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Originally Posted by Dan02
worst storyteller... ever..
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Okay.
So there's about 6 or 7 of us girls piled in a little ford escort stopped at a red light somewhere in Edmonton. I wasn't driving so I wasn't paying much attention. We're on our way to one of the girls apartment to complete our night of carousing. This big ole bus filled with army boys pulled up beside us. Now, we've all had way too much, and there isn't another car around, so we all leap out, except for the driver, and head over to the bus. By now, the boys are all hanging out the windows, cheering our drunken escapade on. The bus driver isn't letting us on. The boys in the back are getting rowdy and the driver is taking some heat. This carries on for about 3, 4, 5 lights. I don't know. Quite a while. The boys are getting worked up, the driver won't open the doors, us girls are getting further and further carried away. We're trying to get them to follow us, but it's a no go. Ah well. The effort was fun.
First off, before you judge, just know that there is history here and that if we hadn't been a bit crazy, we'd have disappointed him. The owner of the company is in town. He's taking my boss and I out for dinner. He's fun, he's opened the wallet for drinks, and he's got a camera (It had been used for work purposes earlier and we hadn't gone back to the hotel to drop him off). A few drinks later, we get the brainiac idea to give him a little surprise when he gets the photos developed. Yeah. We headed to the bathroom and the next thing you know, there's bras hanging from the purple door and we're snapping off the rest of the roll of film. He's never said a word. Not a smirk. Not a twinkle. Not ever. We have no idea how the pictures even turned out. We've even asked and he just smiled.
It was cold the night of our Christmas party. But wine will warm the coldest heart. I can't tell you how many bottles I polished off, but people just kept pouring me more. At one point, I'm doing tequila shots with lime and salt and everything right from a girlfriends husbands bald head. Our respective spouses just looking on, shaking their heads as we amaze our audience with our antics. I'm not a wine drinker (reminds me of communion) and I've never done tequila in my life until this night. I'm ill-prepared for the devasting effects. So's my husband - who was astounded at my ability to blow his mind in varied ways on the drive home. He still gets a glazed look in his eyes when he teases me about having to go find my blouse the next day.
See...pretty tame.