Ok, there seems to be a misconception that chillin@thebellag couldn't handle his liquor, didn't know his own limits, and simply drank himself into a stupor on Sunday night, which is why he ended up at the ER. This is obviously not the case and chillin wasn't going to stand for it, so my massive ego drove me to create a completely new thread to lend some clarification on the matter.
*If you don't want to read all this just scroll to the end to read the cliffnotes on who's to blame.
Approximate Timeline of Events:
10:30-11:15 PM: chillin@thebellag is chillin at the bellag enjoying some cocktails prior to the AOD event at the Bank.
11:15-11:35 PM: chillin encounters blibblab in the line for bracelets and they enjoy a civilized and intellectual discussion on an assortment of topics.
11:35-midnight: chillin is in line chillin with dogeaters, dogeaters' lawyer (?), cisco, and several others...all the while trying to take as many peeks as possible at mrs. dogeaters' outfit without dogeaters noticing.
around midnight: Massive group walk-in.
midnight-3:30 AM: The Bank happens.
around 3:30 AM (?): Cisco scoops up chillin and they head over to Hard Rock with Aria and Drew. Although a bit drunk, chillin is still completely lucid, coherent, and in control of himself at this point in time.
3:30-3:45 AM: The group convenes in Aria's room. Intellectual discussions are had...the precise nature of which escape me at this point.
3:47 AM: Aria pours chillin a shot of vodka. Chillin takes the shot and is still chillin (as in I'm doing good, not my name).
3:49 AM: Cisco pours chillin a shot of whiskey. Chillin takes the shot and is still chillin (as in I'm doing good, not my name), he decides he's done taking shots and drinking for the time being...just to let things settle a bit.
3:53 AM: Chillin notices a Crystal Geyser water bottle on the stand/desk that is about 17/24 (more than 2/3 but not quite 3/4) full of "water". Chillin politely asks if he can have some of the "water" and Cisco responds affirmatively that indeed he can.
3:54 AM: Chillin chugs the "water"...a decent amount is already down his throat before chillin's tastebuds realize that there's something peculiar about this "water". Chillin glances up to notice a Cheshire cat grin on Cisco's face that extends from ear to ear. It now becomes painfully clear to chillin that he's just unknowingly consumed a decent amount of vodka that he wanted nowhere near his system (how did I drink so much before realizing it wasn't water you ask? good question).
3:55 AM: Not one to self-induce vomit, chillin braces himself for what will ultimately be a very miserable and painful conclusion to his night.
3:57 AM: The group heads back downstairs where they encounter 2MSR and Sydneygirl (by this point the vodka was already starting to do its magic so I don't really remember who else was there).
3:58-4:12 AM: More intellectual discussions...the precise nature of these escape me once again.
4:13 AM: The vodka is kicking on all cylinders by now and chillin is feeling woozy so he finds a chair somewhere to sit down and try to gather himself. He then --- **fade to black**
1:23 PM: Chillin wakes up in his room to a text from 2MSR. His arm feels weird so he looks down and sees this:
He looks down at his left wrist and sees this (picture taken after I took it off my arm):
Patient bracelet from the Desert Springs Hospital emergency room (black strip is to block out my last name obviously). Contrary to popular belief, my real name isn't actually 'chillin', but in order to appease Patrick I plan to have it legally changed in the near future.
At the time, this is all I could distinctly remember about the events of Sunday night and Monday morning. But a few days later now and having made some calls, I have a better idea of what happened, so I'll come back later to resume this and fill in the blanks...maybe, I'm kinda lazy.
Cisco, I'm pretty sure you already know I'm not actually upset at all about what happened. With that said, I can forgive putting me in the ER and I can forgive the resulting hospital bill, but causing me to miss a trip to the rhino is fucking inexcusable. Because of you, some nurse, doctor, or EMT out there is going to be benefiting from money that should have rightfully gone to a few respectable, young women who are working hard to pay the rent, put themselves through college, support their families, or save up for a better life...I hope you can live with yourself after that.
*Cliffnotes: Fuck Cisco
*If you don't want to read all this just scroll to the end to read the cliffnotes on who's to blame.
Approximate Timeline of Events:
10:30-11:15 PM: chillin@thebellag is chillin at the bellag enjoying some cocktails prior to the AOD event at the Bank.
11:15-11:35 PM: chillin encounters blibblab in the line for bracelets and they enjoy a civilized and intellectual discussion on an assortment of topics.
11:35-midnight: chillin is in line chillin with dogeaters, dogeaters' lawyer (?), cisco, and several others...all the while trying to take as many peeks as possible at mrs. dogeaters' outfit without dogeaters noticing.
around midnight: Massive group walk-in.
midnight-3:30 AM: The Bank happens.
around 3:30 AM (?): Cisco scoops up chillin and they head over to Hard Rock with Aria and Drew. Although a bit drunk, chillin is still completely lucid, coherent, and in control of himself at this point in time.
3:30-3:45 AM: The group convenes in Aria's room. Intellectual discussions are had...the precise nature of which escape me at this point.
3:47 AM: Aria pours chillin a shot of vodka. Chillin takes the shot and is still chillin (as in I'm doing good, not my name).
3:49 AM: Cisco pours chillin a shot of whiskey. Chillin takes the shot and is still chillin (as in I'm doing good, not my name), he decides he's done taking shots and drinking for the time being...just to let things settle a bit.
3:53 AM: Chillin notices a Crystal Geyser water bottle on the stand/desk that is about 17/24 (more than 2/3 but not quite 3/4) full of "water". Chillin politely asks if he can have some of the "water" and Cisco responds affirmatively that indeed he can.
3:54 AM: Chillin chugs the "water"...a decent amount is already down his throat before chillin's tastebuds realize that there's something peculiar about this "water". Chillin glances up to notice a Cheshire cat grin on Cisco's face that extends from ear to ear. It now becomes painfully clear to chillin that he's just unknowingly consumed a decent amount of vodka that he wanted nowhere near his system (how did I drink so much before realizing it wasn't water you ask? good question).
3:55 AM: Not one to self-induce vomit, chillin braces himself for what will ultimately be a very miserable and painful conclusion to his night.
3:57 AM: The group heads back downstairs where they encounter 2MSR and Sydneygirl (by this point the vodka was already starting to do its magic so I don't really remember who else was there).
3:58-4:12 AM: More intellectual discussions...the precise nature of these escape me once again.
4:13 AM: The vodka is kicking on all cylinders by now and chillin is feeling woozy so he finds a chair somewhere to sit down and try to gather himself. He then --- **fade to black**
1:23 PM: Chillin wakes up in his room to a text from 2MSR. His arm feels weird so he looks down and sees this:
He looks down at his left wrist and sees this (picture taken after I took it off my arm):
Patient bracelet from the Desert Springs Hospital emergency room (black strip is to block out my last name obviously). Contrary to popular belief, my real name isn't actually 'chillin', but in order to appease Patrick I plan to have it legally changed in the near future.
At the time, this is all I could distinctly remember about the events of Sunday night and Monday morning. But a few days later now and having made some calls, I have a better idea of what happened, so I'll come back later to resume this and fill in the blanks...maybe, I'm kinda lazy.
Cisco, I'm pretty sure you already know I'm not actually upset at all about what happened. With that said, I can forgive putting me in the ER and I can forgive the resulting hospital bill, but causing me to miss a trip to the rhino is fucking inexcusable. Because of you, some nurse, doctor, or EMT out there is going to be benefiting from money that should have rightfully gone to a few respectable, young women who are working hard to pay the rent, put themselves through college, support their families, or save up for a better life...I hope you can live with yourself after that.
*Cliffnotes: Fuck Cisco
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