I noticed you didn't tell any stories about yourself
Okay, I'm off to spend time with DH
Have a great night
Talk to all you nuts tomorrow!
I really haven't been drunk that many times in my life. But here is a sampling...
The night before my 20th birthday (yes, I realize I was underage - my friend Chris was 21, so he'd bought the booze), I got so drunk that when I got home around 2 a.m., I couldn't figure out how to get up the stairs to my bedroom. I crawled up, laughing hysterically. When I got to the top, my mother was standing in the door to her bedroom, an amused expression on her face. I staggered to my feet and flung myself at her, saying, "Mum...I'm SO drunk!" She caught a whiff of my breath, made a face, and said, "Yeah, you are...go to bed." She woke me up at 10 the next morning - my birthday - because we were scheduled to attend an open house at my college. "Do you want to go or do you want to skip it and sleep it off?" I chose to sleep it off.
A few years later, I went out for the evening with my girlfriends and had a few too many at Ruby Tuesday's. Danielle had driven me. In her car, I was reclined fairly far back, Tom Petty's "You Don't Know How It Feels" was on the radio, and I was flinging my head back and forth to the rhythm while singing along, when we came to a red light. A guy pulled up next to us, on my side, just as I got to the part where it goes "You don't know how it feels...no you don't know how it feels..." I noticed the guy giving me a strange look, so I leaned out the window toward him for the next line..."To be MEEEEEE!!!"
And I got completely wasted on my own wedding day. After the ceremony, we went to the nursing home to take pictures with my grandfather (which I cherish, because those are the last pictures I have of him; he died two months later on Christmas Eve). As we were leaving, I started crying, and when we got in the limo to head to the reception, the best man handed me the bottle of champagne. The ENTIRE bottle. I chugged that sucker. At the reception, there was a little room in the back where we waited to be introduced. My photographer brought me 2 or 3 mudslides in that hour. Then we were introduced, had our first dance, then sat down for dinner. I drank not only my own champagne, but Eric's and Jen's. Then when we started making the rounds of the tables (which didn't last long - I had a pretty good DJ, I guess, because everyone was up dancing), I had a Pearl Harbor in hand. I don't remember much after that.