kljostad wrote:Let me set the standard by telling a story from when I was young and fairly new to Tequila...
Ooh ooh! Me too Me too!
Tequila night, party, ladeez......., too much, left at 3ish (so I'm told), woke up 7ish freezing cold with a layer of dew on me and a tree root for a pillow. Checked that everything was intact (I'd spent the night in the Meadows, Edinburgh
) wallet still there, trousers still on.........
Put my hands in jacket pockets to find my breakfast - a congealing kebab of unknown origin in each! Still nothing went to waste
Still have no recollection of the time from when I left the party until waking up with a mouth like an angry hedgehog. Certainly don't know where breakfast came from! I have been told of other incidents during the party that are best left to the imagination - as reality is worse
There is another tale ........but I suspect it would be censored - it involved an angry taxi driver, several simultaneous bodily functions, a pair of underpants (that are probably still dangling from a neighbour's tree as I launched them from my top floor flat window the following morning in a failed attempt to disavow them
), a fair degree of cleaning up (at least as far as the flats below), a police officer and my boss looking for an alibi. What a night! I swore then that I would never ever ever drink again. Alas, this incident was prior Meadowgate
Oh yeah - then there was the time I fell out of a train at Crianlarich...... er......
That's all folks and a lot more that you really need to know. I have now grown up and grown a beard - though I think Mrs C has a tale to tell about a particular batchelor night when we lived in Campbeltown
Three days it took to bring me back from the other side
Drinking into this state is not big and not clever - but what a hoot learning the moral