I think I am on the road to being an alchoholic because I don't stop drinking. I have no "enough" voice in my head. Oops.
I am so pathetic :sad:
The worst time I got drunk, I woke up covered in bruises with a temporary tattoo of spiderman on my lower back. I was missing my pants and in a wash behind my friend's house. I figured out later that my friends and I had been throwing full-grown lemons at each other as hard as we could. There were lemons EVERYWHERE in his backyard, we all had lemon-sized bruises, and his lemon tree was stripped bare. Still no clue as to the spiderman tattoo, though.
The best time I got drunk, I wasn't even that drunk, and I was in Europe. I remember everything about the night, but to spare the details, I woke up with the most beautiful woman I'd ever known in my arms, and she was my girlfriend for a few months when we went back home.
The weirdest time I got drunk was earlier, on the same trip to Europe. I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a girl in my bed, fully clothed, shaking me to wake me up asking me if I wanted a beer. No idea on that one. I got pissed at her for waking me up, told her no, kicked her out of my hotel room, and went back to sleep. :rofl: She was cute too, I wish I hadn't.
Another time, on the same trip, I got drunk and almost took a flight to St. Louis to run away with some girl I had met the day before and live with her. Almost. I fell asleep instead.
Okay, enough stories.