Never again, never again, were the thoughts that raced through my mind as my head buried itself into the toilet bowl. My body seemed to be regurgitating everything it had consumed within the last year. After a few minutes I seemed a bit recovered and tried to raise my frail body off of the floor, but as soon my legs half straightened themselves out, I jerked back into puking position. It was at that very moment I vowed never to drink to such an extent ever again. One night of excessive drunkenness can make you never want to drink again.
             It was a warm autumn weekend when I came home from school. My boyfriend, Adam, who is in a band, was playing at a 40th birthday in a bar Saturday night, which meant free drinks. I hadn't really ate anything the whole day and I knew I'd be drinking so we stopped off at Starbucks for so some coffee and snacks, just so I'd have something in my stomach. I sipped my coffee and nibbled on carrot cake as the band set up. I was still hungry when the carrot cake was done so Chris, a friend of the band, and I went for some pizza.
             When we came back the band was starting. They played the first song, "Old Time Rock n Roll", really great. Actually, practically every song they played that night sounded good, one of my favorites being "Wonderful Tonight". The crowd though, didn't seem to be as appreciative, no one clapped after every song besides Chris and myself. Some of the men at the bar bothered me, but Chris stayed by my side, and so did Adam on his breaks making sure it was obvious he was my boyfriend.
             Over the course of the night I had a drink here and there. I started off with a Long Island iced tea, had a shot of tequila, and some watered down Blackhaus. I stopped after that, I knew my limit. That all changed when the second to last song came on.
             Around three hours later, it was almost over and the band was on their second to last song. I was tired and sit...