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Input: Text: so this didn't happen today, but happened a couple weeks before christmas last year.

i have to preface this by saying that i really don't drink too much, especially prior to today. i had been very drunk maybe two times before, once when i was 17 by mixing every alcohol we had in the house and drinking it, that wasn't too bad, and another by drinking waaaay too much fireball and spending a couple hours vomiting fire, that was much worse. i've also never really been to parties or bought alcohol from a bar/restaurant because i'm a bit of an antisocial nerd, leading me to not really know what many 'real' drinks were.

this week, i had to go to new orleans for a work trip, and today i was working a reasonably long day, mind you, i had been working a few 16 hour days up to this point. my 2 coworkers that had come on this trip as well as myself were very happy at the work we had accomplished today and decided we should celebrate a job well done, as the next morning we would be flying home. we decided to go with one of our customers to a nice bar way down at the end of bourbon street.

so we walk down bourbon street, which i must admit, is pretty dirty and nasty. i'm not one for strip clubs and having multiple people try to corral me into theirs just wasn't my style. i also don't drink much, as i said before, so there wasn't much for me here. anyways, we get to the bar and there's a wait. our customer orders 4 'monsoons' for the 4 of us and asks me to help him carry them to my coworkers. i see the woman make the drink, a shot or so of 2 kinds of alcohol followed by a large quantity of this purple juice-like stuff that came out of a big jug. hey, these drinks aren't that strong, i thought to myself, only a couple shots of alcohol in each. fu number one right there.

we are standing outside the restaurant waiting for our table to be ready and i start sipping my drink, yum! it was super tasty! i drank it quite quickly and was just about finished when we sat down at the table. i ordered a burger and a baked potato and thought, hey, i should have another one of these tasty drinks, so i ordered another. fu number two. mind you, at this point, i had drank the first one so quickly that i had not begun to feel any of its effects yet. let's just say i don't remember even getting the second one delivered to the table.

so from this point on, the story is a mixture of what i can remember myself, and what my customer/coworkers told me. i do remember getting the burger and potato and rapidly scarfing both down, they were delicious. apparently i also chugged my second monsoon in under a minute. fu number three. at this point i remember feeling suddenly very ill, and didn't know what to do. so i did what any normal person would do, put my hands over my mouth. fu number four. i then proceeded to vomit 2-3 times all over my favorite sweater, jeans, and shoes. my coworkers kept telling me to throw up into my cup but i didn't want to listen. eventually, i did decide to throw up one final time into my cup and filled it to the brim with burgery monsoony goodness. i don't remember this part, but apparently my comrades quickly paid for the meal, including my customer paying for my food, and put an extra $5 to take care of the mess i'd made, i still feel terrible about that, and we quickly left the restaurant before anyone could notice.

i only remember bits and pieces of the walk back from the restaurant, all the way back down bourbon street, and back to the hotel. i remember that i would only keep walking if i was arm-in-arm with one of my coworkers and if people walked between us and we had to separate i would stand still until we could reunite, what a bro, he's the real mvp here. i also remember repeating 'i'm so annoyed that one half of my brain is working fine and the other half is going crazy'. apparently during this walk the customer also managed to get me to give him $20 to cover my meal. i'm glad he did as i didn't want him to pay for my food. that's about all i remember from the 20 minute or so walk back, but my coworkers deposited me back at the hotel where i threw up a few more times, this time in the toilet at least, and got a bit of sleep. my coworkers decided to go back out to another club and apparently had several more drinks and one of them started a club-wide conga line, i'm sad that i missed it.

the next morning i wake up at 4ish am as that's when we had to be up for our flight. i spent 15 minutes or so washing my sweater, jeans, and shoes in the sink to try and remove the offending puke. it didn't work too well and washing my shoes in the washing machine when i got home kinda ruined them so i had to get a new pair.

only one of my coworkers was on the same flight as me so i texted him to make sure he was up. i was definitely still drunk but felt 100% better in regards to feeling sick. my coworker doesn't respond so i call his hotel room, he picks up the phone and hangs it up, assuming it was a wake-up call i guess. i call again but there's no answer. i decide then to walk over to his hotel room and bang on the door. he answers it in a stupor with no shirt on and tells me he'll be downstairs in 15 minutes. i accept this and go down to the lobby. 45 minutes or so later he comes down and tells me that when he said he'd be down in 15 minutes, he really just set an alarm for 15 minutes and went to sleep. he then woke up and realized that he had thrown up in the sink and shower so he spent time cleaning those and freshening up and then finally came downstairs. we got in the car and i could tell that he was still not fit to drive, but i also knew that i wasn't 100% there and didn't want to risk getting in trouble as the rental car was in his name anyways. i spent the whole trip watching the lines on the road like a hawk and being ready to grab the wheel if we started to veer. thankfully he only left the lines once, which he rectified quickly, and there were barely any other cars on the road due to it being 5am. we made it safely to the airport and i was feeling a lot better, definitely hungover, but not nearly as ill feeling as my coworker. the flight was uneventful for me, but apparently my coworker spent a good portion of it throwing up in the bathroom, as he went in there because he felt sick and at that moment there was turbulence so everyone was called back to their seats. he was already in the bathroom so he just hung out in there for 45 minutes or so. 

when i got home my wife was upset because i had neglected to pick up beignets for her, as i had promised to, but she forgave me quickly and was super kind and took care of me as all i wanted to do when i got home was slowly eat crackers and take a nap. thankfully, there were no real work repercussions for this fiasco and the worst that the customer did was jokingly put his hands over his mouth when i saw him the next day, mocking fu number four. i'm still super embarrassed though, and never want to go to bourbon street again.

TIFU by Going to Bourbon Street