This was in 2009 went to my husbands CEOs house & got wasted. My DH woke up in our car with his pants off... His trunks were on the front porch and I was asleep in the guest bed.... The sad thing was the college kids (the son of the CEO was in college) were better behaved than us. He did get a raise & a promotion after this.....
I fell asleep in one bar, woke up in another halfway across town. It was hula-hoop night at the lesbian bar and I danced with a lovely woman named Rita who had a glorious mullet and a Canadian tuxedo. With the sleeves cut off.
Haha I'm impressed you can piece that together!! Sounds like fun!!
This isn't my drunk story, but I woke up to this text from my BFF one time. "ok so I am at a house that I don't remember. I cannot find my clothes, purse, or car. I remember random people bathing me, I am laying in bed with a guy I do not know, and there is a tampon stuck inside of me.
This isn't my drunk story, but I woke up to this text from my BFF one time. "ok so I am at a house that I don't remember. I cannot find my clothes, purse, or car. I remember random people bathing me, I am laying in bed with a guy I do not know, and there is a tampon stuck inside of me.
Ummm poor girl!! That is pretty fucked up. All kinds of wrong!!
This isn't my drunk story, but I woke up to this text from my BFF one time. "ok so I am at a house that I don't remember. I cannot find my clothes, purse, or car. I remember random people bathing me, I am laying in bed with a guy I do not know, and there is a tampon stuck inside of me.
This isn't my drunk story, but I woke up to this text from my BFF one time. "ok so I am at a house that I don't remember. I cannot find my clothes, purse, or car. I remember random people bathing me, I am laying in bed with a guy I do not know, and there is a tampon stuck inside of me.
I'm all for good drunken shenanigans, but this story makes me uncomfortable.
This isn't my drunk story, but I woke up to this text from my BFF one time. "ok so I am at a house that I don't remember. I cannot find my clothes, purse, or car. I remember random people bathing me, I am laying in bed with a guy I do not know, and there is a tampon stuck inside of me.
I'm all for good drunken shenanigans, but this story makes me uncomfortable.
This isn't my drunk story, but I woke up to this text from my BFF one time. "ok so I am at a house that I don't remember. I cannot find my clothes, purse, or car. I remember random people bathing me, I am laying in bed with a guy I do not know, and there is a tampon stuck inside of me.
I'm all for good drunken shenanigans, but this story makes me uncomfortable.
Did I just old?
If you old I'm a crazy old bat... I feel like police should have been called, ER visit.... But I'm thinking MUD on this because it seems she still has the text down pat. Unless it happened last week....
I'm all for good drunken shenanigans, but this story makes me uncomfortable.
Did I just old?
If you old I'm a crazy old bat... I feel like police should have been called, ER visit.... But I'm thinking MUD on this because it seems she still has the text down pat. Unless it happened last week....
No it was 3 years ago. It will forever haunt me lol. How can you forget that text?
If you old I'm a crazy old bat... I feel like police should have been called, ER visit.... But I'm thinking MUD on this because it seems she still has the text down pat. Unless it happened last week....
No it was 3 years ago. It will forever haunt me lol. How can you forget that text?
Post by candyapple on May 11, 2012 22:29:30 GMT -5
Don't crazy drunk stories just make people seem crazy? Idk, but I'm not feeling share-y about it. I was 18 and drank too much and did things I'm not proud of, not necessarily regret. I mean I started at as a freshman at UCONN and by Christmas I was no longer a student at UCONN, so you do the math.
Uh.. I have a couple. Most I can't even remember. Here's one tho:
One Halloween when I was about 22, I was doing a no carb diet. I don't know why, but it didn't occur to me that carbs = help soak up the alcohol. I had 7 vodka martinis at some swank bar. Somehow we made our way to a biker bar down in the seedy side of town that had some Hell's Angels in it. Most of the night is a blur but I distinctly remember walking (stumbling) up to one of the bikers at the bar that had this long ass beard down to his moobs and I remember petting it and yelling "Oh my God, you're like Santa Claus but not as jolly!" Friends got me home soon after that. Also, I fell in the bushes while walking up to my front door. Like, legit ass over head, buried in the bushes with my legs sticking straight up. I hear it was very funny.
I always fall down... I'm the real "falling down drunk bitch!" I once fell down the stairs at a very popular club in downtown Dallas. In heels. In a dress.
Post by margotmacomber on May 11, 2012 22:32:31 GMT -5
Oh! OK. Once, we were walking home from some bars (like 7 of us) and I was wearing DC shoes. It was snowy and icy. I said, hey guys don't worry I have skater shoes on. I'm not going to slip on the ice. And then I fell face forward into a snowbank. And didn't want to leave it. I had to be convinced that the snowbank was not my home.
Waking up with almost $200 in my pockets from winning the "show your tits" contest. Nice. The old guy coming up to me the next morning asking if I want my bra back.
No it was 3 years ago. It will forever haunt me lol. How can you forget that text?
I'm really hoping your friend is okay
Pregnant..... Lol! From the guy who was in bed beside her that day! They have been dating ever since. They are getting married this summer. Not your typical love story I know. Please know this is not representative of my character. Ha! Maybe this is why you shouldn't drink three glasses of wine and then share stories.
Waking up with almost $200 in my pockets from winning the "show your tits" contest. Nice. The old guy coming up to me the next morning asking if I want my bra back.
Waking up with almost $200 in my pockets from winning the "show your tits" contest. Nice. The old guy coming up to me the next morning asking if I want my bra back.