No blackout for this one, I was there for the whole thing. I and, well, some very fun drunk girls I know keep them within easy reach of our beds for this, among other reasons. His car looked like someone hosed it down with exclusively post pizza vomit. But thankfully, we still acted completely normal with each other just as always. That past Tuesday when me, R, and G hung out, we played a ton of spoons made into a drinking game of course.
I just sent a bunch of snippets to my boyfriend obviously just the stuff related to him and other random funny stuff I wrote. It was a couple of painful months, but I finally landed a job out there and planned a visit to lock down an apartment before making the move. I remember not being able to fall asleep much because I really wanted to remember everything and thought I would forget if I went to sleep haha. He was so drunk and out of his mind, I was sure he was going to get beat up or worse. I was grabbing and pounding every drink I could, as fast as I could, as if I had the tolerance of an angry, obese fifth year senior.
I went over his house and slept over. Not my finest moment but we all have lapses in judgement. Try to keep it under 500 words. We did that twice actually, one time each in loving memory of our now deceased dignities. If you think your post has disappeared, see spam or an inappropriate post, please do not hesitate to , we're happy to help.
Its memorability is a fact made all the more impressive considering that I was an Everclear-fueled booze demon that night. In the middle of it all I started to hear snoring and looked up to see that he had fallen asleep on me. The things I do for my friends. Idk if I was just imagining the tension going on or what. So it was quite an experience. When I came back the next morning to get ready for my 8am class they were still there. Then they went to another place to get a drink.
Apparently I had used the last piece my pledge brother had. I knew I had to apologize to M though, and that I did. I couldn't do anything but laugh every time he asked because he had to have asked me at least a dozen times and I had never been asked that before. As far as I knew, it was just a summer hook-up. I started scrambling to find jobs in Los Angeles, and she moved out there a couple weeks later. My body was so angry with me at this point that I would not have been surprised if it sent all the shit in my colon back through my digestive system and up out my mouth.
I got up to go to the restroom in the middle of the night. I went and got water, came back, and gave it to her. As we left the Lookout, Junior was trying to take his beer out with him to the street and the bartender stopped him. She turned on the lights and asked me to take a look. I would think that it is because of lack of sleep and lots of stress, but honestly, I slept less and was just as stressed during some parts of pledging.
Everyone else was either out or lying. For others, like me, it's a nightmarish mix of fumbling and nausea I kiboshed drunk sex in my mid-twenties; that said, the drunken hookup occasionally still rears it's ugly head. It has has that post sex look to it. He had to get up earlier than the rest to help drop off the company rental car, so when he woke up and did too and got more dressed. I challenged one of the cooler active brothers to do a shot of Everclear with me, there had been a decent amount left over from the trashcan punch mix.
I had a room, I shared it with other pledge brothers. He said he was going to go to the party later in the evening. I probably do more embarrassing things in a day than most people do in a month. Filter posts by subject: Do you have ideas or feedback for Askreddit? The following are 12 of the most painful, or just downright hilarious, sexual encounters that I had the pleasure of hearing about. We thought the director would be at any corner haha. While we stood by the railing talking and looking down at everyone he said he really wanted to kiss me so we did.
But that's the thing with drinking; our logic and preferences don't always win out. Well, we ended up at another bar called the 440. Turns out they started having some fun of their own, hence the door slam. About halfway into our virginity-losing session, his mother pops her head in to ask if I can stay for taco night, and we both scream at her to not come down the stairs. Sarah asked me if I needed anything.