I Hate You

Years ago, when I still thought alcohol was a sport and every evening was spent trying to out-drink everyone until I couldn't feel feelings or say multi-syllabic words, I would partake in beers, shots, shots and beers and then when all was said and done, I'd have 1 last shot...you know, for the road.
Now, I drink good beer because it tastes good. I sip it, savor it and enjoy the evening. I also enjoy the morning after, mostly because I don't have a headache or a rugged case of the shits. This is what its like when I consume adult beverages now.
Except for last night, when one of my A-hole friends decided to be a jerk and buy shots. Several shots. Really? Jagermeister? Are we 19 years old again? Dude, its Wednesday night, lets take it slow...its not a competition.
But of course, peer pressure is a helluva drug.
So now, its Thursday morning, and I feel like dump. Not like I have to take a dump. I feel like the actual dump itself. I feel like poo. Like a great big steamy poo.
Ugh...I hate shots.