Friday, August 21, 2009

And this one time... I got drunk

Way Way Way, back in the day, before I had kids, I used to be a bit of a party animal. So, yeah, a little more than 'this one time...'. But this one time, I surprised even myself.

OK, so picture me, 10+ years younger, we'll say early 20's. I share an uber cool apartment with 3 guys. (I don't tend to live well with other women, go figure.) None of which I am romantically involved with, if I can just point that out. A drag queen, a DJ, and my friend Josh, who does lights for concerts. We are the cool kids, right? Did I forget to mention I was a go-go dancer? Sorry bout that. Now you think we are the cool kids right?

It's my birthday, I won't mention which one. My friend Josh and a couple of our other friends, decide to take me out on the town. Out on the town for us is a bar. Skip movies or dinner, get straight to the drinking.

Before I forget to mention, my birthday is in Feb. We were down in VA Beach celebrating. The bars at the beach are not very busy in the winter time. Aside from a few hardcore locals, the place was pretty much empty. Does that stop us from having a good time? Hell no.

Most of the bars around here allot the bartenders a "tab" to give away. Well since it's wasn't busy, and... I was a little hottie back in the day, and... It was my birthday, the bartender served me his entire tab. ON TOP OF all the drinks my friends were pouring into me.

At some point I woke up on the bar, where I had slumped over... The bartender behind me tickling my back. It was definitely time to go. Thank good for designated drivers. It was a long ride home, but I managed not to throw up. Unlike my girlfriend who needed us to stop on the highway so she could expel some Jagermeister, among other things.

The next day found me in our large claw footed bathtub with my (male) roommate scrubbing my back with orange pumas soap. He was trying to remove the large butterfly, that apparently the bartender drew on me with a big black marker. Because I had to work later that night. Did I mention I was a go-go dancer?

Believe it or not, I took a dozen or so more time for me to realize Jager is not my friend!
Thanks for letting me share.


  1. Hey, I may have given you a few dollars! You never know!? :)

  2. Sounds like a dang good night to me!

  3. Jagermeister, bleh! Not good going down definitely not good coming up.

  4. But was it a pretty butterfly? I guess he stamped you since you drank his whole tab, huh?

    You are correct, Jager is rarely anyone's friend.

  5. I have bartended...and NEVER found Jager to be anyones friend...or its evil relatives Rumpleminz and Blackhaus !! LOL

  6. I once had what they called "liquid cocaine" that had Rumpleminz, Jager and something else in it. Once again, Ol roommate to the rescue. He had to come retrieve me from work, as I was unable to move.

  7. I remember those days with kind fondness. Sigh. Luckily it wasn't a tattoo gone bad, right? Yay for black markers ;)


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