YOUR BEST DRUNK STORY (page 2)

LB

Well once when I was young I went out with a bunch of friends and had too much to drink. When I woke up I was wearing womens panties. That's not the worst. I ripped them off only to discover than my testicles had been spray painted orange. With oil based paint. Yep, friends.

shera

Oh NO!! That must have been so embarresing! I'm sorrie but I had to laugh LB....

jurs

I've got a few, but the most interesting drunk story is what eventually helped me get out of the org. The Lord works in mysterious ways.

I went to Montana on a vacation with a sister friend whose husband is an elder. I knew she was an alcoholic ( I could just tell) and sure eneough we drank all the way there and once we reached Butte we hit all my old favorite places. We danced and had ourselves a ball. My friend told me never to tell anyone because being an elders wife she is suppose to set an example. I really didn't think we were doing anything wrong. My husband didn't care if I went dancing and although we maybe got tipsy we weren't drunk. .............................................. Fast forward 1 year later . The 2 of us go to Stars on Ice, but first we stop to eat and of course have a few drinks. Some how I got shit faced. I was ended up throwing up in the bathroom and missed the whole program. My friend was angry at me for ruining her night out, she had looked forward to seeing the program but was instead holding my hair while I barfed. We sat in the stalls and she shared with me how she was an alcoholic and if they find out she is drinking she'll be DF'd. She said she would rather kill herself than be DF'd. To make a long story short, the next morning my conscience started bothering me about that night as well as others. I called the elders and told on myself as well as my friend. I know , what a rat! I didn't want to be bloodguilty and I wanted her to have everlasting life. . It got real nasty, her husband the elder I found out was a hypocrite. She lied as well as he did to protect her and I started to see the org through different eyes.

jurs

Makena1

No comment - it involves gin. I have not had a drop of gin in over 25 years - nuff said.

Hiccup,

Mak

talley

A wonderful memory....this was back in the mid 60's during my 'fox era'. Husband at the time, I, and another couple from his workplace went to a real Octoberfest. This was held in a large poleshed type building, real live German band, German food, German Beer, hall full of heavey wooden picknic tables, harvest type decorations, the whole thing. Anyway, I got to the point that someone challenged me that if I would dance on the table, he would drink beer out of my suede-patent 3" pump. So I went for it and must have danced on the table until people began gathering around and clapping. Being rather embarrased at that point because I was the center of attention, I began to pull one after the other of men standing around the table up onto the table to dance with me and yelled at the band to keep the music going. I am told I danced for over an hour with at least 20 different men. I quit dancing when they had to close for the night by Mich. law.

Don't remember much of the ride home, but do remember taking off the panithose with the feet absolutely schredded and the lovely dress pumps soggey with beer. One guy (have absolutely no idea who) telephoned for over a week trying to 'meet' me. Husband at the time thought it was a hoot. Worst hangover ever.

Thanks, Mary, for the memory. talley / Judy

OrbitingTheSun

Oh my, LB!!! Now that's a story to tell the grandchildren...

Surreptitious

That's pretty clever Orbit! You reproduced LBs condition with your emoticons.

Athanasius

Rarely touch the stuff.

Princess

I was sixteen and spent the night at my best friend's house. We stole a six pack of Old English 800 from her brother and drank it all. Threw up all over the house. Her parents didn't ever punish her for anything so my dad was clever enough to come up with one that covered us both. He restricted me from seeing her for a month. It was horrible. Sixteen years later I still won't go near OE 800. Friend is still a dub and won't go near me.

Al, that is the funniest story!

Rachel

LB

Thank you for the visual assist Orbit.

Rachel it was horrible. But at least I didn't find myself in a restaurant surrounded by loved ones forced to wear a sombrero by my daughter while being the center of attraction for all the world to see.

Well maybe it was worse than that after all.

OK, I'm going to have a beer.

YOUR BEST DRUNK STORY

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