I was so messed up that I...

[domtheboy]

Originally Posted by MorganGrayson

I react badly to "challenges." Throw down a gauntlet and the worst part of my personality comes out. The man who became my husband remarked "women can't handle tequila." (Oh-fucking-YEAH?) Actually, I'd never had tequila, but I rose to the challenge and decided to drink the man under the table.

I did. I walked up the stairs to the bedroom, mocking him happily, as he crawled up the stairs on his hands and knees.

I'm really, really short on amusing drinking stories, so I have to make do with the ones I have.

I can't drink tequila any more after a horrific incident during my brief spell at university in the late 90's.

At a party I drank some where in the region of 11 500ml cans of Fosters topped up with tequila (yes, I mean poured directly into the can, not drunk as a chaser). Yes it did taste like paint stripper.

And yes, I did wake up at 8am the following morning shaking like one of rehab's finest and feeling like someone had chopped an axe into the centre of my forehead