Syrak's spirit quest

[Syrak]

So for my spirit quest I’m supposed to tell an embarrassing story. So first of all, let me say that this is true and entirely not made up. *ahem* Once upon a time . . .

A few years ago I went out to a club with 4 other friends. One of them (Randy), has a thing for a certain drink, namely Red Bull & Vodka. This is the drink that supposedly is like crack if you drink enough of it and might have killed a few people in Sweden (source: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/1435409.stm). Anyway, he started buying rounds for everyone which we drank up and got more rounds etc. You’re usual night out. I believe what happened (things are still somewhat fuzzy) is that when it was my turn to buy a round the others were dancing and . . . encouraged . . . me to drink theirs.

Randy kept up with me for a while but pretty soon I left him in the dust and to this day I’m not sure how many of those stupid drinks I had. My behavior became strange, as in I apparently went looking for the bathroom and ended up in a broom closet or something but my friends didn’t think I was THAT out of it.

When we went to leave the club I remember my friend Abel telling me to follow him but I must have veered off somewhere along the way. I guess I wandered way out into nowhere and passed out in an alley. According to my friends version of the story (which I have heard many many times) they had NO idea where I had gone.

So, they took the girls home and the guys came back and conducted a thorough and well coordinated search for me which included more drinking and calling me on my cellphone. Eventually, they could barely here a ring coming from a dark alley where I had apparently passed out next to an air conditioner unit. I was picked up, dragged (or something) and unceremoniously dumped into the back of a pickup which is where I woke up the next day.

Let me tell you there are few things more disorienting than waking up outside in the back of a pickup at someone else’s house when you have no idea how you go there. I got up, walked a few blocks to get the blood flowing and then retrieved the keys from the house. My cousin gave me the keys along with a short version of what happened and then I was on my way home. Along the way I stopped for gas and noticed an old lady looking at me strangely. Turns out my cousin had forgotten to mention the part where they drew all over my face with whatever marker had been handy. Yay me.

Anyway, I did make it home ok and this is not the only story of a time I’ve been totally drunk it is the only time I ended up in an alley.

So the moral of the story is, don’t drink.
or . . .
If you drink don’t wander off and pass out.
or . . .
If you do drink and pass out at least make sure you have your cellphone so people can call you and find you later.
or . . .
If you do drink and pass out and have your cellphone and get found at least check your reflection before going out anywhere.

Story over.
Syrak (Josh)

[Cinnabar]

good times!

A couple months ago I got home after a night of drinking and passed out on my bathroom floor. My pants were soaking wet when I woke up which naturally scared me until I saw that I had kicked over a cup of water I brought in there with me. :cool:

[Timestretch]

Great story Josh!

Remind me to tell you my Tijuana Jail story. The most memorable 14 hours of my life.

[Scintelle]

That's awesome, Syrak... and thanks for the advice.

We did something similar to a guy who passed out in the hallway of our hotel in Chicago on our choir tour a couple years ago. I'm not sure why defacing incapacitated drunks is so funny, but it is.

[Zingmaster]

Scin is a choir boy...no surprise there. Lack of nuts and all, looks like Scin had the old medeival style choir upbringing.

[Scintelle]

Haven't we already gone over the fact that choir is an often-left-untapped ticket straight into the pants?

Oh well, more for me.

[Zingmaster]

Haven't we already gone over the fact that choir is an often-left-untapped ticket straight into the pants of men?

Oh well, more for me.


Fixed :swtf:

[Cinnabar]

Haven't we already gone over the fact that choir is an often-left-untapped ticket straight into the pants?

Oh well, more for me.

This is no joke. In my 8-9 years of choir I saw the vast untapped fountains of hot, nerdy, chicks.


HEY MUTT EDIT MY MSG AGAIN AND ROXIE WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT

[Timestretch]

Nice Mutt....very nice.

[Scintelle]

Who do we report mods to for mod abuse?

Originally Posted by Scintelle
Haven't we already gone over the fact that choir is an often-left-untapped ticket straight into the pants of men?

Oh well, more for me.

WTF THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID! OMG it's like dancing... you can stay off the dance floor all you want cuz "guys don't dance", but you'll be missing out on the 100 chicks waiting around to freak somebody.

No sweat off my pants.

[Mutt]

:rofl: couldnt resist editing cinn's :p:

lol scin Zing just used the quote tags to alter yours :p:
like so
I <3 the wang

[TheGrimm]

Bah... heh, if you've never woken up sleeping between two rocks with your ass dangling in a river... you've never partied... :P

lol how about for my spirit quest I tell embarrasing stories of Mutt's... hehe

[Mutt]

No one wants to hear those.

[Zingmaster]

dancing while drunk is an art...and one of the greatest gifts given to us white boys.

[Kydorias]

When I'm drunk I dance very well. I also start to notice all the hot chicks looking at me and I realize that I'm one good looking dude. I also speak fluent Spanish when drunk although I can't speak a word of it when sober. And I can play pool and darts like a champ.

Then I wake up back in sober reality the next morning and laugh at myself.

[Infuriare]

When I'm drunk I dance very well. I also start to notice all the hot chicks looking at me and I realize that I'm one good looking dude. I also speak fluent Spanish when drunk although I can't speak a word of it when sober. And I can play pool and darts like a champ.

Then I wake up back in sober reality the next morning and laugh at myself.

Wait wait wait...you're saying that alcohol doesn't actually improve motor skills?

[testtest]

Wait wait wait...you're saying that alcohol doesn't actually improve motor skills?

Sure helps mine!

Na zdrovia!
:cool:

[Scintelle]

I'm not sure about your motor skills, Inf, but I've seen you drunk and let's just say your taste in women is inversely proportional to your level of intoxication.

[Infuriare]

omg, one word: beth

'nuff said

[Scintelle]

Oh god. Why you gotta bring up painful memories?

[Konrad]

One word: Natalie

[sema]

Hehe the Red bull Vodka drink was very popular a couple of years ago. Think two people died after drinking them but it was disputed if it really was caused by the drink.



I'm going to tell you one of my drunken adventures.

I was 18 of age, my parents and I had a silent arrangement that I would drink, and a schools out party was arranged in a park. I had drunk quite bit, at a friend’s house, to get into the right mood and started to walk over to the park. When we finally reached it I was pumped to start the partying and started to jog to the park.

The park had a pole fence around it, with chains between the poles. The chains were only two feet above the ground at its highest point and one foot at its lowest.

When I reached the fence I tried to leap over it but all the vodka I had ingested had impaired my dexterity so the tip of my foot was caught by the chain and I tripped and fell over.

I tried to reduce the impact by using my arms but it only resulted in a shooting pain in my left arm.

The alcohol and the pain made my groggy so I rolled over to my back and lay down on the moist grass of the park with my arms and legs spread wide.

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I had only been on the ground for a couple of minutes when two cops walked up to me:

Cop: "So, what is happening here then?"

I was so afraid of getting thrown in jail for sobering so my adrenalin started to pump and I managed to talk in a coherent manner:

Sema: "Nothing, Officer. I just slipped and my arm is hurting a bit. I will be better in a couple of minutes".

Cop: "Well you can’t lie here on the grass, so start moving!"

Sema: "Okay..."

I felt the cops’ eyes in my back as I staggered away to a park bench where I sat down.

During the next half hour several parents that where in the park to keep an eye on the kids asked me how I felt. I just said what I've told the coppers and they left me alone. I had just told another parent patrol to leave me alone when I realized that my arm wouldn’t get any better. The parents had only taken a couple of steps away from me when I whimpered:

Sema: “On a second thought, I think I need some help…”

I could barely walk so they half carried me off to a firs aid tent where they unbuttoned my shirt and took a look at my arm. Apparently I had dislocated my shoulder in the fall and through my skin we could see the ball top of my arm hanging 5-6 inches below my shoulder.
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They sent me to the hospital and I had to see a doctor:

Doc: “Well, well, I see that you have an old injury in that same shoulder, so we need to do an x-ray so we can put the shoulder back safely”

Sema: “Hey look man, its only like eleven o’clock, if we hurry you can fix my shoulder and I can head back to the party”

Doc: “Don’t think so, we can’t x-ray until tomorrow. Do take any medication; have any allergies or any disease?”

Sema: “Yes I have a disease… I’m fat!!” At that moment I sobbed a bit.

Doc: “Hmm, well a nurse will take you away, but you must not eat or drink anything until the x-ray”

Sema: “Not even water?”

Doc: “Nothing, no water, no nothing!”

Sema: “But I’ve been drinking alcohol, I need water!”

Doc: “No.”

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They put me in a little room and a huge and ogre-faced excuse for a female nurse entered.

Nurse: “You need some painkillers, here…”

In her hand she held what looked like a small rocket. It was two inches long and half an inch wide.

Nurse: “This is a stool pill. Do you know how you use a stool pill?”

Sema: “Erhm… I… put it up my…”

Nurse: “Yes. Do you want me to do if for you?”

Sema: “No thanks!”

My butt hurt for two days…

The next day I felt half dead. My mouth and lips where dry like a salt desert. I felt like the ugly fellow in the old Clint Eastwood cowboy movies; my lips where covered with some white goo and it was a pain just to move them . I cried:

Sema: “Water! Waattteerrr….”

Nurse: “No you can’t drink yet, but if you want I can moist your lips with a paper towel”

When she moisten my lips I sucked all the water out of the paper towel, like a little baby sucking milk for the first time. I felt so week.

[Mutt]

lol sema you pansy :p:

[Nebulis]

Sure helps mine!

Na zdrovia!
:cool:
its .. Na zdorovia! :cool:

[testtest]

its .. Na zdorovia! :cool:

Yes, it is. Please excuse my misspelling. I didn't catch it until after I had posted, and I do not have editing privileges.

[Nebulis]

Heh

[testtest]

Heh

Spasibo, chuvak

:cool:

[Dharra]

Hee Hee

[Kydorias]

lol, Sema!

[Ven]

Semas story tops my passing out in the Denny's girls bathroom after a wild night of Jagermeister. God, that stuff is pure unadulterated evil.

[sema]

It was an horrible experience. I had to wear my arm in a sling for weeks and when I lift weights and stuff I still have problems with my shoulder.

Its been over 6 years and I still have problems with my shoulder and as a bonus I've realized that my left arm shortened after the injury so now its 2-2.5 inches shorter than my right arm.

[Ven]

Thats hawt.

[sema]

Semas story tops my passing out in the Denny's girls bathroom after a wild night of Jagermeister. God, that stuff is pure unadulterated evil.

You should try Fernet. My friends drink Jagermeister because they like it, they drink Fernet to punish themselves.

[Kydorias]

Not sure if anyone has ever tried Absinthe, supposedly it has hallucenogenic properties. Someone told me its illegal in the US but I'm not sure about that.

I've tried it but I couldn't tell if it did anything but make me more drunk. Man it burns going down though.