CB's Question of the Week

[cabenson]

What is the "drunken/stoned moment" from your past that your friends never let you forget? And if you don't drink can I have your liver?, what's the craziest thing you have done that your friends won't stop bringing up?


My answer: I think the one I get reminded of most, especially at Thanksgiving, is the first year I met artskat. She used to throw a "Gay Thanksgiving" party where she supplied the turkey and everyone brought a side dish. She asked me to come over the night before and help her get the turkey ready while she made stuffing. A twelve-pack of Bud Light(between us) later, I was cleaning out the turkey and proudly proclaimed it ready for teh stuffing. Arty tried to tell me that I hadn't gotten all packages of gizzards and stuff out. I stumbled to her crap drawer, pulled out a flashlight and performed a cavity search on the bird to ensure it wasn't smuggling anything. I was right, Arty was trashed. We then basted said turkey in beer, stuffed it and then sobered up-we both had to work the next day before the party.

Then there was the time I stood on a bar stool to sing along with Madonna's version of "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina" surrounded by ten gay boys holding their lighters up. They even made me a bday cake a few weeks later. with the song title on it and a drawing of a chick with her arms in the air. To this day, if that song should play or anyone mentions it, they do an imperonation of me, arms in the air.

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[bookgrrrl.livejournal.com]

Picture it- New Years Eve 2001- Fairfax, Virginia.

I'm at an intimate gathering of friends, perhaps 15 of us, at another friend's apartment. Jello shots have been consumed- and HOW.

Clock strikes midnight- Champagne is opened. I take a bottle of champagne, shake it up with my thumb on the opening, and proceed to SOAK a girl I'd only met that night, along with the wall behind her, the couch, some bystanders.

I have no idea why I chose that girl (who btw, I have never seen since..hmm..) to drench, except that I think she might have mentioned being from Kansas and hating KU.

I don't remember much about that night except that I was in trouble w/ the girlfriend for just about a month after. Anytime I so much as looked longingly at a beer I'd get the "don't you even dare" glare.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Glad to know I'm not the only one who gets in trouble with the GF for actions committed under the influence.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

Usually when I'm drunk I just sit around and slur, so that's how friends typically remember me. :)

Probably the oddest thing I did while drunk was kiss a strange man on the street because he asked me to. (Well, it was NYE!) Which is, I suppose, proof that I'm very easy when I'm drunk.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Which is, I suppose, proof that I'm very easy when I'm drunk.

:files away info for future reference:

[jandyle.livejournal.com]

I can only pick one? But there are so many! Sledding off the roof and down the hill onto the frozen lake in a canoe at three in the morning, coconut bra table dancing, wrestling matches with drunk professors, being drunk and high and being the toss-ee in a wonderful imitation of a wrestling move when I was dropped on a table which shattered, leaving a bruise over the entire left side of my body that was BLACk. It didn't hurt at the time though (see: drunk and high), the time I set up an ear piercing room in the kitchen and Captain Morgan helped me pierce the ears of six different friends in one night, the time I flashed my way into a frat party (and I think we hitchhiked to the frat house, actually)...

College was an interesting time there for a while. The amusing thing being I never drank very often, I was just a magnet for odd situations when I did. The list above is just about every time in my life I've been drunk, actually.

So who wants to come party with me now?

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

Holy shit.

I think we have a winner. Give that girl a fifth of vodka and a Helen Stewart blowup doll!

[jandyle.livejournal.com]

Whooo! Me and my new Helen Stewart blow-up doll are going to have a *great* weekend!

[godessillyria.livejournal.com]

Dude you totally rock!!! Definitely count me in.

It's amazing how one remembers these little gems even though one was hammered beyond all recognition.

[jandyle.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a gift. :P

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

OMG...ear piercing room?! I moved to main campus when I was in my early 20's...too many bar crawls to remember.

[jandyle.livejournal.com]

Amazing thing being no one got any infections from the piercings, and last I saw any of them they were still pierced! We had a lot of booze to kill off any germs on the needle...

[godessillyria.livejournal.com]

I had just broken up with my boyfriend and my very gay husbands (yes, I had two of them) took me to see a tranny show in SoBe. I got so hammered on Sambucca Slammers that I jumped up on the stage during the Diana Ross impersonator turn singing at the top of my lungs "Love Hangover". The off duty cop hauled me off the stage and carried me out, while I screamed at the patrons that I've been thrown out of better places (total bullshit, but it sounded way dramatic). One of the bartenders tossed me a tamborine and several of the drunkards joined me and my buddies outside.

Ah....good times.

[maroukian.livejournal.com]

...One of the bartenders tossed me a tamborine...
Your drunken moment story rocks!

[godessillyria.livejournal.com]

And I still have my tamborine. My youngest son has it in his room. He thinks it's cool that mom was in a rock band.

Mustn't blow my cover.

I forgot to add a little tidbit. The bathrooms were behind these mirrors that lined the stage. So in order to go to the little girls room one would have to get on stage and feel your way around til you found the opening.

In the immortal word of Bette Davis...what a dump.

[(Anonymous)]

He thinks it's cool that mom was in a rock band.
Mustn't blow my cover.

priceless

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Damn! I have yet to be thrown out of a place...but I still have time.

[ciroccoj.livejournal.com]

Difficult to say. You'd think the worst would be the shot party where I played hand-puppets with another drunk before throwing up on a co-worker's foot (he was wearing sandals) and having the moment immortalized by a passing tourist, who took pictures of the event.

Alas, that's not the worst one. The worst one was during my bridal shower, in which only the maid of honour and I were in attendance, where we played The X-Files Drinking Game (you know, one drink when they use cell phones, two when they lose cellphones), drank our way through all the cider she'd brought and (I) ended up trying the cooking sherry (don't, by the way - even drunk, it's vile), and eventually sent an incoherent e-mail to all the wedding guests who had e-mail addresses. Which prompted many of them to greet us on my wedding day with, "Heeeyy... how ya doin'? ::snicker snicker:: Feeling better now? And did the cat get out of the toilet bowl?"

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

I won't even go near my PC when I'm trashed....I don't trust myself AT ALL!!

[betsybanger.livejournal.com]

Drunk and tried to be one of the boys, pulled my pants down to pee in the backyard and fell on my ass and right in my pee :|

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Haha! I had a friend who did that once. Just once ;)

[betsybanger.livejournal.com]

Ditto, ain't been to the backyard since ;)

[babeeaimee.livejournal.com]

One of my more infamous moments was the time I climed the railway fence to keep up with two guys on their shortcut home. I fell from the top of the fence into a ditch (and ended up with a shoe-size bruise on my ass) but I popped up with my arms in the air saying 'look at me!'. I couldn't climb the fence to get out of the railway line (I was sloshed after all), so the guys had to climb back up, reach down and hike me up and over using my belt (always wear a belt). There was another fence (with spikes) on the other side of a park we'd climbed into, where we had to do it all again. This, of course, happened at a conferece, and the grapevine being what it is, pretty much everyone in my field has heard some version of this story.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

The only work related one I can think of is a retirement party where someone left their camera behind and another gal and I took pictures of people's asses (clothed, of course) and racks before returning it. Of course this was back in the day when we used film that had to be developed professionally. Half a roll of film with nothing but tits and ass.

[onmyowntoolong.livejournal.com]

i am so the person who gets tanked at weddings and takes pictures of the toilets

[noir-moll.livejournal.com]

Not embarrassing, just weird. I don't remember it, was told by my roommates the next morning. But, in college, untrained me fixed the suite toilet that had been running for months--a problem the university maintenance peeps had failed to repair on more than one occasion--while blitzed off my ass. The joke around my dorm was that if anyone had plumbing issues, help was just a six pack away.

[stargazer1960.livejournal.com]

Did all of my stupid stuff in college. Went to a bar during two-for-one pitchers night. Ordered a pitcher with my college roommate hoping to get one at half price. They brought two pitchers to the table. We had to pay for them, so we each drank a pitcher.
Got the car home after bumping the right-hand curve the whole way ("What is that thumping sound, Carol?") and discovered the hashish brownie hidden in the freezer by someone else. We split it. I had an illusion that my legs were twelve feet long and that my knees hit the ceiling as I sat down to pee.
Good times!

[eclecticfan.livejournal.com]

well, let's see...

most of my close friends are from college and they tended to get even drunker than me... so they usually don't/can't remember my particular run ins.

But, I was with a group of friends in Boston for NYE and we were all requested not to return after being escorted from The Black Rose. Not sure why exactly... may have had to do with several of us female types monopolizing the male rest room since it had no line...