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So I no longer drink, but I was talking it over with my good friend Stephanie about my classiest drunken moments. Let's call it Hot Mess Moments In History:
This one time, I got so pissed at my boyfriend at the time because he dranked and ditched with his friends at my friends party. I got super drunk at the party, got picked up by one of my coworkers to go to ANOTHER party at a bar, invited myself to other people's songs onstage (karaoke) at the bar. Woke up in a dark room I did not recognize and found myself on top of cardboard!
I panicked for 5 minutes because my boyfriend probably hadn't heard from me, and I didn't know where my phone was, or where I was at. Luckily it was just the room I didn't recognize (I was at the first party), but I was still confused as to why I was still at the house! I scrambled around in the dark looking for my stuff, and found somebody else's phone. I was so disoriented that I could not remember for the life of me what his number was!
What takes the cake is that my coworker confided in me later that we had made out with each other in front of my other coworkers when they were trying to take me to my car. I vaguely remembered that it had taken place, but wished I didn't remember it at all! My friend dished out all the embarassing details of that fateful night.
Moment numero dos:
I took the breakup with my ex pretty hard, and went out to numb the pain by distracting myself with going out with friends and coworkers. I went out to Sofa Lounge (I miss that place!) and got drunk. I think I had drunken dialed my ex asking where he was since I knew it was a regular routine of his to go out downtown on Thursday. I hoped to run into him, etc. He snubbed me, and I took it pretty badly. So I got really crazy erratic and called his "going out buddies" ( I call them this, because they only appear in his life when he goes out-usually Thursday nights). I went to town calling them over and over and over and over trying to determine his location!!!! I was crazy sobbing, with a phone held up to my ear-in the middle of downtown SJ-with my friend trying to take the phone away from me. :)
Never really been the type of drunk who couldn't hold my vomit, but I've had moments of getting the car pulled over on the highway and spilling the night's worth of Miyake's sake bombs.
I've had loads worth of these drunken youthful indiscretions. Embarrassing tales, but comically at best. I don't plan on repeating any of them ever. My drinking has come to a halt, for my drunkalog is evidence that it'll come to a devastating result. But don't cry for me Argentina, just cause I don't drink doesn't mean I don't partyyy! I just have one less option than some.
This one time, I got so pissed at my boyfriend at the time because he dranked and ditched with his friends at my friends party. I got super drunk at the party, got picked up by one of my coworkers to go to ANOTHER party at a bar, invited myself to other people's songs onstage (karaoke) at the bar. Woke up in a dark room I did not recognize and found myself on top of cardboard!
I panicked for 5 minutes because my boyfriend probably hadn't heard from me, and I didn't know where my phone was, or where I was at. Luckily it was just the room I didn't recognize (I was at the first party), but I was still confused as to why I was still at the house! I scrambled around in the dark looking for my stuff, and found somebody else's phone. I was so disoriented that I could not remember for the life of me what his number was!
What takes the cake is that my coworker confided in me later that we had made out with each other in front of my other coworkers when they were trying to take me to my car. I vaguely remembered that it had taken place, but wished I didn't remember it at all! My friend dished out all the embarassing details of that fateful night.
Moment numero dos:
I took the breakup with my ex pretty hard, and went out to numb the pain by distracting myself with going out with friends and coworkers. I went out to Sofa Lounge (I miss that place!) and got drunk. I think I had drunken dialed my ex asking where he was since I knew it was a regular routine of his to go out downtown on Thursday. I hoped to run into him, etc. He snubbed me, and I took it pretty badly. So I got really crazy erratic and called his "going out buddies" ( I call them this, because they only appear in his life when he goes out-usually Thursday nights). I went to town calling them over and over and over and over trying to determine his location!!!! I was crazy sobbing, with a phone held up to my ear-in the middle of downtown SJ-with my friend trying to take the phone away from me. :)
Never really been the type of drunk who couldn't hold my vomit, but I've had moments of getting the car pulled over on the highway and spilling the night's worth of Miyake's sake bombs.
I've had loads worth of these drunken youthful indiscretions. Embarrassing tales, but comically at best. I don't plan on repeating any of them ever. My drinking has come to a halt, for my drunkalog is evidence that it'll come to a devastating result. But don't cry for me Argentina, just cause I don't drink doesn't mean I don't partyyy! I just have one less option than some.