Just drink as much as feels right. Why feel the need to act like you are rushing a fraternity or something?

You're gonna be an all-star here.

This was my plan all along but the thread was worth it to hear Kiimosabi's tales of woe - I must now go to the 5AM bar

Imagine Jesus is with you at all times.

Drink plenty of water, slam some B vitamins, and perhaps look into oral rehydration mixes heavy on potassium.

No s**t? What happened next?

Wait why would you want to start drinking a day early?

I dont really think you need to "get warmed up"

If you are worried about a hangover follow these tips:

Eat something fatty before you begin your binge drinking
The oils in fatty foods stick to your stomach and slow down the absorption of alcohol into the blood stream

Drink lots and lots of water
Try to drink as much water as alcoholic beverage, it is a good idea to order a glass of water for every drink
You will need to pee a lot, but dehydration is what causes the hangovers

For the morning after:
Eat eggs and bananas, and drink orange juice
Eggs have cysteine, which helps break down toxins in your body quicker
bananas and oj also are supposed to help give you energy to quicker flush the stuff out of your body

Also not sure what you guys are going to drink, but the worst hangovers I had involved hard liquor
If you know you are going to get smashed, prolly want to stick with beer

:eek: :bolt:

Ran to the bathroom, did the freak-out dance, clean up, collect myself, come out and she's passed out. I can still see her laying there, burned into my mind's eye, cuddled up in her own bloody vomit like a CSI nightmare.

I cleaned up her sheets, cleaned her up, started writing her a note saying what happened. While writing it she (out of the blue) darts up and says,

"Well I've had a lovely time but I should be going now" and then tries to walk away by walking into her linen closet.

I went over and took her hand and led her back to her couch like, "Now now you're never going to get into Narnia with no clothes on"

Then she passed out again on the couch. I flipped her over so she didn't choke in her sleep and I finished the note. To my recollection it went...

"Good morning, my name is Kiimosabi. We had some sex, with protection, no finish. You threw up some blood. You should probably get that looked at. Welp."

I heard through the grapevine later on that she was a ballet dancer with a bad bulimia habit.

I bet you never knew eating disorders could be so hot. I apologize for your work boner.

Therein lies my biggest challenge,because it all feels right.

"we had some sex, with protection, no finish. You passed out. Then finish"

ROFLROFLROFLROFL

Just use your real name, Tucker.

That's why you have a wife. They're like drinking spotters.

She was probably pretty embarrassed the next morning when she realized that she slept with an Asian dude who spoke broken English.