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I've never drunk enough to puke, but I've drunk myself pretty nauseous a few times. The first time was on the day I graduated from high school. There is a tradition of having an outdoors champagne breakfast together with your classmates to start the celebrations... I and my best friend shared a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and a box of strawberries. We drank from pink plastic mugs with cute stars and rainbows on, really classy. Anyways, I got disorientated and sweaty and felt really bad during the entire farewell lunch with the teachers. Fortunately I managed to push through and not appear too sauced in front of my parents later.
Cut to five years later in engineering college, a sunny spring afternoon in a park with a lot of good friends and a crate of Cordon Negro stolen liberated from the Admiralty. We passed the bottles around and drank straight from the bottle. Again, really classy. I had been awake and active since 4 a.m. and hadn't eaten properly the whole day and as long as you lie down you don't notice how drunk you are. I was horribly drunk. And then there was a party later in the evening and I made out with the SO of my future auditor. Brilliant.
I stay away from the bubbly wine nowadays.
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