Before a road trip to Atlanta with my gf's family we went to out in Ocala to do some drinking. We hung out with the older family and when it was time for their bed we took off to go to the bars to finish up a good night before leaving at 6am. So we get to the Ocala Ale House after 6 or 7 beers at the house and this little happy girly server is like "can i get you drinks? shots?! B51?! Washington Apples?! Wet Pussies?!? We stopped her at that point to inquire what we would later code name WP. To this day I still have no idea what is in a WP, it tasted like some peach schnapps, was pretty horrible, but we got on our horse and the four of us each had about three of them chased with 3 buckets of bud light in a little more than an hour. I remember walking out but dont remember the car ride home. I remember sitting in front of a TV for about 10 minutes watching someone play Madden. Then I remember walking into the bathroom and peeing, my girlfriend coming in yelling at me, falling back into the bathtub, still peeing all over myself suffocating in the shower curtain. I remember it took her like 10 minutes to get my soaked jeans off and then I blacked.
To give this story a backdrop, have you ever been treated with good southern hospitality? Her aunt's house, the house we were staying at that night, is filled with nothing but old antiques and nice things. You might actually remember the room called the living room. It was the room with the nice carpet and the nice things and you were not allowed to go in there and walk on the carpet with your shoes, let alone play in there as a kid. Well that's where we stayed - on a blowup bed in the room that was considered untouchable to anyone under 12.
The next time I woke up I was vomitting all over the nice carpet, in the absolute middle of the room. My gf was trying to get me to stop by slapping me and whispering loudly, but I just kept going. I blacked again. I woke up in the morning later than everyone else and when I saw the giant stain I had left on the carpet I freaked. Her aunt, someone I never though I would ever see angry in my entire life was pissed. Not pissed as in mad, but pissed as in quietly dissapointed mad. The worst kind of mad there is. I had to spend the next 6 days with her and the rest of the family in Atlanta. It was ackward to say the least.