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[bloodypeachblog]

Ok, I really wanted to share this with someone because it was so cute.

(TW: drinking, drunkenness, vomiting)

My boyfriend and I were on one of our date nights, we have them every Saturday. We're in a long-distance relationship, so our date nights were doing stuff like watching funny videos or playing games while talking on Discord.

It started out like normal til my boyfriend was like, "Hey, just so you know, I've been drinking some Jack Daniel's, so if I get tipsy, I'm sorry." Now, I don't mind people consuming alcohol when they're with me. It's no big deal. And me, knowing he was at home and lived with his parents, I knew that if he got drunk, he'd be fine, so I was like, "Oh that's okay!"

Later on, he started getting tipsy and we were laughing and giggling because when he's tipsy, he starts just saying the funniest shit and slightly slurring his words and straight-up love-bombing me ("I love you so much right now", "I'm happy you're here with me", the cutesy stuff). We laughed hard at a video of Alex Jones just talking crazy at a podcast (He was a guest on a podcast my boyfriend watches, and we like to hear him go apeshit insane, because who doesn't?) and we lost it at how Alex's German/Russian accent sounded exactly like the Heavy from Team Fortress 2. We were having a great time.

Then my boyfriend tells me that somehow, he accidentally drank the entire bottle of Jack Daniel's. The whole thing. Of course, knowing the size of the usual bottles, I got worried. I asked him the alcoholic percentage and the amount in the bottle. He told me it was 36% and that he drank 375ml. Turns out that's about 1 1/2 cups. I was glad it wasn't the big bottles, but still, you don't fucking drink an entire bottle of Jack Daniel's!

Soon enough, as we're watching a video, I hear him groan and gurgle, and I ask him, "Are you doing ok?" No response. Shortly after, I hear him vomiting away from his computer. (It was a voice call, no camera). That's when I knew shit went bad.

He came back and he kept saying he didn't feel good and that he was scared. He couldn't feel anything in his body and his stomach was turning. I told him that if he wanted to sign off, it was okay, but he said, "no no don't leave me, I don't wanna be alone". So I stayed.

Soon enough he left to vomit again. This time, i heard his mom come in and help him. She got him a cold towel to put on his head and water to drink. She suggested we sign off, and I was agreeing with her, but my boyfriend said, and I quote, "noooooo I want her to stay. 'In sickness and in health', remember?"

Ok I know this will sound weird, but I loved that man so much at that moment.

Even when he was sick, he just wanted me there. He's the cinnamon roll type of guy when he's drunk, apologizing profusely, saying he felt bad about ruining the date and making his mom and I worry, and telling us how much he loved us. Oh my God, I love this guy.

I had a feeling that if I was there physically, he'd just be clinging to me, trying to find comfort while he was scared and wasn't feeling good. (Btw, he never liked being drunk, he always got scared whenever he did get drunk (which is not often) because he didn't like not being in control of his body or mind). And I'd let him, me holding him and petting his head or back, trying to help him feel better.

He soon asked me to look up how long the effects of drunkenness lasted, and from what I found, it was about 6 hours. "6 hours?! What day is it?" "It's Sunday" "SUNDAY?! Gaaaaahhhh I gotta work today! Nooooo!"

So I stayed with him til almost 4 in the morning, making sure he was alright, talking with him, but silent most of the time because I wasn't sure what to say (never dealt with a drunk person before). I did ask him how he was doing at certain points and he said that slowly he was getting better. Luckily when he puked, he got most of the alcohol out of his system, so he could get better quicker (maybe).

I looked up how to treat drunkenness, and found that drinking water and eating bland foods could help. He didnt have any toast or crackers, so he had some pretzels (which also worked, as long as they were plain).

I later joked that I'd make sure that we wouldn't have alcohol served at our wedding reception, and if we did, I'd keep him from drinking. We all had a good laugh.

By 3:58 am, he said he was going to try to go to bed. I told him to take care and be careful and to have his mom keep an eye on him, which she promised she would. After that, we said our good nights and ended the call.

I haven't heard back from him since it's 10 am where I'm at and he's either at work or still sleeping, but I'm expecting to hear quite a hangover story once he comes home. I just wanted to share this story because I wanted to gush about how adorable my boyfriend is, even when he's drunk.

I might do a little drawing or something on how i think the scenario went just for funsies, but i dunno.

Anyways, gush over. Now I'm going back to bed. See y'all later tonight.

(Btw, if he asks me to take this down later on, I will. I wouldn't put him on blast if he did something REALLY bad or embarrassing, this was just innocent. But I will respect his wishes).

#drunk stories #funny #drunk boyfriend #drink responsibly kids #also don't huff glue or do meth #can i marry this guy already?