A couple years ago I was playing a show when I was with the band Penny Jane. We were playing somewhere out in Miramar; a warehouse promotional party.

My lead guitarist, I will call him Bob (lo) was feelin' pretty hooked up because we got to drink all we wanted for free that night. Considering his drinking habits I made him promise he wasn't going to get sh*t faced before we went on. Well a couple hours went by and our show time was coming up. It was about 9ish so we were called to do quick check.

While he was wobblin' around, we did a half ass job at checking our equipment but nonetheless we figured it was good anyways. So, we get all set up and start playing. I was a little nervous because it was a larger crowd then usual but it got me really excited.

Well into our third song one of our cables malfunctioned and his guitar kept cutting out so his leads were terrible sounding. Now I was on rhythm guitar and practically tripping over the mess of chords on the stage because he was f*cking around with them while we were still playing, all of the sudden...

While he was singing back up to a particular song his guitar did it again and he kept shouting "f**k, f**k, f**k!" At this point I was dumb founded about what to do. Do I keep playing like it is always suggested when something goes wrong, or do I stop this time and fix the problem?

My dumb ass decided to keep playing and hoped that he would just stop playing until the end of the song and sing the backup vocals and we would take care of it after the song.

Then he got bloody irate and we had to stop the show. While the crowd was booing us, he went off on the crowd too. This however was not the funniest thing to come.

Now after we got all our stuff off the stage I went to the back for a hard drink because my nerves were rattled and I was pretty pissed off. He found me in the back and was applogizing, "Sandy, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to get so drunk". Blah, blah, blah.

Then out of know where he yells out. "I am not cheating on you with another drummer!" ???, he silenced the whole room and I am talking there was like 100 people back there; dead silence. So I gave him the eye brow and walked away and found some other friends and was laughing my ass off.

Like any band friend would do, I tried to avoid him for the rest of the night but yet again his stumbling drunk self found me and it only got funnier. So I sat down on a curb with my drink and ignored him. Then he started squealing, "Oh Charlie, Charlie the Unicorn." It was so ridiculous a moment that I will never forget and that he wishes had never happened.

Needless to say, we were not invited back, we were not invited back to practice in the host studio and Penny Jane was dead, or just the name of the band changed. *wink*.

Ok, so once upon a time I bought a Volkswagen Rabbit because it was really cheap and I wanted a car because I was getting really tired of taking the bus and walking a mile to the bus stop everyday.

Well, this white 1987 Rabbit had some issues that I didn't know about until I drove it to work the next day. For whatever reason, my car would over heat and stall out.

One day it stalled out in a busy intersection and as I sat there mortified about being hit; a couple of guys pushed my car off the road. Now that is not the story I want to tell you about. It is what happened down the road.

So a couple of week later I decided I wanted to sell it and resume taking the bus. This car was too much trouble and dangerous. So one sunny San Diego day I had a garage sale and put the car up for sale.

I think I was selling it for $500.00 but I can't remember, I just know I paid $700.00 for it so five didn't seem like too much of a rip off for anyone who actually bought it.

This Mexican gentleman and his wife stopped by and took a look at the car. He asked me what was wrong with it. I explained that it over heats and stalls. I said, I got the thermostat replaced and also one of the gas pump thingamajigs.

He asked if he could take it for a spin. While I was incredibly nervous about them talking the car out for a test drive, partly in fear that it would brake down somewhere and I would never see the car or the people again. I said, yeah sure, go for it.

So he popped the hood and took a looky loo. While he was examining things I just stood there with my fingers crossed that he would just buy it anyways and take the nightmare off my hands.

He gets in the car and turn it on, and oopps! The starter fell out of the engine! hahahhaha. He still bought it, but for $300.00 so while I wasted over $800.00 on this car it was well worth the story.

This here is a personal story, one I am not to proud of but for sh*ts and giggles I will tell you the story about "drunk psycho bitch". Then after you are done reading it, let it go. LOL.

So I had a total female moment. A hallmark of why women have a bad rap (at times). I was upset, not for any really good reason other than my boyfriend didn't ask me to go with him to pick out a new truck and well, some other stuff too but mostly that.

While he was gone I started drinking. I thought I would just have a couple and get over it like any other person would do who doesn't have a drinking problem. Before I knew it 2 had turned into 10 and I am pretty well buzzed if not drunk after 1.5 beers.

So while I was stumbling around the house I reach in the fridge for another beer. Literally I didn't realize I was drinking so much until the box was empty. It was when I realized that all the beer was gone that I knew I was drunk and had drank way too much.

When he got home I was slamming stuff around. You know, trying to get his attention while not saying what I was feeling because I couldn't talk very well anyways. He told me about his new truck blah, blah, blah and I went crazy.

As he went upstairs to do whatever he was doing, I ran after him like an idiot. Like one of those crazy chicks you see on t.v who are screaming and acting a fool. Yip, that was me. I was crying like a moron and saying really stupid stuff like, "don't walk away from me" and when he started laughing I went really crazy.

I couldn't tell ya what I said because I don't really remember but I do remember that I stopped when he was like, "okay, now you are scaring me." That was the end of that, though he won't let me live it down.

So girls, we have our days I guess. I had one so I can't really make fun of those chicks I make fun of anymore because it happened to me. :( ekes! ):

I think that was the most embarrassing moment of my life. One I wish I could forget but that is life and at some point we all go down with an infamous moment full of stupidity, drunkenness, and utter belligerence. Now I get mad when he brings it up because he still thinks it is funny and I still feel a fool.

Ok last story of the many that I have.

After one night of drinking one of my friends decided that he was going to piss on top of his sister's car that he had borrowed for the night, unfortunately his sisters car and some other person car who looked exactly the same were parked in the same lane on the same street and only about three, maybe four cars apart.

So when my friend jumped up on the car and started peeing on it.  Luck would have it that the owner of the car would just happen to just see him doing it. At first the guys were pretty understanding about some dude pissing on the roof of the car after he had explained how he thought it was his car etc...

When he had showed him how he made a mistake and his car and apologized drunkenly, he thought he had gotten off the hook. Then one of our straggling friends disappeared. Where did he go?

When we found him, he was approaching a red truck that had called him to talk to him about how his friend had peed on his car and they maced him!

Poor little friend who didn't do anything but be stupid enough to approach a car full of drunk men who's car was just peed on. After realizing what had transpired we tried to get him to some water to wash it out.

We lead him to a sprinkler that was going off and of course as soon as we shoved his face down into the water, the sprinkler stopped. Then we went for option number two. Go home.

When he got back to their place we poured milk on him and flushed his eyes with water thinking milk should calm the pain, and he sat in the bath in utter agony. When we called poison control they said, "whatever you do, do not put milk on him." OMG! LOL.