Beautiful day here today. Mid 60's, not a cloud in the sky, and I've got a lawn suffering from two straight weeks of rain fall in need of a mowing.
TOTD: I'm sure we've all had it. That morning where we wake up not really remembering what happened the night before, but pretty damn sure your glad you can't remember. Until your friends tell you that is. :mad:
Now i'm about to tell you my most embarassing drunk story, so you folks had better pony up as well.
Mine happened when I was 18 (yeah yeah, I know, underage drinking story). A female friend of mine who I had a bit of a crush on had told me that the only thing she wanted for her birthday was for me to get drunk with her. I figure, what the hell.
Now I was young, and very inexperienced with booze at the time. I didn't know that eating things like breads before hand would be helpful, or that being well hydrated would lessen the effects of the hangover. I started the night off with a couple double shots of rum. Within the hour I was chugging vodka straight from the bottle. The rest of the night I can just remember bits and peices. I remember wrestling in the yard with the birthday girl. Yelling at someone to get the hell out of here because no one really liked him. Crying about the girl that I had lost in the past. And getting punched by another friend for uttering some religious blasphemies.
The next thing I remember is waking up half inside of a trash can.
Now as far as hang overs go, this wasn't too horrible. I vomited a couple times, but didn't really have a head ache. I drank a couple glasses of water, did the rounds and made sure everyone else was still alive, and went home to get some more sleep. A few hours later, one of my friends (he filled the role of bigger brother in my dumb kid days as an Airman) stopped by to make sure I was ok. And then he filled me in on some of the blank spots.
Now this all happened 8 years ago, so a lot of it has just been lost to time, but the key thing that has stuck with me, and will stay with me till the day I die is what I had told the girl whose birthday it was. While playing poker, out of the blue I just blurted out "I want to fuck you like a horny fucking rhino."
I just couldn't believe him when he told me this. At the time, I was extremely reserved about feelings like that. Just didn't share them. It was such a foreign concept to me to have done something like that. It took 2 other people to independantly verify it before I actually believed it. To say the least, I was so embarrased with myself I could have crawled into a whole a died.
Later that day I stopped by her house (for the real birthday party), and apologized. I don't know if she really remembered, but if she did she handled it well and life went on like it never had happend. I for the most part swore off alchohal after that event. For the next 6 months, i'd literally get naucious just reading about people drinking.
It was probably 5 years before I'd let myself get "drunk" again, but even now it's never more then a bit of a buzz. I'll never let myself cross that threshold again.