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.

Comments

[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!!