I met my wife when she was in the Navy, stationed on the same ship as I was. In 97 0r 98(the years start to run together after awhile), our ship pulled into Chinhae, S. Korea for a liberty port visit. We did the tours and shopping thing a couple days, then decided to explore Chinhae itself one day.
After getting completely lost, and having an assault rifle pointed at us when we approached a South Korean base(still not sure why he did that), we hopped a cab and got back to the right base. We went straight to the base club to get drinks. Little did I know, her intentions were to get me as drunk as possible, and then f*ck the shit out of me.
The base club was designed for a max of 275 people. I know this because I saw the sign on the wall. Our ship had a crew of about 1500 at the time, so minus duty section, pretty much every one was at the club–meaning it was literally standing room only.
We got lucky as we made a lap of the bar, and jumped on two stools which were being vacated. I basically slid under some dude’s ass while he was still in the process of standing up. To which about ten other people started whining, and then wandered off.
Long story short(not really), I was drinking beer, maybe 8-10, and had a couple shots with my wife. She was drinking mixed drinks(plus shots), and had a total of about 8 drinks, plus probably 8 shots of Crown, and one of takillya. I remember, about the time I’m carrying a hard buzz, she said, ‘I’m starting to feel a little buzz now’, on drink 6 or so. I thought, Damn, this girl can DRINK!
Here’s the thing: I knew that moving around got the alcohol circulating quicker, so it didn’t sneak up on you, so I was walking around while she guarded our seats. After a while, I was drunk enough that I forgot why I was walking around, but kept doing it and didn’t tell her to. So she sat still(didn’t even go the restroom), through 8 drinks, and 9 shots.
We got up to leave and I’m thinking ‘Get her back to the ship’(Cinderella liberty, she was an E-3 and had to be on board before midnight). I’m almost in the parking lot and realize that she’s not behind me. I turn around, and she is being held up(physically) by Shore Patrol because she couldn’t stand up. All that liquor hit at once, and she about fell over.
So I get her on the bus, where she proceeds to puke on my seat(which I had recently vacated). This chief(the guy who bought her all the Crown) appears out of nowhere, swipes the seat clean with his bare hand, and sits down in what is left. We get her back to the ship, get her in her rack(and enlist some of her friends to keep an eye on her since I obviously can’t stay in female berthing).
Funny thing was, she went to bed drunk, woke up drunk, and wasn’t hungover until that night.
Sick thing was, I was leaving for a tour the next morning(she had to work, and she did it completely hammered), and saw that chief getting on another bus. Still wearing the exact same clothes he was wearing when he sat in my wife’s vomit.