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manwiches · 09-06-2013, 08:11 AM

3 stories come to mind for me...

1st time was a client ski trip. I drank alot up to Louise, alot on the hill, alot after the hill, and then passed out on the bus. Was neck and neck with most of my clients. Then I got woken up to do tequila shots about an hour outside Calgary. Proceeded to get drunker than EVERYBODY on the bus, was an obnoxious fool, and hitchhiked a ride home from some random 50 year old lady I met on the bus, who's 18 year old daughter picked us up. The whole ride home, this lady is trying to pawn me off on her daughter, refusing to acknowledge I was telling her I was married. Needless to say, my wife was not amused when I got home, nor how I told her I got home. Took me 2 years to shake that reputation, and a hard lesson to learn. Never get drunker than your clients/boss.

2nd time was a work function. Client appreciation night. Drinking at a good pace with clients, coworkers and friends. End of the night came, had a solid buzz and was ready to go home. A client drags me to the bar, and in my half cut stupor, we proceed to do 5-6 shots each of tequila (sense a pattern? haha). Realizing that I've officially crossed a line and I have about 30 minutes before I black out, I grab my friend I was about to leave with, and we hop in the cab. I don't remember the ride home, I don't remember dropping my friend off at his house, and the next thing I remember is passing out on my porch because I forgot my key at work. My wife wasn't home, so there I am, drunk as hell in a full suit, passed out on my porch. My neighbor awkwardly propositions me, I say no, and my wife shows up I think about an hour later. I stumble into the garage and she screams bloody murder thinking I'm a murderous hobo. Proceed to strip naked in the garage, and declare that my wife bathe me. Not my finest moment. She took pictures of my passed out half naked in my laundry room to embarrass me in the future.

Last story is just a gong show. My stag in Vegas, woke up from our first night of debauchery where we got home at 8am in the morning. So we woke up at 1pm, went to the buffet still drunk, had all you can drink momosas with our food (I think I had about 10), went to the pool, drank beer til about 7 (I think I had 8-9 beer), went back to the hotel to nap til our dinner at 9. I woke up on the floor of my bathroom at 8:30, got ready, did 2 shots of tequila before going out, had a great dinner (one of the only things I remember clearly) with 3 vodka/redbull and half a bottle of red wine. Then went to the club and shared 2 40s of vodka with my 8 friends. At the club, I tried to yak in the bathroom (big nono if you ever do that), to no avail. Walked out of the stall to see 2 bouncers and the manager, "You! Come with us!". Pleading "It's my stag! I'm sorry!", I turned into Reggie Bush in the bathroom and dodged my way through all three of them and ran back to my friends in VIP. Moments later, they burst in and grab me by the collar and drag me out front. My buddy smooth talks them, and this is when I black out. From what I pieced together, we finished the vodka, I have a memory of being carried out by 2 buddies, a mild memory of a limo, and then the sidewalk. When I finally came to, I was getting a dual lapdance at the Rhino. Blacked out again after a couple more drinks, and apparently I disappeared for 4 hours, while my friends tried to find me, only to get distracted with their our entertainment. I remember my friend walking into VIP, I stood up, my pants hit the ground, and I got the hell out of dodge. I remember looking at my clock when I walked into the hotel room, and it was 10am... FML. I have never felt so horrible in my life after a night of drinking. I spent the whole day trying to sit or lie down wherever I could.

09-06-2013, 08:11 AM	#103
manwiches Powerplay Quarterback Join Date: Oct 2009 Exp:	3 stories come to mind for me... 1st time was a client ski trip. I drank alot up to Louise, alot on the hill, alot after the hill, and then passed out on the bus. Was neck and neck with most of my clients. Then I got woken up to do tequila shots about an hour outside Calgary. Proceeded to get drunker than EVERYBODY on the bus, was an obnoxious fool, and hitchhiked a ride home from some random 50 year old lady I met on the bus, who's 18 year old daughter picked us up. The whole ride home, this lady is trying to pawn me off on her daughter, refusing to acknowledge I was telling her I was married. Needless to say, my wife was not amused when I got home, nor how I told her I got home. Took me 2 years to shake that reputation, and a hard lesson to learn. Never get drunker than your clients/boss. 2nd time was a work function. Client appreciation night. Drinking at a good pace with clients, coworkers and friends. End of the night came, had a solid buzz and was ready to go home. A client drags me to the bar, and in my half cut stupor, we proceed to do 5-6 shots each of tequila (sense a pattern? haha). Realizing that I've officially crossed a line and I have about 30 minutes before I black out, I grab my friend I was about to leave with, and we hop in the cab. I don't remember the ride home, I don't remember dropping my friend off at his house, and the next thing I remember is passing out on my porch because I forgot my key at work. My wife wasn't home, so there I am, drunk as hell in a full suit, passed out on my porch. My neighbor awkwardly propositions me, I say no, and my wife shows up I think about an hour later. I stumble into the garage and she screams bloody murder thinking I'm a murderous hobo. Proceed to strip naked in the garage, and declare that my wife bathe me. Not my finest moment. She took pictures of my passed out half naked in my laundry room to embarrass me in the future. Last story is just a gong show. My stag in Vegas, woke up from our first night of debauchery where we got home at 8am in the morning. So we woke up at 1pm, went to the buffet still drunk, had all you can drink momosas with our food (I think I had about 10), went to the pool, drank beer til about 7 (I think I had 8-9 beer), went back to the hotel to nap til our dinner at 9. I woke up on the floor of my bathroom at 8:30, got ready, did 2 shots of tequila before going out, had a great dinner (one of the only things I remember clearly) with 3 vodka/redbull and half a bottle of red wine. Then went to the club and shared 2 40s of vodka with my 8 friends. At the club, I tried to yak in the bathroom (big nono if you ever do that), to no avail. Walked out of the stall to see 2 bouncers and the manager, "You! Come with us!". Pleading "It's my stag! I'm sorry!", I turned into Reggie Bush in the bathroom and dodged my way through all three of them and ran back to my friends in VIP. Moments later, they burst in and grab me by the collar and drag me out front. My buddy smooth talks them, and this is when I black out. From what I pieced together, we finished the vodka, I have a memory of being carried out by 2 buddies, a mild memory of a limo, and then the sidewalk. When I finally came to, I was getting a dual lapdance at the Rhino. Blacked out again after a couple more drinks, and apparently I disappeared for 4 hours, while my friends tried to find me, only to get distracted with their our entertainment. I remember my friend walking into VIP, I stood up, my pants hit the ground, and I got the hell out of dodge. I remember looking at my clock when I walked into the hotel room, and it was 10am... FML. I have never felt so horrible in my life after a night of drinking. I spent the whole day trying to sit or lie down wherever I could.