precious memories of shit you don't remember

[cathaarsix]

thinking about my previous post about friday night, and how there is stuff i can't really remember (it's all there, just fuzzy) i thought it'd be fun to recount memories of crazy shanigans which you may or may not remember all of the circumstances of (perhaps your friends filled in the gaps later) i'll get the ball rolling

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[the_mad_laugher]

I've got a few of these, most of which I wouldn't recount in a public forum, mostly due to intense embarrassment about circumstances; the stories always seem to involve me falling on my ass in the middle of dancing and are thus hard to explain unless I do a dramatic recount in person.

However, I always think fondly back to the first time I ever really got drunk in college. This would have been in the heady mid-90s. I went to a party at the Courtyards (just as seedy then as now). I was there with Mary Maddrey (now born-again, and married), and I think someone else. When we were walking back from the party, we first had a discussion about whether or not we were Transformers (we were not) and, as we were doing this, we ran into this dude that was holding a soap dispenser. We engaged him in conversation and insisted he had stolen it from the stadium. People still do not believe any element of this story when I recount it.

Ben, perhaps you'll recall one drunked Halloween when we went to the Clock, and you were dressed up in that silver shirt that revealed half of your midriff. The same Mary from up above suddenly blurted out in the middle of some inane conversation "I don't know any of you people!" and stormed out. Never did figure out why she did that, or maybe it's just fuzzy.

I've also done a good job of collecting the drunken stories of my friends over the years. For instance, Kristina Dugan (known to me, Ben, and Paul--don't know if anyone else who reads this journal would know her) had the disturbing habit of simply "going for a walk" when she was drunk. Sometimes she'd tell people, sometimes she wouldn't. One time she called me the day after a party to ask if she'd gone for a walk at the party. I said yes, she curtailed her drinking after that because she had no recollection. Dave once walked like five miles with her because she insisted that she had to walk from the Rotator back to town.

Re: there was come on the piano

[the_mad_laugher]

I don't think it's odd to want to walk when you're drunk--I often get that impulse when I drink. It's the fact that she'd just wander away for long periods of time without telling anyone which was disturbing.

[blizack]

I used to go for a walk pretty much immediately after getting drunk at the old Down Lo/Full Circle Britpop night. But I think that was partly because of the music. ;)