Drunken exploits

Oh, phoenix- chicken!

I'm going to plead the fifth on this one!

(At least for now!)

When we were first married, we were invited to dinner by ex-h's former housemate. As it was raining hard and although it was only a few hundred yards away on the same campus, we took the car. However, another couple got lost and were about an hour late during which time, we availed ourselves of the duty free booze supplied by our host's girlfriend who worked at an embassy in Nairobi. Well-oiled by the time the missing guests turned up, we saw no reason to stop drinking. Next morning, we had no idea how or when we had got back to our house, but the car was very neatly parked outside. To this day, who was driving is still a mystery. Ex-h was too 'unwell' to teach that day and I regret to say we had to hold a bucket for each other. It may have been on that day that DS1 was conceived...

When I was twenty I drank too much and started to feel really ill. I was walking around Birmingham city at the time with my boyfriend (now DH).
I lay down in the gutter and refused to move, even though boyfriend said 'there's a policeman coming'.

It was that bad I just didn't care.

Only other time, I was thirty something and overdid it at what promised to be a wild party and had to go home before things got wild.

Very disappointed.

Has your lodger tried putting his phone is a bag of rice GA?

DS1 went to the company Christmas do when he was a Saturday boy at Curry's. It was held at a Greek restaurant that he had heard had a bad hygience reputation so, rather than eat the food, he kept drinking! He was dropped at the bottom of our road and, we surmise given the state of his knees and trousers, crawled 200 yards home. He then proceeded to lie on the lounge floor giggling and telling us that he loved us all. We have had YEARS of teasing out of that!

Carry on though. Don't mind me.

Like you would.

Eurghhhh! This is a horrible thread!

Sorry Granny-a!

I was member of the MEAF Band, Cyprus in the late 50s. We visited a R&R camp and as well as playing, we were able to use the facilities - and I got pretty well stewed. Around midnight, it seemed like a good idea to go for a swim in the moonlight, on my own... reaching the beach, in my confused state I took my swimming trunks off, and headed into the water, which was nice and warm. Floating around, I met one of my colleagues, we said 'hi!' and carried on drifting about... eventually I had had enough and went back to the beach - now to find my trunks - in the moonlight every little hollow could have been my discarded sportswear - and every time I tried to pick one up I fell over -- amazingly I eventually found them, and went back to my tent and fell into bed.

Next morning I felt sand-blasted all over - being wet from the sea, and falling over in the sand - it had all stuck to me, and the bed was full of it - my sheets were like sandpaper!

Another time, in Nairobi, it seemed like a good idea to take a taxi back to the camp - with me riding on the bonnet...

When I was 31 I threw up in the kitchen sink of a very good friend after a party trouble was in the sink waiting to be washed was her precious family dinner service , I was so mortified that I never drank again to this day. There were other reasons too but this was the clincher.. I've been teetotal for over 30 years now..