when you were drunk ( Archived) (56)

Yes but at the time it wasn't...

sorry ment beer compressor discharge and pilchards

Now. While we all can find something funny in our drunkin antics. They are just that, DRUNKIN ANTICS, stupidity. Insanity at it's finest.
What I did not tell you in my first post was this.
While we did hit three trees in the front yard of those poor unsuspecting people, they were having a family gathering in their yard. What did happen was we sent this family scrambling to safety to get out of the way so not to be seriousy injured or killed.
I no longer after coming so close to killing somebody (that I wouldn't even have remembered doing), drive drinking. The world became a much safer place because when I came to that realization, one more out of control idiot woke up and decided that I had no right putting people, sons and daughters and parents in such peril.
Not to mention the fact that my girlfriend and I could have been killed and left our kids with no mom. I mean we did hit three trees!
I was never given permission by anyone to go out and play russian roulette with so many lives. This was just the last drinking and driving that I did. I wonder how many more deadly mistakes I had made before that night?
It scares me to death that my family may be out driving and someone like me, with no brains, is driving in their path.
Kat

Kat hunny you crack me up..Thanks sweetie I needed the smile...

Well I am glad your still around girl! I did my share of that stupidity too.

that contry song tequila makes her clothers fall off.

i used to drink a case or more per day. i had a keg in my house, that i had refilled weekly.

there were times...when i'd look up and wonder how i happened to be in the room i was in. i'd do fine for the next hour, and then black again. the memory for the missing times has never returned...it wasn't always an entire evening...but bits and pieces.

i remember calling in to work after a party of mine...crawling on my hands to the phone...because i was so sick i couldn't stand. my boss informed me that i wasn't sick, i was hung-over. i said no...ricky...this is really sick.

at which point in time he said..."lori, i was at the bar last night. i SAW you stripping on the pool table...saw them drag you out by your hair...and yes, i know you can't work."

i have absolutely no memory of that night other than an auditory memory of my friend telling me to move, cause she was going to puke on my head. that and a vague memory of my hair being stuck in a door. when i awoke, i was in different clothing than i had started out in...and my last verifiable memory was sitting at my kitchen table, nursing a beer, and taking one shot of tequila.

TIS TRUE.....TEQUILA DOES MAKE HER CLOTHES FALL OFF!!!

i remember kicking at the bar...and going home with ben and a few other people. waking early in the morning, still drunk off my head...i left ben sleeping and went with this girl whose name i didn't even know...we drove to fort smith and went to party at one of the bars at a hotel there. we met up with two men...went upstairs with one to get high...i decided i didn't like him...ditched them all and went with the OTHER guy we had met...

we stayed on base for the night, i slept by his side...totally chaste...and he drove me the hour and a half home the next morning.

that one could have ended up badly, methinks.

drunk? when? I don't remember being drunk!