Some friends of mine had a party that was slapped together a day or two in advance. Suffice it to say that many women were invited, but only one attended. When she left at 10 o’clock or so, we got down to serious drinkin’. (Did I mention one of my friends is a bartender?)
Down and down I spiraled, drinking shots of various kinds, with beer in between. One dude busts out a joint, and we all passed it around (my first time.) Then three of us decide it would be a good idea to piss off the balcony. Later, someone we didn’t want to drive home jumped off the balcony and ran out to his car. (Hope he got home in one piece.)
One of the guys, who just broke up with his girlfriend of one year, brings out his box of mementos and starts lamenting. He says “boy is she a classy lady.” Not two minutes thereafter he is telling the story of how he “took her from behind in the bathroom without a condom” while I was making pancakes.
Finally about 2am bartender friend whips up “mind erasers”, served in coffee mugs. Well, let me tell you, they fucking worked. I think my memory ends about 10 minutes after I downed that. However, I am told that I was conscious during the entirety of the playing of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. I vaguely recall throwing up off the balcony at some point (sorry downstairs neighbor). The last thing I remember is actually having the thought “I should turn my head sideways so I don’t choke on my own vomit,” as I passed out on the floor.
Tuesday morning I woke up in a less than carpe diem like frame of mind. Then I cleaned my puke off the carpet and ate Oreos for breakfast. Whooooooo boy.
Damn - Way to go! Sounds like you had quite the night there…I have, believe it or not, some of my own little entertaining stories to tell - buuuuuutttt, because I wouldn’t want to embarrass Dave (Monster104) or Jamie (Tuerca8) too too badly, I think I’ll pass…for now. Hee, hee, hee… (evil grin)
Uh oh.
I just need to remember next time I go to an all-day concert to wear sunscreen and if I’ve had stuff to drink, to stay away from the drunken frat boys.
I must be the only one who’s curious how old you are.
If your a teen and the parents were away, then many 'O people have experienced the joys of booze, pot, and sex stories.
If your in college, then that sounds like a typical Monday evening.
If your in your thirties, your friends drinking may be more important than trying to sway the opposite sex. One gal showed up and was so put off she had to leave at ten?
If your in your forties, you probably drive a Harley.
I have a feeling your probably about 19-20. Am I right?
By the way,
Minderaser:
1 1/2 oz Vodka.
1 oz Kauhlua.
Over ice in cocktail glass, mix in order. Top off remaining glass with soda. Use two highball straws. Drink entire shot from bottom of the glass in one motion.
No, it was just Mundane Pointless Stuff that I felt I had to share. (Ok, the voice in the back of my head says it may have been a quasi-boast as well.)
CnoteChris, yep, 20. I figured college-age was (close enough to) implied in the story.
Way to go! Sounds like you had quite the night there…I have, believe it or not, some of my own little entertaining stories to tell - buuuuuutttt, because I wouldn’t want to embarrass Dave (Monster104) or Jamie (Tuerca8) too too badly, I think I’ll pass…for now. Hee, hee, hee… (evil grin) 
