Around the 80's, I went out to one of the hippest clubs, "TRAX" on a Thursday Night-College Night.
Ya see, It was free to get in BEFORE 9pm. After 9pm, you had to pay $10.00.
Having absolutely nothing to do,except play volleyball and watch the lightshow syncronized with un-club music before all the club music started to"Boom, Boom, Boom, deafing our ears,a friend of mine who was bored as I was, asked if I would go splits with him for a pitcher of beer.
Not thinking clearly from the boredom, I decided to make things interesting.
"I will pay for that pitcher of beer, if you would do a shot with me" I said.
Of course, he smiled and said, "Yes"
Another friend followed us to the bar as well as I asked the bartender to set us up with 3 Kamakazi shots.
Well, we must have had the foreign bartender in training that night because these shots were in a lowball glass. Excited, we all down that round and ordered another...and another...and another...chased with that pitcher of beer. Ughhh...And it wasn't even 9pm yet.
My friends were drunk and I,too was drunk, but became sleepy leaning on the rail. The management kept waking me up telling me, "You can't sleep in the club"
Finally, 10pm rolls around and a friend who just paid to get in, shakes me and says, "Hey, Boy! Wake Up" Instead of waking up, I started to spew a fraction into the dance floor below me to what was to become a disaster ready to happen. My friends stared to get nervous and said, "Joe, Bring Ron to the restroom". So he drags me down the stairs and into a crowded hallway.
standing right behind him I say, "Joe, I don't feel good and I don't think I can hold it. He yells, "You have no choice...You have to hold it" I yell back, "Joe, I can't hold it" He yells back, "HOLD IT!"
So, I place my hand over my mouth trying to hold it in. INSTEAD...It became a fountain of vomit all over this crowd of people. Ughhh..It was like a horror movie.
People were yelling ans screaming, "Ugh..Somebody threw up on me"
Joe didn't care about the crowd anymore and pushed his way threw the crowd and threw my drunk ass in a stall. The rest of the night from that stall, I was hearing men cursing the person who threw up on them as they were wringing out the vomit out of their shirts. I was way too drunk and scared to come out all night until the restroom sounded empty. Even my friend Joe left me. Ughhhh..As I promised the "Porceline God" many times..."Please..I will never get drunk again!
