ohhh you don't even wanna know....I got stories that could straighten batgirls hair! I've since reformed myself to the fine upstanding citizen you see before you today! for the most part!:lol:
I woke up with my arm around a toilet in the 2nd floor bathroom at Hatcher Hall, fall of '89. I lived on the 3rd floor. Guys were going about their business as if finding a drunk passed-out on the floor of a bathroom stall was to be expected (well, it's LSU, I guess it was normal). I guess Red's story trumps mine. Well, not long after that a friend of mine who was a Sr in high school decided he wanted to follow me into TigerBand. He visited and I showed him "the ropes", LSU police busted us and a bottle of beam at the top of the tower at the TigerBand practice field. We were proudly singing Hey Fightin Tigers as loudly as possible at 3am. Ended up spending the rest of the morning at the LSU police station. :tigereye:
Okay, it is sort of long, but I think most will like the ending. Crip can attest to this story. One of the worst drunk weekends of my life. The drinking day started that afternoon at my godchild's birthday party. Yes, we are Catholic, and we do drink at a child's birthday party.:wave: Okay, so I get a call from a friend saying we are going to another friend's house in Hammond. Plan was to hang out for a while, then go out. First dumb move of the day: Drive from LaPlace to Hammond after 10-12 beers. Okay, so we arrive at said friend's house. Prolly around 7 or 8. Second dumb move of the night: We commence to start playing drinking games. 3 man, president's and a**holes, circle of death...you name it, I think we played it. 3rd dumb move of the night: We decide to go out...and of all places...Chevy's. Hadn't been to Chevy's since I was 18. 4th dumb move of the night: I get into a car with my friend's niece and some other woman whom I had never met. Nope, not even while playing drinking games. She popped up as we were leaving. Then again, she may have been there the whole time. Okay, so everything that I have explained above is a pre-cursor to what makes this a horrible, yet extremely funny drunk story. The good times keep on rolling at perhaps the worst club of all time. They announce last call. 5th dumb move of the night: Proceed to the bar to pay my tab without letting anyone know. ***Remember there is huge group of us in many different cars. Okay, so I pay my tab and walk outside. Can't find anybody. Reach in my pocket for my cell phone.....not there. No cell phone, the parking lot has now cleared, and there is no sign of anyone I know walking out of the bar. As dumb luck would have it. One of the bouncers just happened to be some kid who I used to live down the street from. Prolly five years younger than me, if not more. He recognizes me and lets me back in to the bar where the manager is there and lets me have a bottle of water. I have no cell phone, no recollection of anyone's number, and I am thinking I may have sleep at Chevy's that night. Then, even more dumb luck. The manager just happened to be the boyfriend of the strange girl I rode to the bar with. And he knows the guy whose house I was at. Strange girl lived next door. By this time, Crip and another friend came to the rescue once they all got back to the friend's house and realized I was nowhere to be found. 6th and FINAL dumb move of the day: We all wake up and decide to walk 9 holes of golf at Hammond's Ironwood Golf Course. Moral of the story: No matter how drunk you are, drive yourself so you don't get left at a bar, especially Chevy's.
while my worst drunken story is too long to type, my worst hangover was easy to describe. my girlfriend of three years dumped on the day my sister graduated high school (i was 24 at the time). later that night my sister had a grad party at my mom's house. in the course of two hours, i drank a half a bottle of maker's mark and seven bud lights. before passing out, i managed to hit on one of my sister's friends (i think it was the only time in my life i'd describe myself as creepy), and threw up twice. the next morning i looked like a raccoon from all the broken blood vessels around my eyes from throwing up. and i had to be at work for 9 am. not one of my finer moments.
which reminds me of why i am trying to start a jihad with the baptists in alabama. why i cant buy alcohol on sunday in most northern counties is still beyond me. im glad to see baton rouge got rid of that rule right after i left.
Yep it happened just like that with the addition of somehow C-dub found a way to "sleep" over at that chicks place right next door. But what about drunk dialing the Escort services in Lafayette telling them how much you love their hooker?
22nd birthday (and this is right before the Team KATT days) A bunch of us hanging out at Chevys in Hammond (because I had a HUGE crush on the Bartender there who I found out that night was getting married but that she wanted to hook me up with her friend, which is another story completly) Anyway I was drinking free all night and I mean drinking, beer and shots of ALL KINDS! About 11 they want to leave and go to the Brown Door (alittle hole in the wall) But I dont wanna leave cause I am "talking" with this chick. So they leave me and tell me they will be back. About an hour later I already got the number and the plan to meet up with her the next day for dinner after the soccer tournament was over (I was coaching 8-10 year old soccer team) but now I am gone I can barely sit in the chair and I can feel the puke starting to climb. So I get the idea that I am gonna walk it off and just go meet my friends at the Brown Door. Problem is it was about 2 to 3 miles. By the time I got there it was closed and no one was there. SO I turned around and started walking back, I didnt make it back. My friends JUST HAPPENED to drive past and see my passed out face down in a ditch. All I remember after the Brown Door being closed is waking up with my head in a toliet and having to get up to go coach. That day was HOT and I was puking and it was not fun. The parents were LAUGHING their asses off when the realized that it had been my birthday the night before and they understood why every 5 minutes I was running into the woods behind the bench. Great Times!!!
