ok. ok. I went out with some girlfriends, picked up a guy - left them on their own, went home with him, and one thing led to another - I married him. stupidest thing I ever, ever did! but don't tell him that, ok?
I suddenly started speaking in a British accent, and walking up to people telling them I was visiting the country, I'm a descendant of the royal line, 'Has anyone tasted speckled log? It's cheery good eats!'
That was fantastic fun until I had a drunk guy pull me out of the bar to show me the 'sites' of the town
I have never been arrested in the United States. I have however been "detained" in some other countries. In Italy we decided to attempt to steal a speedboat at 3 AM. I didnt work too well, because we didnt realize that we needed keys to start it. In France we almost got killed. That is a story all on its own. In Bahrain we were a little too loud and a little too drunk to be out in public. And yes I have woken up in a puddle of my own vomit. That is why I dont drink like I used to.
The stupidest thing that I can remember doing (and there were plenty of stupid ones to compare too!) was crawling over across the main drag from the Country Western club across the street from our frat house...back in the day. Mind you...it had been last call...and folks were startin' to go home...and exit onto that same main drag. Plus...I'm pretty sure we were singin' too...and some brothers just sat there on the steps to our house...and watched...and laughed as we tried to make it back (Great friends right!) It had been nickel drink night...or something like that! Geez...Dumb...All the way around...But we had fun!
I took off my stilleto heels in a night club and chucked them across the dance floor at the guy I was with head and then I proceeded to run out the back entrace of the club where all the broken glass beer bottles are. Staff from the club were yelling at me not to go out there because I would get hurt.....but I was so trashed that I had superdrunk strength and didn't care less! Not one cut on my feet...LOL!!!
My husband complains about my obsession with shoes- he says that there is no rational reason that I should have; at last count 162 pairs; of fabulous-expressive-conversation starter- shoes...I have boots of different...
I've just been to another farewell hub and it's sad. I just want to let all my friends who have decided to linger know that I'm still here. Though lately I've been nowhere in sight, I promise to not go away - even if...