Tommie kicked my ass.... hard!!!

So Christmas night was eventful, or so I was told. The annual gathering of old friends once again took place at my man Adam's house. He and his girl Jill have been hosting the Christmas bender for a few years now.. and I was ready to get my drink on...

The drink of choice for the night... what we like to call a 'Tommie'. Named after the package store clerk who suggested the drink, it's simply a Mike's Hard Lemonade spiked with Absolute Citron. Oh yeah, them's is good!!!

I believe the record for Tommies in 1 night was 3. Set a few months back by some cat whose name I've forgotten. But no worries, he's no longer the record holder anyway... That's right, yours truly almost doubled the record, throwing down 5 1/2. It could been 6, but from what I was told, my hand stopped working 1/2 through my 6th, as I dropped my glass while talking with my man Joe and it was a wrap from there...

Can't say I remember much after the 2nd actually. But word around the campfire is I was quite the entertainer. Apparently I told Jill's mom not to worry about the kids sleeping, as I'd get up with them if I had to (yeah, right) using F-bombs to make my point too. Jill's stepfather was repeatedly pointed out as a "hard ass". I had several conversations I don't even vaguely recall - I even was unaware of who was at the party the next day... Even Adam's attempts to warn me of the Tommies effect was drunkenly shaken off everytime I started anutha...

And not only did I set the Tommie record, I came in 1st place for the nite as well (that's our little term for the most drunk). But it came at a price... let's just say I spent the first 2 hours the next morning crawling back and forth from my bed to the toilet (thank god it was only straight across the hallway). I took a couple breaks, face down on the cold bathroom floor, in between pukes... now that's old school...

Needless to say, New Year's Eve wasn't nearly as interesting. I planned on going to a party, but fell asleep on the couch, waking up around 10, seeing the snow outside, and simply staying in...

Besides, my body couldn't take even a sip of champagne almost a week after the Tommie ass-whoopin'....