This happened a few months ago, on our last day of school. My friends and I thought we’d do something fun grab some beer, catch a movie, just chill. So the next day we reached town around 8 in the morning and hung out by a stream a couple kilometers from the theatre.
That’s when one of the guys pulled out a bottle of rum from his bag. I looked at him like, “Seriously?” He said rum would hit better. I didn’t argue. So we passed it around. Took some sips, lit a cigarette, had the best moment of our lives then we realized we were running late and started sprinting toward the theatre. We were literally drinking a beer while running. It was a bad idea We got there just in time. Lights go down, movie starts. Fifteen minutes in, I start feeling weird. I was not feeling good in the stomach, first wave of nausea hit, I swallowed it back. Second one ,same. Third time ?
I lost it. Puked right there in my seat. On the floor, on myself. It was bad. One of my friends dragged me to the washroom. The guy sitting in front of me who basically got splashed followed us. When I came out after washing up, theatre staff were already waiting. The way they looked at me…. They asked me to leave immediately.
Outside the theatre, the guy I puked near demanded money or he’d call the cops. I was in no position to argue. I paid for his movie ticket and his petrol money.
After that, my friends and I sat down for the most depressing lunch of our lives. No one talked much. We just kind of just ate and went home like nothing happened
TL;DR: Got drunk on rum at 8am, puked in a theatre, got kicked out, paid a stranger hush money, and spent the rest of the day regretting every choice I made.
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Dumbass.
You ruined his whole day, paying for gas is the least you could do
What’s the legal drinking age there?
This is an excellent TIFU example.
Nothing big, nothing wild, not funny, nothing that will go down in history, but absolutely, categorically, a TIFU.
Lol! I can relate. I’m “banned” from a theater for getting too drunk, passing out and was woken up by staff and escorted out of the theater employee entrance in the back. Where I waited for an Uber. The movie? Paranormal Activity: the Ghost Dimension. It wasn’t great.
I’ve been to the same theater about a dozen times since.
Lesson of the story: don’t pregame and then go to a dark room that serves alcohol.
Always start small. Pause. Wait half an hour. Be careful with rum and whisky. They hit later when you don’t expect it.
How I know? I am German. I know what I am talking about. We can legally drink from the age of 16.
Start simple. Drink beer. Stay away from wine.
You had “the best moment of your lives”?
And I don’t want to call BS – but where are you, that the drinking age is 21, but that you measure in kilometers? And say petrol?
There are places – but not many of them.
Hold up, you actually paid him money? Good on you. I still remember the video I saw of a woman who went to see Kylie Minogue and some asshat threw up all over her and just dipped.