Nine Shots Of Vodka
Nine shots of vodka down the throat of a 5’ 2” gal means that 20 hours later, I am still recovering from the consequences of last night’s poor decisions. Still, my liver is pretty sturdy, given that I puked but did not pass out and that I forgot bits and pieces of the evening but did not black out entirely.
I have not had this much to drink since I was a final-club-going freshman. I’m pretty sure I should never have this much to drink ever again.


