I blame the winter

My memories of my best drunk story are a little confusing. I think I remember half of all the things that happened to me in just one night. I don’t use to drink much alcohol, and when I start drinking, I get immediately dizzy, so I prefer to stop. That day I didn’t realize when I needed to stop. I blame the winter and cold weather.

I went to a friend’s birthday on July, last year I think. I drank piscola, a mix of pisco and coke. With just one glass I felt so happy, so I started dancing, laughing and even hugging a dog. I continued drinking, because the weather was so cold that I thought I needed alcohol to feel warm. After an hour, (I think, I don’t trust myself), I started feeling so warm and really dizzy. I drank the whole bottle of pisco without even realizing.

I immediately regretted. I just wanted to be in my bed, sober, and conscious of what I was doing, I mean, my body was doing. I think the worst part was that I wanted to feel okay, I wanted to walk on a straight line, and talk clearly, but I couldn’t. When I got home, I lied down on my bed and I didn’t know about the world until the next day, when I threw up eight times, seriously EIGHT times.