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Originally Posted by UncleWede
Countdown at The Graduate, UCSB, circa 1986/7 after Fall finals. At 4:00, it's 5/1. At 5:00 it's 4/1. . . .
I couldn't drink margaritas, too much sugar, so they brought me margaritas with no slush (aka Jose shots in a glass)
Somehow made it back to my dorm, puked all over. Next day my roommate's parents where arriving to take him home, he met them downstairs in the lobby because I was still sick. About every hour I would throw up again.
Ended up in the ER, severely dehydrated. Dr. asks what I was drinking, and I said "Tequi -huhh, tequ-huhhhhh", puke all over the trash can. Dr. laughs and says "you can't even say it?" I blurt out "Tequila, but it must be at the hour mark."
Turns out I burned the lining of my stomach. They gave me some injection to reduce the sensitivity, then start to send me out. I nearly pass out in the exit area and they bring me back for another bag of saline (3 total).
Over break, I research enzymatic cleaners to disinfect our room. They don't work so well 2 weeks after the puke hits the carpet, but eventually I got used to it.
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Ah, The Graduate. Brings back some good memories! I went to Westmont College in Montecito, and we would occasionally head that way for a little party. Good times. Also, same timeline as you. Was the place to be!
