Lesson#2: Git 'er Drunk!

Virtually none.

I think we've spotted another divergence.

(The only time it threatened to was when aforementioned "best friend" knocked on my door in the middle of the night, drunk, professing his love while a friend tried to shut him up and get him out of there. I pretended I couldn't understand him [it was dark) and it was never spoken of again.)

Hmmmmm...I was very drunk once and also had a bug, so I was most unwell, the loo at the party was full, so I leaned companiably on an old friend while I waited, to try to stop the world going round....he seems to have mistaken the lean for an advance, and next thing I knew I was being half carried down the side of the house where the party was (we were in the back yard) and landed on my back in the back seat of his old Holden station wagon, while he made enthusiastic attempts to have his way with me.


I was so stunned that I didn't know quite what to do, and was struggling not to be ill, so I felt a little helpless.


Suddenly I realised it was a Holden. Now, screwing and/or losing your virginity in the back seat of a Holden is a rite of passage for many a young Australian girl.

Realising I was in the middle of a banal cliche energised me, and I pushed him away, saying that, as well as sundry other problems, I was NOT having sex in the back of a Holden. Would you like to go somewhere else, said he, eagerly.


I leaped from the car, ran to the nearest tree, and was ill behind it.

I emerged, gathered what dignity I could find around me, and said: "I believe it is best if you take that as a no."

It was only years later that I realised that it was leaning a little against him that he had taken as an advance.....I just thought he was drunk and went kind of nuts.




Other than that, no, I don't think alcohol has made anything happen that wouldn't have anyway.

oh so much so so much, so many drunk drugged encounters it upsets me (in Balito-small costal holiday town- I kissed 6 or 7 boys in a week and did more then that with some of them, worst thing is some of the boys i made out with saw me making out with the other boys lovely proper girl i have been) but alcohol is no way to find a relationship its all over in the morning!

My brother, when he was about 19, once went to a party and woke up the following morning on a houseboat in Little Venice (nice canal part of London - miles away from the party), and discovered a rather large, middle aged naked lady was cooking breakfast for him.

I've definitely had sex with a few "things" I wasn't too thrilled about in the morning, but never woke up not knowing who they were.

Gotten many, many, many phone numbers which I never bothered to call. And no clue what they looked like. Just had to have a friend tell me about the female version of a NFL linebacker that was hitting on me.

once woke up on a farm about ten kilometeres out of the town I was holidaying, was so confused when i woke up and saw cows and mountains as oppose to the ocean, went downstairs and had to ask my friends how i got there and who's place we were at, and the bed was full of beach sand.

dlowan, I'm spitting my drink 'ere!! That's hilarious.

Uhh..I've had my fair share of drunken encounters, but nothing I actually regret. Never woke up to someone I hadn't planned on waking up to. Never did anything other than make an asz out of myself. I lived by the "friend, watch my back when I'm drinking, I'll watch yours" rule.

I have woken up with phone numbers with names I don't recognize, and gotten a call or two from people who actually remembered the night before? Now that's an awkward phone call...

Haven't we all been there?

Some girls are Holden girls and some girls are Ford girls, but all girls are panel van girls.

How many times did you wake up in one of the sheepsheds and found you couldnt remember her name, Gus?

infinitely

You wish!

I have a few alcohol stories that believe it or not I won't even tell in mixed company....

I have had my penis voimited on in the middle of a blow job....

Most of my significant relationships (wait, scratch that: ALL of them) started with a drunken night. I'm just wired that way. Especially if I like somebody. My natural reaction is to close down, or be downright antagonistic. So alcohol actually helped me. One of those lasted eight years, another year, another six months.... I've got nothing bad to say about alcohol.

I hope she was also cooking for the gorgeous daughter he was in bed with.

No, 'fraid not.

This is not exactly a sexual encounter, but involves bottoms, so I can tell it, I suppose.

We had rather a large group of friends during our late teens, who lived in two adjoining flats (apartments) above shops in our High Street.
One pub in our area was famous for being frequented by young, foreign au pairs, who used to congregate there on their nights off, in order to escape the English for a while.
WRONG......as all us horny young brit males used to go there, get blind drunk with them, and take them back to the flats in order to improve international relations.
Late one night, after a particularly boistrous session in the pub, three rather gorgeous polish girls went to flat A with a section of our group, and the girl-less blokes in flat B (including me, I'm afraid to say) decided to play a joke.
Outside the living room window, there was a little concrete ledge (about a foot wide) that ran along the entire wall of the block, so we though we'd get out on this (it wasn't very high....about fifteen feet off the ground)..
..shuffle along with our backs to the wall, knock on the window, wait for them to open the curtains......and moon them.

Well, the shuffling bit went OK, the undoing of the jeans went OK, the knocking on the window and the opening of the curtains went OK. The plan, so far, was working.

It was when the four of us simultaneously mooned that the problem became apparent. It's funny how beer dulls the senses. We had our hands ready on the waistbands of our jeans and underpants, heard the curtain swish as they opened them, dropped the garments and bent forward, and in one fell swoop our four white skinny bottoms hit hard on the window, and we all fell off.
I landed on the pavement and sprained both ankles, one friend fractured his wrist, but the other two crashed through the extended blind of the shop below. It broke their fall, but they had to pay the shopkeeper for the repairs.

The mates in flat A said it was one of the funniest things they have seen.
A totally unexpected knock on their window (after all, it was one storey up)..brought an amazed look to everyone's face. One of them leapt across the room and pulled back the curtain, whereupon they all witnessed four white bottoms for a split second as they crashed against the glass, and then....nothing, as we had all disappeared.

They all came down to help us, but were laughing so much we would have been better off helping ourselves.

Had it been a panel van I would have found my strength even earlier.

Ah yes I'd forgotten about church girls.

As every young Newcastle lad knows..............Dont you ever let a chance go by.

So d'ya wanna check the shag pile in the back of my Sandman now. ^^