It was uttered on the lips of many when I mentioned my future ventures to the west coast: the DOUBLE-DOUBLE. In order for my trip to California to be successful, I was to slide one of these fatty treats down the ol’ gullet.
And you’re thinking to yourself, Jesus, Jenn. What a disgusting phrase juxtaposed with a disgusting photograph. Well, dear readers reader, IT’S ABOUT TO GET MAD DISGUSTING UP IN THIS PIECE.
My logic surrounding last Friday night was this:
Drinks in LA are expensive. I am poor. I should drink some vodka/redbulls before I go out, so as to save money by arriving at the bar tipsy and requiring only one or two drinks for optimal buzziness.
This seems smart and economical, right? Yeah, no.
Glug-glug.glug. Dinner time! Let’s go to In-N-Out Burger! This is the point I should have stopped at. Pictures still in focus. Chatty. Happy.
Delicious, by the way.
So that happened. I got to the bar after consuming half a fifth of vodka, which, hi, maybe you should stop there? Yeah, no.
Awesome Things That Happened:
1) Because I am an awesome wingman, I befriended a girl our friend Sean thought was hot.
2) He got her number.
Non-Awesome Things That Happened:
1) She had a tattooed collarbone that read “Love is a battlefield.”
2) I puked in his bed.
3) And his bathroom.
4) And some random restaurant bathroom.
5) And in a plastic bag, en route to Mission Viejo.
Yeah. Not really sure what happened there. I’m just happy to have survived.
VIVA LA DOUBLE-DOUBLE!
April 4th, 2009 at 10:00 pm
nice. me like.
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April 6th, 2009 at 12:20 pm
A lesson I learned long ago. Pre-party only ensures that you hit the bar running. That’s an impressive amount of vomiting. You really did it right. You should have called it In-and-Out and Out and Out and Out.
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April 6th, 2009 at 1:08 pm
Well, in the rare instance that I drink to the point of vomiting (which is RARE - you’ve seen how much Jack I can consume in one sitting), it happens ONCE, and then I go on with my life.
So I’d temporarily feel better, and eat something, but the dialogue between me and my stomach was more like:
Me: In?
Stomach: Out.
Me: How ’bout now? In?
Stomach: Out. Out.
Me: Surely now. IN!
Stomach: Out. Out. Out.
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May 17th, 2010 at 4:45 pm
i figured your “oops” label would not disappoint. and i was as right as that girl’s tat. benatar4lyfe.
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