Post by twocents6708 on Aug 21, 2015 19:16:24 GMT -5
Captain Morgan was my favorite during my younger years and it made me do some crazy stuff. There are so many stories....I was raised in a really small town and we did some stupid stuff to keep ourselves entertained. Sitting on the roof of the bank and drinking while watching traffic was one of them. We also had flagpole climbing contests while drinking. It's a wonder none of us fell to our deaths during those times.
My best friend is a guy and I can't count how many times he saved my ass from drunken stupidity. One night we all went driving around in a couple of trucks down gravel roads and skinny dipped in the pond. On our way back from said pond, a cop pulled us over. There were three of us and a cooler full of beer in one of the trucks. We all laid down flat in the bed of the truck when we heard the sirens and since our truck was in the front, the officer hadn't seen us in the back yet. While my friend was talking outside the truck to the cop, the officer had his arm draped over the back corner of the truck bed and we were trying to hard not to drunkenly giggle in nervousness at getting caught. His arm was literally a foot away from my head. Somehow we managed to not get caught back there with the beer and since my friend had not been drinking, all of us got away with a warning. There was also an incident when I may have tried to jump through an open car window trying to be like the Dukes of Hazzard and nailed a guy in the nuts with my knee while doing it. We joked that if he never had kids, it would be from that incident.
When I read this, it makes me realize how much of a hick I may have been. And also grateful for not having social media to document my stupid antics!
I once "zip-lined" down the t-bar cable at the local ski hill using a chair leg. It was awesome until the cable finally ate the the metal leg and my friend landed on his ass. We weren't drunk - just bored and stoopid.
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Post by BurritosAtEveryMeal on Aug 21, 2015 20:49:02 GMT -5
Ha this thread makes me feel old.
Here's one from my younger years: DH (bf) and I were living together and had just rearranged the furniture. We went to our friend's party and had way too many jello shots. We stumble home, pass out, and apparently DH woke up thinking he was in the wrong apt because our bedroom looked different. So he left, in his boxers, in February, and went outside at 2/3am. Once he got out, he realized that he was, in fact, at our apt, but that he was now locked out. Luckily, he had work clothes hanging in the car. He grabbed the wire hanger and managed to break into the apt, where he had left our door wide open.
I have a zillion other stories but that's one of my favorites.
Post by hydrangea1019 on Aug 22, 2015 11:29:12 GMT -5
I didn't do very many things in college, but this is the dumb one that sticks out.
Junior year of college, the night before DH's (BF) birthday I decided I was going out with my friends. I end up doing I think a total of 6-8 shots of Captain Morgan within an hour and we head to the bar. By the time we get to the bar I realize how big of a mistake I've made. I can't walk by myself and my friend helps me to the bathroom. We get back to our table and I decide I need to call BF to come pick me up. He says he will. I don't tell anyone and I just managed to make it outside somehow. I see a white box pull up and I just get inside. THANKFULLY it was BF/DH and not some random creepo.
He took me home and put me in bed and sat with me while I ate bread. I woke up the next morning covered in crumbs and surrounded by stale bread.
Post by akraus2015 on Aug 22, 2015 18:57:06 GMT -5
When I was in college I did a study abroad in Salamanca, Spain. One weekend a group of us took a trip to Madrid to see a soccer game. We didn't realize that the train stopped running at 1am and it just stops and you have to get off wherever you are, even if it isn't your stop. We ended up completely lost in the street with not much money, no cell phones, and a limited understanding of the language. Rather than pay for a hostel or hotel room wherever we were and try to get home the next morning, we walked around some sketchy ass neighborhood where people were selling drugs from fruit boxes on the street, until we found a bus station. It didn't open until 6am, so some homeless guys gave us some cardboard boxes and we slept in the parking lot of the bus station. Looking back on it now, that was probably one of the stupidest things I have ever done.
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