Yes, it's true. I puked on a hot naked Hungarian woman. It's a long and complicated story that I will write sometime in the future, but not for public consumption.
I ran up a massive bar tab last night and missed Brandon's party. I met up with him before everything began and as our friend Mad said, "Where did you find those two hookers? Were they drinking in the park when you picked them up?"
No, they weren't pros.
I puked all over my shower and in the bathroom. I fell down at some point. When my flatmate Dana arrived she said that I was three sheets to the wind. More like seventy-three sheets. I only get drunk like that once or twice a year. The last time was in Australia in January.
I woke up at 7am and puked again. I called Nicky and told her about puking on the naked woman. She was miffed but admitted that she couldn't stop laughing.
I eventually rolled out of bed around 10:30am. I showered and then headed to work. We walked to the casino and I thought I was going to die. I was sweating alcohol. I struggled to eat a half of a Subway chicken sandwich. I'd be sick all day and afternoon. It wasn't until 10pm or so when I finally felt somewhat normal again. I ate sushi with seven work colleagues.
I know.... weird, right? Sushi in Budapest. We'll see if I puke that up.