reading all these drunk posts made me remember something from my misspent youth I had more or less blocked from memory. It all happened on one night, and probably worth






at least.Went to a party at the house of a guy who set up punk gigs, and being an aspiring young musician, wanted to impress him, instead I did these things:
1) I was 15, and couldn't get liquor, so I stole a mostly full 26 of Silent Sam from my Grandparents house
2) proceeded to drink most of said liquor (near the end I think it mostly got on my shirt) in about 40 minutes, getting fall-down drunk in the process
3) went up to the biggest guy in the place, who was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt, started singing "Number of the Beast" at the top of my lungs and "dancing" in front of him while everyone looked on in horror/fascination/disgust
4) went outside to take a leak, whipped it out, started going, and realized I was whizzing on the basement window, where most of the party was happening, basically going on the face of the chick I'd been trying to nail for the past 4 months or so. If not for the window would have hit her square in the face. Plus it was winter, and cold out, if you see where I'm going with that one.
5) passed out for a bit leaning against a tree until my buddy showed up and took me back inside
6) he plopped me down on a chair at the kitchen table where I passed out, then when I woke up first thing I saw was a hot chick (had some pretty good vodka-glasses on by then, so no idea if she really was hot or not) sitting on the chair beside me, said some lame pickup line, and passed out again.
7) woke up again with my head in a pool of my own puke, and while my 2 buddies carried me out to the car they stuck my face in a beer case so I wouldn't puke on them.
8 ) they drove me home with my head hanging out the window like a dog, with the window rolled up to pin my shoulders so I wouldn't fall out or in, and puke in the car.
9) the night started around 7:00 pm and I was home in bed by 9:00
Ah, being young and stupid, so awesome! Although I have to say it was a good eight years or more before I ever got drunk again. And the guy who booked gigs did book us a couple times, but every time I saw him he would say something like "You're not gonna puke on me, are you?" Yea, that never got old