White Girl Wasted

I went to Fonz's house on Friday night. He was having a party because his birthday was during the week. My expectations were that it was going to be a good-sized part with a lot of people. It turned out to be just 5 dudes and me. One of those dudes being Jonah, who accompanied me to said party. Jonah said if I drive there then he would drive back (it was an hour drive), and that he would be DD since he doesn't want to drink for awhile. I joked that, in that case, I was going to get white girl wasted.

I didn't actually mean to though.

But I did get white girl wasted. I can honestly say it was the drunkest I have ever been. You know how I know? Because I threw up from drinking so much for the first time ever. The party was fun, though, and me getting sick didn't ruin my night. Jonah said that he's pretty sure the he and I were the most messed up ones there. He wasn't drinking, but he was high... on a couple of things that I don't feel comfortable talking about because I don't want people knowing his business (and I know he doesn't either). He drove home, and that's the only part of the night that gets fuzzy in my memory. I told him, apparently, that I thought I was going to throw up. He pulled into a gas station, I opened the door, and threw up in the parking lot. I remember him commenting, "You are so sexy right now," which made me laugh. He wasn't being sarcastic or anything. He was so nice to me and took such good care of me. I told him that we are even now, since I had to babysit him that day he blacked out.

The hangover wasn't too bad the next morning, even though I tried drinking water twice and threw up both times. The second time, I was taking an ibuprofen (a prescription ibuprofen, so it was a giant pill) and washing it down with water. I immediately threw up a lot of liquid... but not the pill. The pill got lodged in my throat and stayed there until it dissolved. It was so uncomfortable. When I was a kid, I had a pill phobia. Doctors had to prescribe me liquid medicine. When the pill got stuck in my throat, I told Jonah that that is exactly what I had feared my entire childhood! Despite the throwing up, I didn't feel constant nausea, nor did I have a pounding headache. I just felt weak and achey.

Last time I had a hangover (from drinking vodka with Michelle), I thought, "The worst time to be single is when you're sick... no one to take care of you." Jonah gave me water and blankets and kept me company. He was caring and compassionate and never once judgmental. He continues to amaze me.

The drugs scare me though.