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Erin Bradley


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Sexe : Female
Statut : En couple
Age : 33
Zodiaque: Taureau

Ville : NEW YORK
Région : New York
Pays: US
Date d’inscription :: 17/02/2006

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mardi, mars 18, 2008 
My friend Marc and I saw this completely bitchin’ movie but I wasn’t really in the mood for partying this year. I won’t get into it, but my St. Patrick’s Day sucked.

The cool thing about alcoholism is that you don’t have to wait for a specific day. You can practice it all year long.

To that end, I’d like to present:

Erin’s 5 Most Memorable Drunks


Please read the following with a twist of lime and a grain of salt. The majority of these incidents occurred years ago and grandma has since laid off the sauce. She’s more likely to be found eating a peanut butter cookie and watching DVR on any given Friday than she is partying it up.




5
What I Drank: 7 shots of tequila

Where I Was: High school boyfriend’s best friend’s parent’s basement

How I Woke Up: In bed, on a Bert & Ernie pillowcase covered in spaghetti vomit.




4
What I Drank: Purple drinks with a glow stick in them

Where I Was: Visiting a friend in Chicago

How I Woke Up: In a sleeping bag, wearing one shoe and soaking wet from an unknown substance.




3
What I Drank: Various

Where I Was: Various

How I Woke Up: To a guy who greeted me with "Good morning, Emily!" and was completely nude except for his socks.




2
What I Drank: Beer from a keg

Where I Was: College

How I Woke Up: For some reason I had opened up 2 large bags of Lay’s potato chips and a 12 pack of chocolate frosted Pop Tarts and thrown the contents all over my friend’s dorm room floor. I have no recollection of the event, though my friends tell me I kept saying "This is how you party!" over and over.





1
What I Drank: Budweiser

Where I Was: Welcome to the Johnsons

How I Woke Up: Partially naked on a bare mattress with my best friend and a Prada model named Giovanni who kept trying to put his finger up my butt.



Tor

 
This is fucking hysterical. Do you mind if I fill out the responses with my own answers for my LJ?
 
Publié par Tor le mercredi, mars 19, 2008 - 9:15
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robert
robert schneider

 
brilliant!
 
Publié par robert le mercredi, mars 19, 2008 - 9:15
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PrettySneakySis

 
Ok - My turn: 3 different advertising company Christmas parties in 1995 aka "A First-hand Lesson in NOT-Mixing Your Booze". Started with red wine, proceeded to Dewar's, shots of vodka, and wound up in a bar, Jagermeister, neat, in hand. Feeling grand in the taxi home. Woke up in own bed, wearing all my party attire but missing a shoe.

The "spin was rooming"!

Reaching the bathroom was like walking across the dancefloor on the sinking, lilting Titanic. That day? Disaster of similarly epic proportions! Missed work (partied with boss the night before and she was surprisingly understanding), but had a first date with a hot British guy, and this being ancient times (before cell phones) I couldn't get in touch with him to cancel. Hot Brit actually sprang for theater tix and nice dinner, but probably thought I had a nasty coke habit, due the many, many the times I left my seat to go the bathroom (to puke, and puke) and who thought I didn't like him because all I ordered at dinner was bread and club soda, as if I couldn't wait to get out of there. And, I must've grimaced as his steak arrived and he probably took that personally. (Oh, and he was hot - like the dude in The Bank Job hot!) Never saw him again. Suffered a hangover for three feckin' days!
 
Publié par PrettySneakySis le mercredi, mars 19, 2008 - 9:16
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SuMo™

 
Classic drunk moments! I think I've experienced far too many to recall the top 5. But I am sure they would all revolve around the 6 or 7 years that I made it to the Bartender's Bash down in the Keys. 3 days of pure drunkeness!
 
Publié par SuMo™ le lundi, mars 24, 2008 - 11:32
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