It was sort of like Superman falling out of the sky. I am not sure what happened but at my second favorite bar in Manhattan, with friends when I suddenly became quite ill. So as I sit here recovering in the Mousepad, let’s retrace my steps.
- 1 Boddingtons beer at a company function = perfectly fine
- 3 or 4 Vodka Tonics at previous company Xmas party = not even tipsy
- 1 American Spirit while waiting for a cab = slight buzz
- 1 Bass at my second favorite Manhattan bar = getting there
- Another American Spirit outside the bar = Dry heaving in the bathroom. oh fuck!
As a I generally "bum one," I have tried a variety of smokes and never been made ill by them. However following that second cig, I had to hold it down in the bathroom and then be promptly escorted from the bar by my BFF, Drunky Smurf.
I needed fresh air so badly that I didn’t even choke the shit out of one of the guys that was hitting on Jennie SMASH! all night. This no-game having, Communist cap-hating, fuckhead kicked me square in the ass on my way out. Dood, you are so fucking lucky I had to split or I would have split you!
Drunky and I hoped a cab and grabbed some pizza whilst I recuperated on her sofa. Basically, she figured out it was the American Spirits as I would turn purple every time she lit up an Indian.
I received many a call that night to continue my evening (I was determined not let Supergirl "beat me") and fully intended to hit the street again, but was not able to breath correctly until around 1AM. It’s cool though, Dr. Drunky and I listened to some good vinyls and drank a bit of wine while, slowly, my powers returned.
The lesson in this story is: There is a reason my friends do not call me Smoking Mouse, not all cigarettes are created equal and booze makes a Drunken Mouse all better.