The hour of puke

I participated in my first "Power hour" Monday night. I lost. And, puked.

"Are you ready to win?" the bartender asked just before the hour started.

"Yes. It's not about winning, anyway." I replied. "It's about drinking."

And apparently, for me, puking, too.

There was also a simultaneous secondary challenge, which was to guess the name and artist of the songs playing since each minute a new song plays tells the people participating to take the next shot. So, each minute -- a new song plays and another shot is consumed. This was very poignant for me since I live a minute at a time. Never, though, have I taken a shot every minute. There was only one way to find out if I could be a power drinker.

"That's how people get alcohol poisoning you idiot," my friend texted me a day later.

"It's cool," I replied back. "It was only beer shots."

I lasted for a mere 25 minutes; totaling 25 shots. Let's do the math, shall we.

1 shot = ~1.5 ounces
1.5 ounces x 25 shots = 37.5 ounces
1 pint of beer = ~16 ounces
37.5 ounces divided by 16 ounces = 2.3

So, I drank 2.3 pints of beer in 25 minutes. An amount and speed of beer intake I am not used to. I felt myself gag before excusing myself to the bathroom as quickly as I could. I barely made it on time before hurling myself over the stall. Luckily, I hit my target. If, there was a contest of who can puke the fastest, I would have won. I returned to my seat at the bar defeated, but, feeling a lot better. I continued to drink at my leisure and tried to guess the remaining songs as much as possible, which again, I did terrible on.

The winner of the contest was the gentleman sitting next to me. I think he drank all 60 shots and guessed all 60 songs. The prize of which were a shot of anything he wanted at the bar and more drink tickets that he could use at anytime.

On the way home, I was not as drunk as I should have since I puked. I had me some photo op time and thought it would be poignant to end the night with pictures of a pool shark. Pool reminds me so much of drinking since I am also terrible at the sport. At least, the practicing part is fairly enjoyable.



Here's a video from this year's St. Patrick's Day that I forgot to post.



My co-worker, A, invited me over to Half Kings in Chelsea to see her bf's band perform terrific keltic music.