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Kevin · 10-25-2001, 06:08 AM

Well, so many people have found enjoyment out of my misadventure last friday that I thought I would post the experience for all to laugh about. This is one of those stories that while it is funny as all hell now, it was NOT funny at the time!!!!!
And so it goes...

I go to school at UCSD. It is a great school, but I prefer to party at SDSU (San Diego State University). There's more action over there. Okay so Friday night I wanted to go party at SDSU, but I wanted to find someone to drive me there. So I started drinking in my dorm around 6:00 PM. At 7:00, my fraternity pledge brother / suitemate came up to me and asked me if I wanted to drive us to SDSU. I told him i would, except that i had consumed 8 beers already and it would not be in the best interest of our health for me to do so.

So he told me that his friend was driving to Club Safari that night in Mexico. I was like... cool let's go! Tijuana should be great fun. I've never been there at night before. The plan was to go to a place called Club Safari. It is $12 entrance with an all you can drink free bar. I didn't really want to dance with girls because I have the greatest girlfriend at home. Dancing w/ females + drinking could lead to someplace I didn't want to be. I figured i'd just get my $12 woth and get trashed.

So the girl drives us down there. Andy (my pledge bro), me, and 3 girls. We get to the border around 11:30 and we park the car on the U.S. side. We walk across the border and pay some shady cab driver to take us to club Safari. We get to Club Safari and like I said, I just wanted to get ****ed up. Now while I don't remember most of the night, I have chatted with my friends who were there and apparently this is what I consumed: 1 beer, 3 rum+cokes, 3 pina coladas, 3 long island ice teas, and 2 blue hawaiians. Keep in mind that this was after I already had 8 beers in my system.

And as any moron would who drinks that much, I felt the need to throw up. I STUMBLE into the bathroom. They have a big trough for communal pissing w/ a sign that says: "no puke here!" Tell that shit to a guy ready to puke! So I, being the ass that I am, vomit all over that mudda****a.

The guy who works in the bathroom started swearing at me in spanish and threw me into a stall and said "go here!" in English. I then start to throw up like crazy, completely missing the toilet, puking ALL over the floor and my leg. The guy starts punching me and yelling at me. I then respond with, "Hombre, amigo... es mi malo!" hehehehe

So then I went to the bar and passed out on it, occasionally waking up to get another drink or return to the bathroom to puke. At 4:00 or so, I'm asleep on some table in the corner and my friend wakes me up and says Kev time to go bud. You okay? I was like yeah man no prob I got it. So we get outside and all of these young, poor Mexican kids swarm us... The girls realize that they each got $15 jacked (we didn't bring wallets, just IDs and money). The girls go up to the kids' mom who was there and say give us our money back. The lady responds with, "**** you. Go home, back to U.S.!" hmmmm. After realizing that we now have no money to get a cab from the city to the border, we decide on walking.

I don't remember how long it was, but I know I was scared they whole way. I was throwing up on every street corner and stumbling. I thought the cops would get me for being drunk on the streets as that is illegal in Mexico. When we finally got to the border, they stopped letting people into the U.S! They said they were "controlling traffic." So I'm standing outside, throwing up all over the street, hoping that they don't see me otherwise they have the option of not letting me back in as I am breaking Mexican law. At around 5:00, they let us over. I luckily didn't throw up inside and it was okay.

Of course, the Russian girl who we were with isn't a U.S. citizen so that was another 20 minutes of border patrol making sure her green card was legit. So guess what. When we're back in the U.S, Olga (the russian chick) says, Andy can I have my car key that I asked you to hold for me? Andy says, "Uh oh... I think the kids stole your key." And so it goes.

Some navy guys who had gone to the club saw us and asked us if we had a problem. We told them the story and he offered to take us back to UCSD, a slight detour for them. There were at total of 7 of us stuffed in his mustang... I was so scared I was gonna throw up in it. I had the dry heaves going on. We got back to UCSD and I start throwing up all over as soon as I leave the car. Then I realize something: "I left my dorm keys in Olga's car. Olga's car is just north of Mexico."

So my suitemate let me into the suite and i ran to the bathroom. I threw up in the toilet for about a half an hour and then passed out on the floor of our sutie, right in front of my dorm. Guess how I woke up... It was parent weekend (my parents didn't come) and my asian suitemate's mother shook my shoulder and in broken english said, "you... you okay?" (i was covered in throw up and laying passed out on the floor hehe). I responded with: "Rough night. You know how that shit goes." And I ran to the bathroom to continue vomiting.

I then went into my suitemate's room and passed out on his roommate's bed (his roommate was away). I woke up at noon, and threw up on and off til 3:00... At 3:00, I went to sleep on my bed and woke up at 7:00. I had called a security officer around 2:00 to open my dorm for me so I could get to my own bed. At 7:00 when I woke up, I threw up once more and still felt drunk. I then got some food and sobered up. By 10:00, I was sober and got my keys back from the girl.

Why am I telling this story? Well, Joe got a HUGE kick out of it so I figured others might too hehehe

. But realistically, I learned some major lessons that night. My suitemate speculates that I had some kind of mild form of alcohol poisoning considering that I threw up for 17 hours on and off and was drunk for a period of 26 hours or so. I know to never push my self like that again. For you older guys, I'm sure you have stories like this from back in the day. For you younger guys, trust me... this is not how you want to spend your weekend. Well that's the story. Hope you got a laugh or two at my expense! Oh and this has absolutely nothing to do w/ ProCooling just in case you were wondering...

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-Kevin

Oh btw... how bout that new signature eh?

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10-25-2001, 06:08 AM	#1
Kevin Slacking more than your weird uncle Join Date: Nov 2000 Location: San Diego, CA (UCSD) / Los Angeles, CA (home) Posts: 1,605	The story of the worst weekend of my life... Well, so many people have found enjoyment out of my misadventure last friday that I thought I would post the experience for all to laugh about. This is one of those stories that while it is funny as all hell now, it was NOT funny at the time!!!!! And so it goes... I go to school at UCSD. It is a great school, but I prefer to party at SDSU (San Diego State University). There's more action over there. Okay so Friday night I wanted to go party at SDSU, but I wanted to find someone to drive me there. So I started drinking in my dorm around 6:00 PM. At 7:00, my fraternity pledge brother / suitemate came up to me and asked me if I wanted to drive us to SDSU. I told him i would, except that i had consumed 8 beers already and it would not be in the best interest of our health for me to do so. So he told me that his friend was driving to Club Safari that night in Mexico. I was like... cool let's go! Tijuana should be great fun. I've never been there at night before. The plan was to go to a place called Club Safari. It is $12 entrance with an all you can drink free bar. I didn't really want to dance with girls because I have the greatest girlfriend at home. Dancing w/ females + drinking could lead to someplace I didn't want to be. I figured i'd just get my $12 woth and get trashed. So the girl drives us down there. Andy (my pledge bro), me, and 3 girls. We get to the border around 11:30 and we park the car on the U.S. side. We walk across the border and pay some shady cab driver to take us to club Safari. We get to Club Safari and like I said, I just wanted to get **ed up. Now while I don't remember most of the night, I have chatted with my friends who were there and apparently this is what I consumed: 1 beer, 3 rum+cokes, 3 pina coladas, 3 long island ice teas, and 2 blue hawaiians. Keep in mind that this was after I already had 8 beers in my system. And as any moron would who drinks that much, I felt the need to throw up. I STUMBLE into the bathroom. They have a big trough for communal pissing w/ a sign that says: "no puke here!" Tell that shit to a guy ready to puke! So I, being the ass that I am, vomit all over that muddaa. The guy who works in the bathroom started swearing at me in spanish and threw me into a stall and said "go here!" in English. I then start to throw up like crazy, completely missing the toilet, puking ALL over the floor and my leg. The guy starts punching me and yelling at me. I then respond with, "Hombre, amigo... es mi malo!" hehehehe So then I went to the bar and passed out on it, occasionally waking up to get another drink or return to the bathroom to puke. At 4:00 or so, I'm asleep on some table in the corner and my friend wakes me up and says Kev time to go bud. You okay? I was like yeah man no prob I got it. So we get outside and all of these young, poor Mexican kids swarm us... The girls realize that they each got $15 jacked (we didn't bring wallets, just IDs and money). The girls go up to the kids' mom who was there and say give us our money back. The lady responds with, " you. Go home, back to U.S.!" hmmmm. After realizing that we now have no money to get a cab from the city to the border, we decide on walking. I don't remember how long it was, but I know I was scared they whole way. I was throwing up on every street corner and stumbling. I thought the cops would get me for being drunk on the streets as that is illegal in Mexico. When we finally got to the border, they stopped letting people into the U.S! They said they were "controlling traffic." So I'm standing outside, throwing up all over the street, hoping that they don't see me otherwise they have the option of not letting me back in as I am breaking Mexican law. At around 5:00, they let us over. I luckily didn't throw up inside and it was okay. Of course, the Russian girl who we were with isn't a U.S. citizen so that was another 20 minutes of border patrol making sure her green card was legit. So guess what. When we're back in the U.S, Olga (the russian chick) says, Andy can I have my car key that I asked you to hold for me? Andy says, "Uh oh... I think the kids stole your key." And so it goes. Some navy guys who had gone to the club saw us and asked us if we had a problem. We told them the story and he offered to take us back to UCSD, a slight detour for them. There were at total of 7 of us stuffed in his mustang... I was so scared I was gonna throw up in it. I had the dry heaves going on. We got back to UCSD and I start throwing up all over as soon as I leave the car. Then I realize something: "I left my dorm keys in Olga's car. Olga's car is just north of Mexico." So my suitemate let me into the suite and i ran to the bathroom. I threw up in the toilet for about a half an hour and then passed out on the floor of our sutie, right in front of my dorm. Guess how I woke up... It was parent weekend (my parents didn't come) and my asian suitemate's mother shook my shoulder and in broken english said, "you... you okay?" (i was covered in throw up and laying passed out on the floor hehe). I responded with: "Rough night. You know how that shit goes." And I ran to the bathroom to continue vomiting. I then went into my suitemate's room and passed out on his roommate's bed (his roommate was away). I woke up at noon, and threw up on and off til 3:00... At 3:00, I went to sleep on my bed and woke up at 7:00. I had called a security officer around 2:00 to open my dorm for me so I could get to my own bed. At 7:00 when I woke up, I threw up once more and still felt drunk. I then got some food and sobered up. By 10:00, I was sober and got my keys back from the girl. Why am I telling this story? Well, Joe got a HUGE kick out of it so I figured others might too hehehe . But realistically, I learned some major lessons that night. My suitemate speculates that I had some kind of mild form of alcohol poisoning considering that I threw up for 17 hours on and off and was drunk for a period of 26 hours or so. I know to never push my self like that again. For you older guys, I'm sure you have stories like this from back in the day. For you younger guys, trust me... this is not how you want to spend your weekend. Well that's the story. Hope you got a laugh or two at my expense! Oh and this has absolutely nothing to do w/ ProCooling just in case you were wondering... . -Kevin Oh btw... how bout that new signature eh? [ 10-25-2001: Message edited by: Kevin ] [ 11-03-2001: Message edited by: Kevin ] __________________ I used to throw hot coffee all over the ass of the horse there, then whip him while he was kickin' at me. Those f*in things are crazy.