Ok, here’s the deal. I threw a stag for my brother on Saturday. I got a limo for the wedding party and a couple of other guys. We were out for 8 hours and as per the rental agreement, we were all required to get shitfaced drunk.
We pretty much had met our side of the agreement by the time the limo picked us up from the stag. After a visit to The Canadian Ballet, we arrived back in town at about 2:30am.
We proceeded to visit a local watering hole, where I have fuzzy memories of meeting a woman who I thought to be very attractive and charming at the time. We went together to her friends house, and wound up hanging out in the yard for a while. The recollections are now even fuzzier.
Anyway, I’m quite sure I didn’t get so much as a kiss. When I woke up well into Sunday afternoon, I consoled myself by repeating over and over that I was assuredly the victim of a severe case of beer goggles. (Who said sour grapes?)
Today I got the pictures back. The very last one on the roll was of a knockout babe beside me. She looked like she was very much enjoying my company.
However, being the dumb-ass poluted individual I was on Saturday night, I never got her phone number. Even more embarrasing is the fact that I don’t remember her name.
Quadzilla suggested a milk carton effort, I was thinking of a Wanted: poster with her picture and my phone number placed on a wall at the bar in question.
I’m looking for perhaps a more tactful approach. Most likely I will go hang out at the same bar next Saturday, in a slightly more sober state of mind.
Sounds like a lame effort when I contemplate it. What would you do?
God what an awful situation. As much as I like the milkcarton idea it probably isn’t practical. You have no real choice but to return to where you may make her acquaintence again. But if you’re struggling with your memory… and if she remembers everything… you may seem like a bastard if you don’t remember things she told you.
But then again bastards are attractive.
Good luck mate. Keep us informed.
I seem to recall some cowboy song that went “You were a 10 at 2, but a 2 at 10” (read: “You were a 10 at 2am when I was shitfaced drunk, but now that it’s 10 in the morning you’re a 2”).
Sounds like the 10 WAS a 10 at 10…
let’s just hope it WAS a girl, and not a case of Crying Game. LOL
dpr, I think she may have already forgiven me my trespasses. It would have been quite impossible to hide my drunken state. I find it very cool that she was able to overlook my temporary shortcomings. There’s something extra special about a woman who appreciates you at your worst.
GuanoLad, you think it would be inappropriate if I had the picture made into a t-shirt? Yeah, me too.
Gatsby, it is definitely a good idea to go back to the same bar on the same night! Take the picture with you and show it to the bar tenders. Who knows, maybe she comes in often and they can tell you who she is. If she is as hot as you say, then they WILL know.
