[Night Hides Not]

My last episode of over imbibing occurred on 12/30/79. I was spending my Christmas break with German friends in Lutjenburg, a tourist town overlooking the Baltic. While at a disco, I was in a drinking game: the loser bought a round of Jagermeister. I stopped counting at 15 shots.

Next morning, NY's Eve, I was sick as a dog, I about died while hanging in there at the NY Eve party, which lasted until 8 AM the following morning. I was 25 and in my third year in Germany. I could usually hang with the Germans, but this was a bridge too far...lol. Two bottles of vodka would definitely do me in.

[caver]

You do know that 15 shots is not “a round”?