Okay, that makes me all squee on the inside, and I know you survived. Please Og, don’t ever let me get that drunk.
It wasn’t quite as daring as it sounds. The ledge was quite broad, and I wasn’t drunk enough to stumble - just enough to think it sounded like a good idea. What a dumbkopf!
Got to chatting with a former girlfriend at her sister’s wedding.
Walked with her down a hallway, still chatting.
Walked into the ladies’ lavatory, still chatting.
Chased out of said ladies’ room by my mother!
Stoopid G&Ts …
While wearing a short skirt, I danced on a couple of tables at the pub. At least my friends were right up there with me. Then we convinced some skaters to let us use their skateboards to ride down a really big hill. Amazingly, I didn’t wipe out or get hit. Cha Cha fell off but landed in a nice soft gutter.
Then there was the time we stuffed ten people into a tiny car and made the owner take us for pizza. The poop-head driver said we were too rowdy and made us get out and sit till we could behave, so we left and started walking down the I-10. The rest is kind of sketchy, but I did wake up in bed (which was a loft, so how did I manage that?).
After that I learned how to drink and goofy stuff doesn’t neccessarily require alcohol.
I can see how you could have tinkled on the first two, but how did you get to the bridge? Or was it an on, not off of sort of deal?
A stage or three beyond merely drunk.
Well, I peed off of it, but I hit the rails a bit, so peed on it as well.
Aha! And I forgot there’s a walkway. In my mind you were stopping your car to take more than your life in your hands.
Probably easier to list the things I haven’t done drunk. I’ve done some nutty things, but probably climbing the ladder on the side of a 100 foot smokestack would have been the most quickest death.
<shudder>