Post by phillygirl2873 on Jul 24, 2005 13:58:03 GMT -5
I'm starting this thread to tell everyone about my drunken night last night, but thought it would be funny if people shared their own stories here too. This is a little story I like to call "What happens when 30 year olds try to party like they are still in their 20's"
Last night we had a girl's night. My friend Laverne who is one of my friends from collage, our friend Rena and Laverne's friend Robin and I went out in Old City, Philly. We started out at this really nice bar at about 7:00 (warning, way too early to start drinking) and we stayed there for about 2 hours. I had three wines here. Then we went to the champaign bar and got another cocktail. Then we went to another bar and I had a few beers (I think two). It was probably about 11:00 by this point judging by the crowds. Then we went back to the original bar that we started at and I don't know how much more I drank there, but at least 2 more beers. We were dancing and Robin and I decided to dance with our sunglasses on. Why? I don't know, we were drunk. I dropped my sunglasses on the ground and they broke. We were dancing and drinking till the place closed up.
Rena and Robin left and Laverne and I were going to the subway. On the way there was this huge limo and these guys invited us in. It was a Bachelor party and they were just inviting random girls on the street to come in and drink. So we got some beer from the keg in the middle of the limo, hung out a little bit and left. I was walking down the street with a beer, but I was too drunk to realize it. We came across this homeless guy and Laverne gave him $1 and I gave him my beer. He said thanks for the beer and "I need this more than you". (All of this is from what Laverne told me, I have no recollection of it.) Then we went to go to the subway, but the gates were closed. The subway in Philly doesn't run all night? Guess not, so Laverne went to go to the ATM to get money for a cab. She left me on the corner of 2nd and Market and said stay here. So I'm standing there and all of a sudden I fell flat on my face. I split my lip! So she finally comes back with money and hails a cab. We can in the cab and I tell her I'm busted up. She says yeah, we're all pretty drunk and I said NO, I'm busted up, I fell on my face! But, we got home ok.
This morning she woke me up. She had been puking since 6 am. She was lying on the floor of my bedroom crying because she felt so sick and was tired of puking. I asked her if she wanted me to call her husband and she said yes. So I called her house but got the answering machine so she left a message for Charlie. Charlie called back a few minutes later and I told him she was sick, so he came down to my house to comfort her. (They live about an hour away.) They were supposed to go to the Phillies game today, but that didn't happen.
What's the moral of the story? There is none, I just thought it was a funny night.
Last night we had a girl's night. My friend Laverne who is one of my friends from collage, our friend Rena and Laverne's friend Robin and I went out in Old City, Philly. We started out at this really nice bar at about 7:00 (warning, way too early to start drinking) and we stayed there for about 2 hours. I had three wines here. Then we went to the champaign bar and got another cocktail. Then we went to another bar and I had a few beers (I think two). It was probably about 11:00 by this point judging by the crowds. Then we went back to the original bar that we started at and I don't know how much more I drank there, but at least 2 more beers. We were dancing and Robin and I decided to dance with our sunglasses on. Why? I don't know, we were drunk. I dropped my sunglasses on the ground and they broke. We were dancing and drinking till the place closed up.
Rena and Robin left and Laverne and I were going to the subway. On the way there was this huge limo and these guys invited us in. It was a Bachelor party and they were just inviting random girls on the street to come in and drink. So we got some beer from the keg in the middle of the limo, hung out a little bit and left. I was walking down the street with a beer, but I was too drunk to realize it. We came across this homeless guy and Laverne gave him $1 and I gave him my beer. He said thanks for the beer and "I need this more than you". (All of this is from what Laverne told me, I have no recollection of it.) Then we went to go to the subway, but the gates were closed. The subway in Philly doesn't run all night? Guess not, so Laverne went to go to the ATM to get money for a cab. She left me on the corner of 2nd and Market and said stay here. So I'm standing there and all of a sudden I fell flat on my face. I split my lip! So she finally comes back with money and hails a cab. We can in the cab and I tell her I'm busted up. She says yeah, we're all pretty drunk and I said NO, I'm busted up, I fell on my face! But, we got home ok.
This morning she woke me up. She had been puking since 6 am. She was lying on the floor of my bedroom crying because she felt so sick and was tired of puking. I asked her if she wanted me to call her husband and she said yes. So I called her house but got the answering machine so she left a message for Charlie. Charlie called back a few minutes later and I told him she was sick, so he came down to my house to comfort her. (They live about an hour away.) They were supposed to go to the Phillies game today, but that didn't happen.
What's the moral of the story? There is none, I just thought it was a funny night.
Just some more drunken battle scars. 
(Again, I am soooooo stupid!)