Post Your Sofa King Drunk Experiences Here...
 

Like right now, for example. I love Gordon Biersch. So, do I stop at one beer? Nooooooo. Next thing I know, the whole six pack is gone.

Here's what I did today, I've been wanting to do something for about a month, and then I finally do it, and realize to myself: "oh fudge, what was I thinking?!"

Okay, don't just LOOKEY-LOU here! POST, DANGNABBIT!!!!

The most recent drunken noteworthy experience that comes to mind for me was this past New Year's Eve. Hub and I went to see a band with a bunch of friends. You had to buy drink tickets and I didn't want to get all liqoured so I only brought enough moola for two drinks. WEll, everyone and their dog bought me drinks, not to mention the bartender wouldn't take my tickets. I kept going back, more and more. I was loaded by the end of the night and still had my two drink tickets. Made my husband go get my last drink and go figure. He asked him for a drink ticket. That morning was horrible. I tried Rye and Coca cola for the first time. It's like THE drink up here. It's crap. I got home and my body couldn't decide which end it wanted the junk to leave from. Gotta love sitting on the toilet with a bucket in your hands to ring in the New Year. If that was too graphic for you I accept no responsibility.. . . you demanded a post. :p :D

uhhuh.... who flooded the bathroom?? :-P


mine woulda been my last birthday... wait that was the only drunken experience worth remembering....

note to self... walls are HARD!! CANNOT walk THRU walls

Hmmm, this year at the staff Christmas deal I was having a fine time, playing pool and drinking crantinis, when I suddenly realized that I was unable to speak coherently. This seemed alarming, so I put on my coat and without further ado went to the foyer to catch a cab. I called the cab company and managed to force my lips to say the restaurant's location, then with time to pass called Rat Man to say I was coming home. It was as though I had had a stroke. Nothing intelligible came out. Somehow I remained standing until the cab picked me up, managed to get out my address, and passed out until we pulled into the drive. Rat Man was amazed that I somehow poked out the correct code on the garage door opener. I basically tore off my clothes and fell into bed, to wake up to the WORST hangover I've ever had. Heroically and with a lot of diphenhydramine, I made it to the wave pool with Miss Rat, as I had foolishly promised her the day before. mmmmmmmmmmm shuddering, dehydrated, blue and aching in the wave pool, Merry Christmas.

so thats what I missed by not drinking in college :)

I think I posted my peeing on the public transit story already? Where I felt so embarrassed the next day I wrote a letter of apology?


um, yeah.

did the police come visit with public lewdness charges??

oh wait. sorry. i was mixing up two drunken mishaps in my head as I was thinking about what to type. I puked on the bus. I peed in my bed. Once. Different nights.

No police showed up for either of those nights.





aw, youth.

I peed in my bed too









when I was 4 :p

You have my complete permission to beat the crap out of him. I will hold him down for you

hey, I'm more ashamed about puking on the bus. The night I peed the bed was my 24th birthday and I had spent the evening at my favorite (at the time) gay bar where they had 1$ drink specials and all my friends were buying me drinks all night. Makes perfect sense to me.

you can get these really good plastic sheets for that. i'll ask my mom where she gets them.

^:rolleyes:

just stay out of the ER will you please

*mwah*