and the room, the room, the room is spinning around

today's subject is brought to you from prince's song lyric 'delirious', and it truly is the only way to describe friday evening's carnage.

i got in to the gym and trained christmas day, i came home ate a meal and proceeded to drain the 1/2 beer bottle worth of jamaican rum punch my father had left for me. from there i went straight into a hot shower. stop me when you see a problem. after the shower i proceeded to drink rum and coke zero. i had two cans and about 4 inches of antiguan rum.

at this point the details start to get a little fuzzy. i remember going out to the kitchen with the empty bottles, it was about the time that my brother and his wife had showed up. i hear that i was back out when a couple of the sisters showed up, but i don't remember any of that. i remember having motor function difficulties and i know that i spent time in my room. i did wake up from naps i didn't remember taking a couple of times. i do remember going out for dinner and i also remember another glass of my dad's rum based christmas drink.

i really didn't enjoy the alcohol in my stomach sensation and sleeping that night was not too much fun either. but the absolute worst was training the next day. there was just this waft of nausea after each set.

the long and the short of it was my mother was still not happy with my level of participation. apparently i spent far too much time in my bedroom being unsociable. since it ended up affecting my sleep and my training the next day that will be the last time i use alcohol to survive a family event. the question is, what am i going to do next time? i have NO idea.