Drunk stories...

We all have at least "one of those nights" where the alcohol creeps up on you and before you know it it's one of those epic "drunk story" nights. Here's my first one. Let's here them.
I was at a bachelor party and got absolutely smashed on Lemon Drops...smashed. I walked home about three miles and woke up on my bathroom floor with my pants around my ankles...grass stains on my knees like I had been walking for a bit with my pants down and had actually fallen...and me using as a pillow a metal Syracuse Orangeman trash can I had. I had actually punched a huge dent/crease in the trash can so my head would fit in there securely like it was a pillow. The next day I was such a hurting puppy...but it was a good night that night.
I was at a bachelor party and got absolutely smashed on Lemon Drops...smashed. I walked home about three miles and woke up on my bathroom floor with my pants around my ankles...grass stains on my knees like I had been walking for a bit with my pants down and had actually fallen...and me using as a pillow a metal Syracuse Orangeman trash can I had. I had actually punched a huge dent/crease in the trash can so my head would fit in there securely like it was a pillow. The next day I was such a hurting puppy...but it was a good night that night.
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my parent's town in jersey is about one square mile. got TRASHED (trashed) at a buddy's house which could not have been more than 6 or 7 blocks from home. left the party, got incredibly lost (lived in this town for 19 years at the time), just aimlessly walking. after walking for what seemed like an hour or two, i thought i was best off sleeping on a bench, not a park bench, but a pubic bench on the corner of a busy intersection.
woke up, must have puked as there was some on the ground. walked to burger king that was across the street and crushed a whopper. made my way home and probably slept for about 18 hours straight.
was happy to wake up to puke and not a cop poking me!
I missed not one, but two flights home.. thank god for that man at the southwest counter.. Third time is a charm!!!
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I stood up and sang part of the chorus to Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful."
(this was last night)
:oops:
Abrn Hlls '98 - Clarkston 2 '03 - Grd Rpds '06 - Abrn Hlls '06 - Clvd '10 - PJ20 - Berlin 1+2 '12 - Wrigley '13 - Pitt '13- buff '13- Philly 1+2 '13 - Seattle '13
Much better choice than the Arctic Ocean. I hear that one is pretty cold.
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You can never have enough Neil in the mix. -EV 10/24/10
There's only one commandment: Don't be an asshole. -EV 5/6/10
Abrn Hlls '98 - Clarkston 2 '03 - Grd Rpds '06 - Abrn Hlls '06 - Clvd '10 - PJ20 - Berlin 1+2 '12 - Wrigley '13 - Pitt '13- buff '13- Philly 1+2 '13 - Seattle '13
Don't fuck sheep. -EV 7/11/11
You can never have enough Neil in the mix. -EV 10/24/10
There's only one commandment: Don't be an asshole. -EV 5/6/10
Abrn Hlls '98 - Clarkston 2 '03 - Grd Rpds '06 - Abrn Hlls '06 - Clvd '10 - PJ20 - Berlin 1+2 '12 - Wrigley '13 - Pitt '13- buff '13- Philly 1+2 '13 - Seattle '13
It is good for temperature control. The floor is cold so when you get really hot you just lay there. If you get cold you can just reach up and pull a towel off the rack. There is nothing like that cool floor when making vomit love to the porcelain. Especially when you follow it with a pedialite pop.
Don't fuck sheep. -EV 7/11/11
You can never have enough Neil in the mix. -EV 10/24/10
There's only one commandment: Don't be an asshole. -EV 5/6/10
Bill Cosby said it better than all.. "thank you toilet bowl, thank you for being so cool on the side.. you're the only one who understands me toilet bowl..."
Abrn Hlls '98 - Clarkston 2 '03 - Grd Rpds '06 - Abrn Hlls '06 - Clvd '10 - PJ20 - Berlin 1+2 '12 - Wrigley '13 - Pitt '13- buff '13- Philly 1+2 '13 - Seattle '13
the cold tile is so welcoming!
and why have i never thought, "ok, your bedroom is too fuckin far away, but the bathtub is right here. why don't i climb in there and get off the floor?"
isn't that a Scritti Politti song? :think: :-P
at that point, moving is the last thing i wanna do...i mean, that's like a 2 and half foot climb...fuck that! :P
we started drinking before we got to the church...
i was drinking anything i could my hands on, i don't remember most of the reception. the last thing i remember is closing out the night with baba o'reily and my whole family screaming on the top of our lungs 'we're all wasted'
i woke up the next morning on the floor of the hotel hallway, missing a shoe, missing my bowtie, missing my tux jacket and for some reason had my arms wrapped around a centerpiece from one of the tables at the reception...
Epic :thumbup:
Abrn Hlls '98 - Clarkston 2 '03 - Grd Rpds '06 - Abrn Hlls '06 - Clvd '10 - PJ20 - Berlin 1+2 '12 - Wrigley '13 - Pitt '13- buff '13- Philly 1+2 '13 - Seattle '13
which then begs the question. what is it about NOT moving that is SO awesome when you are on the verge of alcohol poisoning?
don't talk to me, don't touch me, don't even breathe on me. if you comply, i just might be OK in 16 hours.
hmmm...i'll make sure to use the carpeted bathroom.
I literally just layed on top of the mailbox and fell asleep. Feet off of the ground and everything.
:P