As I awoke with piercing pain in my head became apparent, I was wearing nothing but a sombrero and some short shorts I owned.
Why was this happening to me?
Where was I?
And what had happened last night?
My buddy Frank was lying down right next to me passed out. I shook him to wake him up. He woke up slowly and sluggishly not without putting up a fight.
So I slapped him.
He woke up with a drugged and tired look. He asked why he woke him up. I told him all my concerns and what had happened to me.
He first told me we were at Sarah’s house in Venice for a little kickback with her and her friend. He had been a few places that night but ended up there at the end of the night.
He then asked if I remembered about the dare Sarah gave me.
I said no, so he filled me in.
We had all been daring each other to do stupid stuff and Sarah with her great ideas had decided to make me take 7 shots of putrid tequila consecutively; and then do a strip tease for her.
By this time I was already pretty buzzed and by that seventh shot I was having trouble thinking or staying up straight.
I started to take off my clothes and they cheered me on.
By the time I was only in my briefs I grabbed a nearby random sombrero. I guess my inner Mexican was screaming for the sombrero even after all the alcohol I took.
Then he proceeded to tell me they all took shots and were all around the same state as me. We all started to dance and I guess I tried to climb an imaginary stripper pole I thought was there and I fell and knocked myself out.
They laughed and proceeded to take shots and dance till they all passed out on top of me. We both laughed at the story and then went on to try to find some aspirin, water, and most of all, where everyone else was.
Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.
Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!
Listen to the Phicklephilly podcast LIVE on Spotify!