128 - skuel dayzed & confused

[Logan]

I can remember a particular fraternity party when I was in college and the future husband (#1) drank a lot of Mogan David wine.......I held his head for him as he lost it all. That's the only time he ever did that and the only time I ever did that for him!

Richard, I know it is Friday, but I'm ready for another coconut-less Mai Tai. It's been a harsh day, workwise.

Logan

[RICHARD]

Richard, I know it is Friday, but I'm ready for another coconut-less Mai Tai. It's been a harsh day, workwise.

Logan

iT'S FIVE O'CLOCK SOMEWHERE...

A coco-less Mai Tai?
DONE!

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I remember Spanada wine......It was a poor man's Sangria.

You drank a bunch passed out and people would say, "Look at that poor man....lying on the floor like that!!"

Ah, those were the days!

[DJFyrewolf36]

Ahh...Memories...

The first time I got *REALLY* hung over I went to a party after Prom (at a hotel lol). It was my 18th birthday...now mind you this was the first and only time I mixed beer and other types of liquer (Stupid stupid idea!) I drank a wee bit too much, lets say, and ended up arguing for an hour with a fake palm tree. My friends say I was trying to get my drink back because the tree stole it . Well I don't remember much after that. In the morning, I was awakened by someone kicking me and realized I was topless, in a closet! I guess I had lost my dinner all over myself and my friend had taken my shirt off and threw it in the bathtub. Well I was still pretty tipsy, and the room was upstairs and I fell down them of course. Twice. Once going back up lol.

I got home late the next afternoon hung over and feeling miserable. Mom decided to cook eggs and vaccum all day...I didn't get yelled at though, mom was sure I was being punished enough!

[gini]

Richard, may I have a mai tai please? In a bucket glass - with some pineapple and a cherry and one of those cute little umbrellas?

Boy, there are days I wish this wasn't a cyber bar - but we were all together swapping our stories in person!

But then I would have to "really" clean up - wouldn't I? And do dishes and glasses and stuff - but - then there would be Mario - and we could really get to hug him.

[Killearn Kitties]

Boy, there are days I wish this wasn't a cyber bar - but we were all together swapping our stories in person!

Wouldn't that be fantastic?????? So who is going to be the first to recruit a millionaire to PT who can provide us with private jets to all meet up, say twice a year?

[lbaker]

If I win the 200 + million powerball lottery this weekend you're on!! Keep all paws crossed I just noticed something Gini, you joined PetTalk 5 years ago this month, just two months before I did We ARE old

[Killearn Kitties]

I just noticed something Gini, you joined PetTalk 5 years ago this month, just two months before I did We ARE old

Hey! 5 isn't old!!

[Tubby & Peanut's Mom]

Oh Gini, I wish the same thing! And you wouldn't have to worry about really having to clean up because when friends are together, that's part of the fun!

I've got waaaaayyy too many "drunk stories" to tell. Yes, I was a bit of a rebel in my younger years. Thank goodness someone was always looking out for me and I made it safely past that stage. Instead of telling you another "drunk story" I'll tell you about when I finally realized drinking wasn't all it's cracked up to be.

<sits down in rocker with coconut-less Mai Tai in hand and looks off into the distance remembering> I was about 23 and living (by myself, this was pre-Tubby) in the bottom half of a house. The landlord, a little old lady - Isabelle (this is Izzy), lived upstairs. Most nights I was out in the bars, especially weekend nights were after the bars closed it was time to find a party. So, one particular Saturday I didn't get home until all hours of the morning. I finally got out of bed around 1:00 in the afternoon and dragged myself to the backyard to layout (lay on the lawnchair and get a tan). Basically all I needed to do was lay there and pass out again, thus getting some rest in before it was time to get ready and go out again. After about 5 minutes I realized I couldn't stand the heat. I was too hung over to layout. That's when it hit me - here was a perfectly be-u-tee-ful weekend day and not only could I not function, I couldn't even stand to be outside. I realized that staying up until all hours was not worth losing beautiful days over. There are only so many perfect days in a year and I was wasting them sleeping off hangovers from nights spent in dark smokey bars where I only thought I was having fun. Ever since that day, I have cut down drastically on my alcohol intake and have benefited dramatically from my choice. I am far better off in life than I would have been had I continued on that path. Now it's to the point where I don't remember the last time I was hung over....oh, wait a minute....I do remember.....it's been a long long time....but that's another story.....
<stops rocking, shakes head and looks around>Oh my, I'm rocking in the corner all by myself! Oh, oh....is this what I have to look forward to - being a little old lady rocking in her chair reminiscing to herself?