One or Nothing

E-mail from me to M:
Why do I not remember this?  I guess it was after our time but you'd still think thay we'd hear about it right?

From boston magazine:
"October 2005- A northeastern fraternity is suspended after cops bust up an epic 24-keg party at a Brookline frat house"

E-mail reply from M to me:
what. you've been to the xxx homecoming parties before...and then they had one other really big party a year..i can't remember what they called it. there were over 20 kegs...i remember they had tshirts. hmm. ill have to email jed and ask. So not only is that ridiculous, you have probably partcipated in it.

I opened this email today at the Miami airport after spending the night with horrible tummy pain and again with my head in the toilet for a few hours in a bathroom the size of linen closet.  We sat down to our special dinner on our cruise and had a glass of champagne to start and then ate a fantastic dinner with 7 small courses and a glass of wine.  It was a good amount of food in the end, and then I went and played blackjack for the first time ever (I lost), and then it happens how it always happens.  My tummy starts to really hurt and I find it impossible to even think because I'm feeling so horrible.  The worst part about it was that the only thing I could think about was that I ate 2 snails, they were tasty, but I got pretty grossed out later.  It's like yeah I think they taste great and I know they're not bugs, but all I can think of is Abe calling them bugs.  After that experience, I've become a 1 drink person!  I thought I could be a 2 drink girl but now, I've gotten to be an even cheaper date.  It's actually good for me, alcohol just doesn't sit well with me and never has, and now on to activities that are a lot less bloating - like catching up on all of our dvr-ed tv shows!