First/worst time getting drunk

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I think the first time I was really drunk was in Russia with this Englishman who kept buying me beers and shots of really nice vodka. We'd hidden about 10 glasses on our persons to get back at the red bastards for poor service and all around bad attitude during our stay there. We'd finally reached the point where we both felt it was time to leave when he insisted we have a shot of absinthe first. So being the gentleman that I am and feeling like somewhat of a diplomat of course I oblige and we take the shots and pocket the fancy little cups as we make our way out of the bar and down the streets of St. Petersburg at 3 am. It was white nights so it felt like it was just about daybreak and we could hear the roaming gangs of youths belting out the proud songs of their nation as they stomped from bar to bar. It soon had become clear that the scoundrels had poisoned us because at just about the same time we started vomiting all over the place and cursing our own mothers. I'll never go back, never.