@YankeeMan Both my parents were cops all my life, as well as aunts, uncles, cousins, and nephews.....I come from a family with a long history of law enforcement involvement.
You couldn't be more correct. But that's just one of the hazards of the job, along with alcoholism, depression and eventual suicide.
22 yrs old....went out with a crew of guys from my hockey team after a game. Beer, shots, and darts were had in excess. Fast forward to the next morning. I'm in a strange bed in a room I don't recognize and the girl sleeping next to me was snoring to wake the dead. I'm really not this shallow of a person now, but she was OMG, I'd rather chew my own arm off than wake her, ugly! I quietly dressed and left. I had NO idea where I was, where my car was, or what flipping day it was.......I walked for a few blocks and found a gas station, I can still see the look on th guys face when I asked him where I was.!
My stupid azz drunk was when I was pretty young and can not remember being drunk since. The year was 1978 and I was stationed at Ft. Lewis, Wa. We went to the field in Yakima Firing Center for several weeks. Mail Call was that afternoon and I received my Income Tax return check. Cashed it at the NCO club and proceeded to order one Tequila Sunrise after another. They brought them in plastic cups and I had a pretty high stack of them on the table. Thought to myself, crap I cant even get drunk. Stood up to return to the barracks and my feet went numb and it went straight up to my head. Felt like my hair was standing up, then I realized that I was no longer standing. Got up went out the door and fell down the three steps leaving the club. Staggered, fell and for a unknown distance crawled toward the barracks. Was so ill the next day I had to go on sick call. The medic put me on an IV and quarters for the day. First Sergeant was not amused accept for watching me cringe as he chewed me out. One and only time I really got drunk in my life.
I am seeing a pattern here, it has Tequila in it
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There was that time I got kicked off an Air Force base in Hawaii for mooning Shore Patrol (beer)...
Less fun was my puking tour in the Gaslight district in San Diego (Irish Car bombs)...
That time I got cut-off at a dive bar. Twice. On the same night. And still had a drink at last call. (Maker's Mark, my fave Whisky)...
That time I got my friend arrested when he got pulled over because I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. We got drunk and decided to go to Rocky Horror. From what I was told, we determined who would drive by fighting. I had already been discharged at that point, but he got Mast, where the co told him i was "a Bad Influence".
And of course, my own little run-ins with the law. And why I don't drink anymore.
Seriously, Don't Drink and Drive.
¡Prefiero morir de pie que vivir siempre arrodillado! -General Zapata
My girlfriend and I had a big fight, and she told me she didn't want to see me any more. Later that night, after many, many beers, and some shots, and drinking straight from the bottle, I convinced my friend to drive me over to her house. Not sure how I managed to make him think this was a good idea, but he was keeping me from driving. I grabbed my boom box, walked into her yard and (you guessed it) proceeded to play (what I thought was) romantic music very loudly, trying to get her to come outside. As I'm walking through her yard, I guess drunk me didn't see the lawn sprinkler washout, and I buried my leg up to my knee in wet soupy mud. Since I was beyond drunk, I had a hard time standing, but at least I didn't feel any pain when I wrenched my knee. She came outside, alright, followed immediately by her mad (but amused) father. They brought me inside, cleaned me up, wrapped my knee, and her father even let me sleep on the couch, which is good, because as soon as my friend saw her father step outside, he disappeared down the road, leaving me to fend for myself.
I have been married to that girl now for almost 19 years. My father-in-law and I get along great, but occasionally he likes to remind me of that night.
I broke up with my girlfriend long distance after tying one on with my Bros from college. I broke up with her at least three times before I married her. We've been married 18 years so far.
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Streaked Bourbon Street in New Orleans, cops chasing me. Fortunately, back then I had world class speed and easily outran them.
Second, was running shirtless down the centerline of Duval Street in Key West. I guess I thought there were too many people on the sidewalk.
Third was standing on a brick wall chugging my third bottle of wine during a very classy Christmas celebration at the French ski resort Superdevoluy screaming at the top of my lungs "Je suis le grand fromage!!!" repeatedly.
Maybe not the dumbest but certainly not too bright -
i got invited to a Polish wedding in Detroit back in the early '50s. The Polish folks really knew how to do a wedding reception. I was all decked out in my tightly pegged pants and sport.coat and a pork pie hat. Man, I thought I looked cool.
Since the booze was free, I decided to drink all I could. Later, when I felt I needed a short nap, I crawled up across the hood of some guy's car near the windshield with my head kinda hanging slightly off the driver's side of the hood in case I decided to be sick. Smart thinking, I decided.
Sometime later, my hat fell off and a passing car ran over it. Luckily, I didn't toss my cookies on it though. I was p issed off enough just having a flat hat.....
Streaked Bourbon Street in New Orleans, cops chasing me. Fortunately, back then I had world class speed and easily outran them.
Second, was running shirtless down the centerline of Duval Street in Key West. I guess I thought there were too many people on the sidewalk.
Third was standing on a brick wall chugging my third bottle of wine during a very classy Christmas celebration at the French ski resort Superdevoluy screaming at the top of my lungs "Je suis le grand fromage!!!" repeatedly.
I'm sure there's a lot more than that.
I have a Duval Street story......just not one I should ever tell.....fun place though
I, too, know Duval Street. I was stationed in Key West in late '54 and '55. Musta been 400 bars on that street. Bars upstairs over bars, bars in basements of bars, ..... the navy's Fleet Sonar School was just off Duval street a block or two....
Streaked Bourbon Street in New Orleans, cops chasing me. Fortunately, back then I had world class speed and easily outran them.
Second, was running shirtless down the centerline of Duval Street in Key West. I guess I thought there were too many people on the sidewalk.
Third was standing on a brick wall chugging my third bottle of wine during a very classy Christmas celebration at the French ski resort Superdevoluy screaming at the top of my lungs "Je suis le grand fromage!!!" repeatedly.
I'm sure there's a lot more than that.
I have a Duval Street story......just not one I should ever tell.....fun place though
My favorite part of key west was getting up at dawn, firing up a cigar and just wandering around the side streets. I love that old architecture.
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was alive and well in the Baltimore harbor.I haven't been drunk in years, but find my ability to do immensely stupid things remains intact.
Just kidding, Peter. You certainly have no monopoly on the doing of immensely stupid things....
Both my parents were cops all my life, as well as aunts, uncles, cousins, and nephews.....I come from a family with a long history of law enforcement involvement.
You couldn't be more correct.
But that's just one of the hazards of the job, along with alcoholism, depression and eventual suicide.
What you can't forgive......you will become.
Fast forward to the next morning. I'm in a strange bed in a room I don't recognize and the girl sleeping next to me was snoring to wake the dead. I'm really not this shallow of a person now, but she was OMG, I'd rather chew my own arm off than wake her, ugly! I quietly dressed and left. I had NO idea where I was, where my car was, or what flipping day it was.......I walked for a few blocks and found a gas station, I can still see the look on th guys face when I asked him where I was.!
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At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
My stupid azz drunk was when I was pretty young and can not remember being drunk since. The year was 1978 and I was stationed at Ft. Lewis, Wa. We went to the field in Yakima Firing Center for several weeks. Mail Call was that afternoon and I received my Income Tax return check. Cashed it at the NCO club and proceeded to order one Tequila Sunrise after another. They brought them in plastic cups and I had a pretty high stack of them on the table. Thought to myself, crap I cant even get drunk. Stood up to return to the barracks and my feet went numb and it went straight up to my head. Felt like my hair was standing up, then I realized that I was no longer standing. Got up went out the door and fell down the three steps leaving the club. Staggered, fell and for a unknown distance crawled toward the barracks. Was so ill the next day I had to go on sick call. The medic put me on an IV and quarters for the day. First Sergeant was not amused accept for watching me cringe as he chewed me out. One and only time I really got drunk in my life.
I am seeing a pattern here, it has Tequila in it
There was that time I got kicked off an Air Force base in Hawaii for mooning Shore Patrol (beer)...
Less fun was my puking tour in the Gaslight district in San Diego (Irish Car bombs)...
That time I got cut-off at a dive bar. Twice. On the same night. And still had a drink at last call. (Maker's Mark, my fave Whisky)...
That time I got my friend arrested when he got pulled over because I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. We got drunk and decided to go to Rocky Horror. From what I was told, we determined who would drive by fighting. I had already been discharged at that point, but he got Mast, where the co told him i was "a Bad Influence".
And of course, my own little run-ins with the law. And why I don't drink anymore.
Seriously, Don't Drink and Drive.
She came outside, alright, followed immediately by her mad (but amused) father. They brought me inside, cleaned me up, wrapped my knee, and her father even let me sleep on the couch, which is good, because as soon as my friend saw her father step outside, he disappeared down the road, leaving me to fend for myself.
I have been married to that girl now for almost 19 years. My father-in-law and I get along great, but occasionally he likes to remind me of that night.
As for a reoccurring theme: I just know I won't let any of my kids see this thread until they're out of their 20's!!!
We want to hear your story now!
What you can't forgive......you will become.
Streaked Bourbon Street in New Orleans, cops chasing me. Fortunately, back then I had world class speed and easily outran them.
Second, was running shirtless down the centerline of Duval Street in Key West. I guess I thought there were too many people on the sidewalk.
Third was standing on a brick wall chugging my third bottle of wine during a very classy Christmas celebration at the French ski resort Superdevoluy screaming at the top of my lungs "Je suis le grand fromage!!!" repeatedly.
I'm sure there's a lot more than that.
i got invited to a Polish wedding in Detroit back in the early '50s. The Polish folks really knew how to do a wedding reception. I was all decked out in my tightly pegged pants and sport.coat and a pork pie hat. Man, I thought I looked cool.
Since the booze was free, I decided to drink all I could. Later, when I felt I needed a short nap, I crawled up across the hood of some guy's car near the windshield with my head kinda hanging slightly off the driver's side of the hood in case I decided to be sick. Smart thinking, I decided.
Sometime later, my hat fell off and a passing car ran over it. Luckily, I didn't toss my cookies on it though. I was p issed off enough just having a flat hat.....
I have a Duval Street story......just not one I should ever tell.....fun place though