I broke my number one drinking rule last night.
Do. Not. Mix!
I do believe that 6 cosmos, 2 irish car bombs, 2 shots of tequila, and 1 rum and coke count as mixing. Badly. I haven't done this since college. I've had some....bad...incidents occur when I mixed alcohol, and I thought I had learned my lesson. And for the most part, I did. But last night, oy. That lesson went right out the window along with last year. I was doing well until I went to my aunts place. I got there and everyone was instantly like DRINK WITH US! I'm like O.K. And I did. They wanted me to take shots of tequila. Typically, I hate tequila (gasp! And I call myself a mexican?!) but I had a rum and coke in my hand and figured that'd be a great chaser.
Crap.
I don't recall too much that occured during the hours of 2 a.m. and 6 a.m. Apparently I had some...unpleasant experiences, all the while my cousins were taking care of me. According to my cousins, who all found it hilarious that I got smashed for some reason, recounted the many things I did in those 4 hours before I passed out.

1. I called Chris and Xander at 5 a.m. Apparently, in between my offerings to the porcelin gods, I kept saying that I wished Xander and Chris were here, that they were the only ones who knew how to take care of me when I got like this and only they knew what to do. I convinced my cousin to get me the phone and I left them both messages. According to Chris and Xander, I sounded like I was dying and they were really worried, calling me several times throughout the day. Oops. I told my cousins never to let me drunk dial again.
   
2. I started to growl randomly. I don't know why. My cousin made a joke saying "You're not a werewolf! It's not even a full moon!" and I growled some more. I started on a tirade of the upcoming Apocalypse. The way I figure it, I hear the word "Werewolf" and I connected with the World of Darkness "Werewolf: The Apocalypse."
   
3. I tried to get my cousin's boyfriend to "keep up with me" drinking wise, even though he had to work at 8 a.m. I told him that I'll have another one if he did. He wasn't really drinking, but in my head, I thought we were having a competition of some sort. Drinking, most likely.
   
4. I tried to convince my mom to get drunk with me, saying it'll bring us closer as a familia. She laughed and continued to sip on her very expensive tequila. My mom sips her tequila. When she saw me shoot tequila for the first time, she was all "How can you do that!? You can't even taste it!" I told her "That's the point."
5. I woke up in my godson's bed, with towels on the floor and a bucket next to my head.
   

Oh yeah, that's so not the right way to start off the new year. I have New Year's Resolutions and stuff that I want to write down, but I'm having a hard time focusing still. Grrr argh. I've had 2 hangovers in my entire life. Now I have three. They suck. I've pretty much slept the day away, all I can hold down is squirt and crackers. And I still need to pack since I'm leaving manana. Hopefully if I take it easy for a few more hours, I'll be okay to go. And if not....well then, my fault. Crap.