Here was the basic sequence of events I partied to hard pre-party and sweated my *** off than had explosive slim fast like diaria and vomiting, I thought the Irishman in me could handle the hardcore Guinnes our half Ginney and Irish friend has exported boy was I WRONG. Apparantly Sushi and Guinnes on the way back up is the worst combination you can ever feel go through up your throat. When I lost control of both ends simultaneously I knew it was time to leave, bow out gracefully, and come to terms that I am more Native American than Irish and when introduced to foreign liquors I am more prone to give away the Appalachian mountains and force the government to ban the use of Alcohol in my presence.
Yes I was owned by the drink but I had a great time and made lots of friends and in the end isn't that what it's all about.
I am going to go pay homage to the porcelain Gods right now