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A Tale of Woe!
A Tale of Woe!
One evening, this cute guy and I, with another couple, were drinking. The last thing I remember was going to sleep fully clothed on the completely made top bunk bed after just kissing this very cute guy. I awoke to find myself, naked, on the unmade bottom bunk bed and slightly hung over. This could not be good. Further investigation, after another nap, revealed a pile of sodden bedclothes behind the door and a glass of by now warm milk in the bathroom. My clothes were in a wet heap in the bathtub. The cute guy was sleeping on the living sofa. Nothing could be done so I went back and had another nap. I tend to nap alot when I am hung over. By noon I was up and running - all better! I really have to throttle back on my kisses.
So lets hear your drinking story!
5/29/2006 7:30 am
Drinking stories? |
well I have a few, in my younger years that is. Most all of mine are just funny and not overly erotic in content.
But here's one.
A few friends and I went to a concert and on the way in, I was drinking this horrible blend of alcohol I had mixed up. I honestly can't remember what all was in it, but my only concern was that it would get me buzzed. It did, for the record, it got me completely wasted. So we make it to the concert, I am trying my best to simply walk with out falling and we find out seats.
Now I don't remember the concert, what I do remember is having to go to the bathroom. BAD!
But there was no way I was going to be able to walk out of the concert hall, down three flights of stairs and then find the right door to the men's room, on my own.
Finally A buddy relented to my pleas for help. I think it was me saying if someone didn't help me, I was just going to pea right where I was sitting that finally helped things along.
we made it out of the hall, and next came the stairs, those bloody stairs!
I remember the first two steps I took were superb, a perfect form of sober walking and stair management. The third step how ever wasn't so fine.
I stepped forward and there was only air. I tumbled and rolled down the rest of the steps to the floor, THREE flights below where I had started.
I didn't hurt myself, I didn't fall into anyone else, thank god.
But upon my sprawling arrival on the floor level, three security guards thought it would be natural for them to help me. Soon, two police officers were called to my aid as well.
A long story short, I didn't get arrested, I made it to the bathroom on time and from what I was told, we were allowed to go back to the concert.
My only clear recollection of these events are of the police officers holding me up against the wall with my hands behind my back. I remember this quite clear.
But my friend told them I had drank a small amount which conflicted with some medication I was on. (laughing)
no no, this is a true story, I shit you not.