Ugh, I feel like I've been hit over the head with a hammer.
Last night I went to a dinner thrown for us by one of the contractor's we work with. The food was AMAZING (Italian restaurant and much of the menu involved seafood
), I won a hoodie in the raffle they did, and it was open bar. At one point in the night (after I'd already had more than enough to drink and was the only girl left) I decided that it was a good idea to keep up drink wise with this guy Andrew whose drink of choice was Vodka Seven, the same as mine (this was after I convinced everyone at the table with me to join me in a round of tequila shots). Well, I must say I kept up with him drink for drink and he ended up puking and going home around 1-ish. I left around 2-ish (I left when the one other person from my company who was still there left, two of the four guys who were there from the contracting company were still there too) on my own two feet without having puked. I do not feel so well today...however I do believe that since I didn't puke and Andrew likely feels just as bad as I do today that I won 
Oh, and before anyone says anything about over drinking, at no point did I feel ill or anything last night. Did I know I was sloshed? Yes. Did I drink myself into a state where I was doing stupid things or puking? No.
Last night I went to a dinner thrown for us by one of the contractor's we work with. The food was AMAZING (Italian restaurant and much of the menu involved seafood

Oh, and before anyone says anything about over drinking, at no point did I feel ill or anything last night. Did I know I was sloshed? Yes. Did I drink myself into a state where I was doing stupid things or puking? No.