Now with added tooth pieces!
It's time for more stories full of fun and grammar mistakes.
There are a few things that prelude this incident. First, I was going to a themed party. To show up to this party you have to dress up as either a tart (any kind of hooker) or vicar (or some other kind of priest or religious figure). Second, I have to drive my sister to work the next day at noon, I told her to call me at 11:30 to make sure I am on my way to pick her up. Third, I came with a 750ml bottle of grey goose vodka.
So, I dressed up as Joseph Smith (founder of the Mormon Religion). I gave Matt a ride to this party. He dressed up as an 11 year old Greek boy, from my suggestion. We start drinking as soon as we get into the car (I waited a few minutes I think). We have no shot glasses or anything, so we just drink straight from the bottle (I usually try not to drink more than 7-8 drinks in a night). All of a sudden I notice the bottle is gone (apparently 7 drinks straight from the bottle is a hell of a lot more than a normal shot!! Oh crap.
Ok, to the party details. All of the guys, save one (who was a female whore), dressed as some kind of priest, there was the rabbi, pope, monk, pastor and the like. And, all of the women dressed as hookers, I think. All in all, the party theme served its purpose perfectly. People started off pretty well in character, I was walking around having visions where god would be pissed off at people and I would tell them they were going to hell if they didn't do my bidding. Starting off with easy things like, "God told me you would go to Hell for eternity, for believing in your heathen religion." Then slowly progressed into random chatter and I started to give someone a hand reading. That got interrupted by someone wanting me to teach them how to salsa. This is where my recollection ends.
I wake up the next day at 1pm, on a couch, at Matt's house. Uh oh, 1pm! So I get up and start making my way to my car, to get my phone. I was supposed to bring my phone in, so I could receive my sisters call. I grab a cherry on my way out the door to my car. I take the pit out, pop it in my mouth and start to chew it. But there are some small little pieces that are very hard and I can't chew them. So I spit it out and examine the cherry's flesh. There are small pieces of hard white things in it. O!M!G! they are pieces of tooth!! About 20% of my lower left rear molar has shattered. I start noticing muscle pains in my legs, back and neck, it seems like I have bruises on my knees elbows and ass. As I look down I see my pants and tux shirt are all completely grass stained (I do mean completely). I couldn't imagine me getting into a fight with someone, but hell I can't remember anything. I proceed to call my sister and explain what is going on. First, she was a little pissed because she had to call in sick from work, because she couldn't get a ride in. Then, she was concerned about my tooth and what happened. So I drove to my sister's to sleep some more and talk about the dental clinic near her house. I tried calling a few people that were at the party last night to see if they could shed some light on what happened, after nobody answered I fell asleep. A few hours later Matt gives me a call and starts answering my questions about the night. I tell him the last thing I remember and he starts laughing. He said that was very early in the night and there was about 3-4 hours that were missing from the party. But I was showing someone a couple cool self defense moves outside. When the boyfriend of the girl I was giving the hand reading to comes outside and says I should show them to him. I guess he wanted me to show him, in action ways to get into it or something and apparently I got a really nice headlock on him. This was making him amok, so I stopped the choke and he proceeded to throttle me. So this is how all of the grass stains and bruises. The tooth he wasn't so sure about, this could have happened in many different ways and will remain a mystery. Fortunately for me, the tooth doesn't hurt at all and it was a tooth that had a rather large filling in it already. It wasn't so much a tooth breaking as it was my filling getting popped out and the remainder of my tooth chipped off.
I didn't "pass" out until I got to the car, Matt drove me to his place and had to basicly carry me to the couch. At least I fed some local farm friendly animals a bag of vomit. It was left just outside had turned up missing by morning.
There are a few things that prelude this incident. First, I was going to a themed party. To show up to this party you have to dress up as either a tart (any kind of hooker) or vicar (or some other kind of priest or religious figure). Second, I have to drive my sister to work the next day at noon, I told her to call me at 11:30 to make sure I am on my way to pick her up. Third, I came with a 750ml bottle of grey goose vodka.
So, I dressed up as Joseph Smith (founder of the Mormon Religion). I gave Matt a ride to this party. He dressed up as an 11 year old Greek boy, from my suggestion. We start drinking as soon as we get into the car (I waited a few minutes I think). We have no shot glasses or anything, so we just drink straight from the bottle (I usually try not to drink more than 7-8 drinks in a night). All of a sudden I notice the bottle is gone (apparently 7 drinks straight from the bottle is a hell of a lot more than a normal shot!! Oh crap.
Ok, to the party details. All of the guys, save one (who was a female whore), dressed as some kind of priest, there was the rabbi, pope, monk, pastor and the like. And, all of the women dressed as hookers, I think. All in all, the party theme served its purpose perfectly. People started off pretty well in character, I was walking around having visions where god would be pissed off at people and I would tell them they were going to hell if they didn't do my bidding. Starting off with easy things like, "God told me you would go to Hell for eternity, for believing in your heathen religion." Then slowly progressed into random chatter and I started to give someone a hand reading. That got interrupted by someone wanting me to teach them how to salsa. This is where my recollection ends.
I wake up the next day at 1pm, on a couch, at Matt's house. Uh oh, 1pm! So I get up and start making my way to my car, to get my phone. I was supposed to bring my phone in, so I could receive my sisters call. I grab a cherry on my way out the door to my car. I take the pit out, pop it in my mouth and start to chew it. But there are some small little pieces that are very hard and I can't chew them. So I spit it out and examine the cherry's flesh. There are small pieces of hard white things in it. O!M!G! they are pieces of tooth!! About 20% of my lower left rear molar has shattered. I start noticing muscle pains in my legs, back and neck, it seems like I have bruises on my knees elbows and ass. As I look down I see my pants and tux shirt are all completely grass stained (I do mean completely). I couldn't imagine me getting into a fight with someone, but hell I can't remember anything. I proceed to call my sister and explain what is going on. First, she was a little pissed because she had to call in sick from work, because she couldn't get a ride in. Then, she was concerned about my tooth and what happened. So I drove to my sister's to sleep some more and talk about the dental clinic near her house. I tried calling a few people that were at the party last night to see if they could shed some light on what happened, after nobody answered I fell asleep. A few hours later Matt gives me a call and starts answering my questions about the night. I tell him the last thing I remember and he starts laughing. He said that was very early in the night and there was about 3-4 hours that were missing from the party. But I was showing someone a couple cool self defense moves outside. When the boyfriend of the girl I was giving the hand reading to comes outside and says I should show them to him. I guess he wanted me to show him, in action ways to get into it or something and apparently I got a really nice headlock on him. This was making him amok, so I stopped the choke and he proceeded to throttle me. So this is how all of the grass stains and bruises. The tooth he wasn't so sure about, this could have happened in many different ways and will remain a mystery. Fortunately for me, the tooth doesn't hurt at all and it was a tooth that had a rather large filling in it already. It wasn't so much a tooth breaking as it was my filling getting popped out and the remainder of my tooth chipped off.
I didn't "pass" out until I got to the car, Matt drove me to his place and had to basicly carry me to the couch. At least I fed some local farm friendly animals a bag of vomit. It was left just outside had turned up missing by morning.