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Montag, April 19, 2004
Sure, I've had my fair share of alcohol and hangovers from it the other day. When I was a Teenager, it was cool, especially for a girl, to drink beer and not get totally drunk from it. I had my special recipes for that. One was to drink three raw eggs before I went out, the other was to go to the toilet, vomit and go back to drink again.
I know this is not healthy or okay, but with 16 or 17 this was cool. At least for the people I was with.
I had one or two Blackouts and when I started to work in a bar, I saw so many people having serious problems with alcohol (or better without it) that I stopped drinking for about a year, just to see if I could. Luckily I could and nowadays I drink if I like to, but mostly I'm the driver and have no problems to drink water and have fun like hell.
I remember a party where ther was a friend, let's call him Johnny, who was so drunk and high, he walked in the crowded livingroom, opened his trousers and started to pee on the fireplace. When he closed his trousers and turned around, he saw us and asked, completely confused, what we all were doing with him at the loo.
I guess, if we wouldn'T have been such nice friends, he'd have ended up like one of the guys, Lionel linked to..