After a night of throwing up and feeling like shyt I couldn’t even smell Jack Daniels without getting nauseous, it’ll pass. Stay up pleyboi
One birthday years ago, I hit up a happy hour...by myself. I sit on the bar, I’m chatting with the old heads, I mention it’s my birthday and a couple people treated me to drinks (vodka and cranberry). 9:30/10p rolls around and it goes from a bar to a club, so I’m ready to leave.
I get up off there bar stool and I’m DONE. I had no business driving home, but I did and proceeded to vomit up my entire life all night and well into the next afternoon. I felt two years older when I was done. HAPPY BIRTHDAY and never again.