OMG cville. For some reason I knew you would appreciate my shameful stories but at the same time I'm embarrassed you saw them. lol
Lol! I love these stories. Here, I'll tell one. I met up with some friends at the dorm in college who were already well into partying. To "catch up," in about 15 minutes I drank half a bottle of Bacardi (NEVER AGAIN). We all are walking to go get food and I decided to go streaking with the men's crew team (they were doing some sort of initiation thing and my friends and I ran into them). They're all like 6'4" and run really fast. So I get back waaaaay after them to where our clothes were and mine are stolen! I begin yelling about this.
Except no they weren't, I was just too drunk to remember where they were.
So I'm just roaming around naked looking under shrubbery for my clothes. Eventually I found them and my friends and I went out for cheese fries with some of the crew guys.
Post by W.T.Faulkner on Apr 25, 2015 23:39:15 GMT -5
I gave the speech at my college graduation. (brushes dirt off shoulder)
Seven hours prior to my speech I could be found urinating upon a statue of St. Ignatius in a very public part of campus with my graduation cap and sunglasses on.
Stfu! We live in the Point. I grew up in the Neck. Q for life.
NO SHIT. OMG. I think you are younger then me or maybe just maybe we wound up at the same bar in QBP.
I actually grew up south of there near Providence in Foxboro. But when I decided to move out I was working in Boston so I rented in Quincy. I loved it there. ONce DH and I met we then moved to Medford and lived there a few years. Now we live south of Boston but I tells ya. My time in Quincy was awesome. Rented on Bent Terrace about 5 minutes from the T station in Quincy Center
Another local checking in, my H is from Gtown (I know I know) and went to NQH. We lived in an apartment near the Neck until a year ago, we bought a house way out in the burbs but we still frequent the Q and I teach fitness classes there. Well not right now because I'm about to spit out a baby. I'm a N. Shore chick originally.
When I saw FI last we went out for a really nice dinner then had a few drinks. On the way home I had to go to the bathroom like now. Reaching critical. So I told him and we hustled home and I had him hurry ahead to get the door unlocked. Total diarrhea.
Then quite a while later he walks past the bathroom and says, "I'm not suggesting anything by this but you don't like to use the air freshener spray in the bathroom, do you?".
I love these! I have grandma stories because they are cute:
One grandma grew up on the farm. When she was in her 60s we went to the large animal clinic part of our local university for a family open house like day. While we we were there, still in our Sunday best, a wee pig got loose. My grandma , quicker than a jolly 60 year old grandma should be, chased and pinned that pig down until the stunned people in charge came and got him from her. It was awesome.
The other grandma was visiting and in the vein of @mama2b, was taken to a matinee with my mom. My uber conservative Christian mom decided that her MIL would love an inspirational movie about a 40 year old virgin. Yep, that Steve Carrel movie. I about died when mom told me what movie they saw!
Post by thatgirl2478 on Apr 26, 2015 13:47:04 GMT -5
I puked in front of Windsor Castle (yes, the one in London where the Queen is). In my defense I had a stomach bug.
When I was dating DH we got really drunk on a pub crawl and I ended up puking over the railing of the elevated train platform - right onto the sidewalk below.
Post by bohemianmango on Apr 26, 2015 14:56:06 GMT -5
My bachelorette party was a series of ridiculous events. It started with dinner, then drinking and entertainment in our hotel room and ended at a club.
My bff decided to have a stripper come to the hotel room. My sister went along with her plans but didn't know anything about the stripper. The stripper shows up and we learn he is just coming back from stripper "retirement" and it had been over a year since he did a party. My bff had no idea. Think Danny Devito on that Friends episode. He was taller and younger but not in shape at all. I went with it because all I could do was laugh and I knew it would be entertaining.
His stripper song was Ginuwine's Pony. During my lap dance, I asked for a towel so I could wipe him down. Hotel management came to the room because of the noise and we hid the stripper in the closet. When they left, the stripper told us to snap instead of laughing and clapping. And he ended the night by flipping my friend into the air and onto the bed. The stripper lost his balance and they both landed on the bed. And they broke the bed.
When we were at the club, my other sister yelled at me on the dance floor, "OMG, I'm having so much fun! This is best the night of my life and omg I think I'm peeing right now! What should I do?" She just continued to dance and I caught a guy when he almost slipped on my sister's puddle
I once accidentally returned porn to Blockbuster. Grabbed the wrong VHS tape. Then had to go back to Blockbuster and have the pimple faced 16 year old working the front desk hand me back my copy of Sinderella and Her Sisters. DH refused to go in with me and sat in the parking lot laughing hysterically.Â
I DID THIS TOO! I was so mad at my BF at the time because he refused to go back to switch the videos.
This is not a puke funny but a kid funny.
I was trying to get my kid ready to go to ST while she was taking her sweet ass time to do anything. Finally I said to her 'Annie my patience is wearing thin' and she responds 'oh momma you're not thin'.
NO SHIT. OMG. I think you are younger then me or maybe just maybe we wound up at the same bar in QBP.
I actually grew up south of there near Providence in Foxboro. But when I decided to move out I was working in Boston so I rented in Quincy. I loved it there. ONce DH and I met we then moved to Medford and lived there a few years. Now we live south of Boston but I tells ya. My time in Quincy was awesome. Rented on Bent Terrace about 5 minutes from the T station in Quincy Center
Another local checking in, my H is from Gtown (I know I know) and went to NQH. We lived in an apartment near the Neck until a year ago, we bought a house way out in the burbs but we still frequent the Q and I teach fitness classes there. Well not right now because I'm about to spit out a baby. I'm a N. Shore chick originally.
With the exception of living near Boston for college, I am a N Shore girl all the way. Still live on the N Shore.
One of my most embarrassing moments- h and I were at the movie theater. We choose the row with the bar in front so that we could put or feet up. Halfway through the movie, I had to use the bathroom and didn't want to bug people by walking on front of them -no problem- I'll just go over the bars instead.
I totally misjudged the height difference between rows.
I fucking kicked the dude next to me in the face. KICKED HIM IN THE FACE! Ugh. I usually can suppress this, but every once in awhile my husband likes to remind me. "Hey, remember when you were being hyper sensitive about being a bother and kicked a guy in face?!"
when DH and I took a prenatal class we signed up to provide a snack for one of the classes. Our night turned out to be the night we were going to watch the birthing video. In honour of this we brought jelly donuts for the class.
Post by firelight1210 on Apr 27, 2015 9:21:09 GMT -5
In my early 20s my roommate and I threw a party at our apartment. The person I had a crush on at the time said they would be stopping by, so of course this meant I had to get blasted to get the courage to talk to them. Cue drinking beer, strawberry daiquiris, shots of rum and jelly shots. The last thing I remember is bending over the sink telling my friend how nervous I was.
I got the rest of the story the next day. Two of my male coworkers and my brother carried me to MY CRUSH'S car to take me to the hospital (my roommate freaked and insisted). One coworker got my head, the other my feet. And my brother, the sensitive, tactful person that he is, shouted "Who's going to get the butt??? It's the heaviest part!" Thanks bro.
I finally wake up, freezing in the hospital, my brother at my side. The doctors asked if I knew where I was - "in a bar!" The doctors asked if I knew who my brother was - "that's Josh!" - not my brother's name.
When I was coming too, all I kept saying is "But I'm IRISH!!! I can hold my alcohol!!"
My brother says the doctors were taking bets on what my BAC would come back at. I don't remember the number, but it was embarrassingly low for the amount of wasted foolishness I pulled.
When it was time to go home, my crush was waiting to drive me back. Needless to say, that didn't work out, but they were good people for waiting.
Post by sweetptater on Apr 27, 2015 11:24:32 GMT -5
One of DH's friends had just started dating a girl. He took her to his hometown for the weekend to meet his mom and they stayed at mom's house. His mom went to bed early, so they went out to the bar where she got wasted. At some point during the night she got up to use the bathroom and got disoriented. Instead of going back to their room, she went to his mom's room where she proceeded to crawl into bed with her. Still wasted and completely naked.
Post by underwaterrhymes on Apr 27, 2015 11:30:57 GMT -5
This is actually my grandmother's embarrassing story, not mine.
It was probably 20 years ago, so she was maybe 70 when this happened.
My grandfather worked at the Pentagon one or two days a week still. He had tried retiring but was too bored and was clinging to work for as long as possible. But they lived in Williamsburg, so he would travel up there for meetings and stay the night in a hotel.
So my grandmother was alone on this particular night. She heard a buzzing noise and walked around the house, but couldn't pinpoint what it was, so she got scared and called security.
They came and walked around the property and the house, but there were no intruders.
Oh no. You see, it turned out her vibrator had spontaneously turned itself on in her dresser drawer.
I don't know if my YiaYia was able to face those security guards ever again.
This is actually my grandmother's embarrassing story, not mine.
It was probably 20 years ago, so she was maybe 70 when this happened.
My grandfather worked at the Pentagon one or two days a week still. He had tried retiring but was too bored and was clinging to work for as long as possible. But they lived in Williamsburg, so he would travel up there for meetings and stay the night in a hotel.
So my grandmother was alone on this particular night. She heard a buzzing noise and walked around the house, but couldn't pinpoint what it was, so she got scared and called security.
They came and walked around the property and the house, but there were no intruders.
Oh no. You see, it turned out her vibrator had spontaneously turned itself on in her dresser drawer.
I don't know if my YiaYia was able to face those security guards ever again.
At a friend's bachelorette party we met at one girls apartment for drinks and to have a male stripper come. I collected the money from everyone ahead of time and stashed it in a table in the kitchen. But then we got shit faced and no one could remember where the money was. Luckily two girls had enough cash to pay him before it got out of hand. Then we were leaving to go out and I puked outside her building door. They had to call H to come get me. I woke up at 5am and immediately remembered where I put the money. I'm still not sure how H managed to get me out of the dress I was wearing while I was passed out.
OMG cville. For some reason I knew you would appreciate my shameful stories but at the same time I'm embarrassed you saw them. lol
Lol! I love these stories. Here, I'll tell one. I met up with some friends at the dorm in college who were already well into partying. To "catch up," in about 15 minutes I drank half a bottle of Bacardi (NEVER AGAIN). We all are walking to go get food and I decided to go streaking with the men's crew team (they were doing some sort of initiation thing and my friends and I ran into them). They're all like 6'4" and run really fast. So I get back waaaaay after them to where our clothes were and mine are stolen! I begin yelling about this.
Except no they weren't, I was just too drunk to remember where they were.
So I'm just roaming around naked looking under shrubbery for my clothes. Eventually I found them and my friends and I went out for cheese fries with some of the crew guys.
The end.
Ahhh, so you went to the same school I did.
(I'm pretty sure you didn't, but yeah....). Good times.