actually during the second hiatus I took in December, I think. I drank something orange and spent the next day with the worst hangover I've ever had. Although, put that way it doesn't mean much. I'd only had one hangover before that and it wasn't too bad. Only been hungover twice so far, though I've passed out or thrown up plenty. Can't have it all, I 'spose.

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  1. I've had one! I woke up in a trailer. Half naked with the a/c cranked up to high. I went outside and had a lovely chat with a cow. Apparently it didn't like it when I told it to speak to me, turned its heel and shat in the direction of my face. The previous night I'd had lemonade with Bacardi 151, and drank tequila straight from the bottle. Makes for a good story, when in its entirety.

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  2. Ah yeah, crazy stuff like that has happened to me more times than I can recall. But the last time was a couple years back. Woke up half naked and freezing cold on the floor of a strange apartment with a very large dog licking my face, I almost pissed myself when I opened my eyes.

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    1. Damn. I seem to have been lucky so far. You and D4 both woke up cold. I've always been in comfortably temperature environments when I've awoken. The awakening is much less rude this way.

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  3. I don't have any tales of drunken tomfoolery but I have some from other people. Such as when a friend woke up in a bed with one of her friends and they were handcuffed to eachother. To this day she still doesn't know how that happened. I guess I've never been that drunk. Or even been to a party really. My life is boring and dull.

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    1. That sounds like an awesome night she had. Just sayin.

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  4. I tried it once (waking up somewhere unfamiliar to me), omg. it was sickening thinking something happened when I black out. hahah! and then I woke up puking everywhere, window, floor and I crawled myself downstairs to the comfort room to puke again! ew!

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    1. That's what happens to me when I drink something mixed with orange soda!

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    2. that's odd. me too! after that I don't drink pomelo juice anymore. haha

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  5. I was too drunk to figure out how to put my coat on once, couldn't find my keys and then passed out in a snow bank in front of my house. Luckily somebody heard me and dragged me inside before I froze to death.

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    1. It's great to have friends for those situations.

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  6. I never woke up :/ to a strange ceiling before. I always somehow end up at home or crashing at some relative's place. I don't think I want too, though. Looks awkward. :P

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    1. It's always been either my own or a friend's place. It's just that I don't recognize it immediately nor remember how I got there.

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    2. Oh then in that case it was for my 20th birthday. I had 10 different shots, two screw divers, two sex on the beach and a mudslide. Stupid cousin was all "Tiff, you only turn 20 once, DRINK!" Foolish me that barely ever drinks does as he says. ~_~ The next couple of hours that followed was the worst morning of my life.

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    3. I know that feeling. #4 up there incapacitated me for the entire next day.

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  7. I once woke up under a bush...it was at that point I decided never to drink neat vodka with Russians again

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    1. Drinking with Russians is ok. Trying to keep up with Russians is a different story.

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  8. I can't relate to the unknown celling thing. I'm a really boring guy! But I know about hangovers! I find sleeping for only four hours then getting up to be the best way or dealing with a hangover!

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    1. Both those times I had hangovers I'd passed out the night before so I can't say that's an option for me.

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