| I came over right in the middle of the typical stages of drunk. The first step is over-confidence, followed by drinking ...either straight-up over-paced drinking OR perhaps over-consumed by a parlour game like Flip Cup or Kings. So by the time I came over, he's on the middle stage, where the alcohol almost instantly catches up with him. This is the early drunk dialing phase. The conversations will still be coherent, but the called individual will suspect something is not quite right. |
There go the motor skills. The base of his skull hits hard checkered tile, but not to worry, the normal feelings of pain are being replaced with a mild spinning.
| Okay, there's still enough balance to get him back on the chair. Of course, that means he hasn't had enough to drink. |  |
Here's the fall in blurred motion.
 | And he's the "casual recovery look", the look that says "yeah, I just fell down, but it's no big deal. Hey, it's a party, right?" And after pulling off such a bold movement, here's the look of confidence...the same over-confidence that will end up screwing him over the rest of the night. |
It didn't take much longer for Vince to fall over three more times. Inhibitions will be thrown into the wind, and possibly censorship, but especially secrets. But the number one thing I heard out of him the rest of the night was "That's what she said".
So then I thought, hey it would be funny to strip him of his clothes and throw him outside. So I had to convince a few other people to take his clothes off, because if I did it that would be super gay. Then a lot of guys outside thought it would be funny to take free punches and chops on Vince. Since everyone else was doing it, I had to as well. Hey, it's a party right?
Look at him, he is impervious to pain. But that invinciblity was to be short lived.
Throwing up over a balcony.
Throwing up in the sink.
And the aftermath;
It gets better, Vince was diagnosed with a mild concussion in the emergency room. This is the actual xray photo. The doctor told him to lay low for the next couple of days. I told him he cheated death and we needed to have a few drinks to celebrate.
He responded by telling me that he couldn't drink the next couple of days because of doctor's orders. Since he couldn't pick up on the sarcasm of my joke (that we should celebrate his medical complication caused by drinking with more drinking), I'm assuming it's just the brain damage talking.