Jimi Hendrix and me

I'm going to write about my worst hangover ever for Ben's "Don't be a Jonze" challenge over at No Ordinary Rollercoaster.

My first hangover, was also my worst hangover.

I was about 14 and my parents were hosting a wedding reception at our house for one of my uncles. There was a champagne fountain. In the champagne fountain was champagne cocktail. It was sooo tasty! I had several (maybe more than several) glasses. There was a pretty large crowd, so it wasn't too difficult to slide my cup under the fountain for a refill.

Later, after the reception ended, my parents went out to dinner, which left me, my younger brother and my best friend Tiff at home alone. I was feeling REALLY good, and decided to drink a whole tea glass of white wine! Mmmm...Mmmmm. A short while later, I was laying in the front yard having hallucinations and my brother was begging me to go in the house. He and Tiff finally got me in the house, and then the barfing began. And then, the dry heaving began. I was certain I was going to die. I didn't even know what dry heaving was. I finally laid down, but I was afraid to go to sleep, because I had heard recently that Jimi Hendrix died when he asphyxiated on his on vomit in his sleep after a heavy night of drinking. Awesome. I just knew that was the fate that awaited me.

Obviously, I didn't die. But the next day I wanted to. It was Father's Day. I remember going out to a really cool restaurant for dinner and I couldn't even nibble on a piece of bread without feeling nauseous. My parents kept asking what was wrong, was I sick? My explanation of not being hungry wasn't selling too well. I'm certain I was green. It's not easy being green. Shudder.

I have had a few hangovers since then, but that was the absolute worst. And I still cannot even smell champagne, much less drink it. Good Times! Don't be a Jonze