Stacerita
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OK, since Valentine's Day is not to far off and we have had a few threads about your best Valentine's Day and what you would like your sweetie to do this year........I'd now like to hear about everyone's worst Valentine's day.
I'll go first. Mine is from a few years ago. I was sorta single at the time. Dating someone but very casually and not to happy at the time. I got invited to a wedding. Yes, someone had the nerve to get married on Valentine's Day and to invite single people. I knew the bride and a few other people, but not enough to feel comfortable with flying solo. So I took my mother who also knew the bride. So I went to the wedding a bit reluctantly.
I didn't eat much the day of the wedding and had planned to eat at the reception. We get to the reception and I find out its open bar (limited open bar) and begin to help myself to a few drinks. Well, there wasnt much that I would drink so I got beer. Not one that I normally drink, but it would just have to do. I was in a bit of a bad mood for being there single so I drank my share of ick beer. Time for dinner, and it was something I would not eat. So I pushed it around my plate a bit trying to eat some so I wouldn't get over sick from the beer. I excused myself to the ladies room and when I came back my plate was gone. My mother did me a favor and had it sent away. I had wished she didn't because I needed to eat something. So instead I had a few more beers.
So now I am feeling great. Im going on beer power and met a guy. Things are going well we hit it off and spent the rest of the night dancing and drinking. Sounds like a good Valentines day so far huh? But no. Heres were it turns ugly. By this time Im pretty drunk and my mother decides its time to take me home. Good thing she does because on the way out of the reception, coming down the stairs, I skip a few and end up at the bottom. Not pretty since the "twins" come out of my dress and everyone gets a peek at my undies. Talk about embarassing. But it gets worst.
We get into the car and she asks me if its ok to take the freeway home or does she need to take side streets for me. Basically asking if Im gonna get sick or not. I tell her Im golden and take the freeway. Big mistake! We are going down the freeway when all of a sudden she hits a pot hole and all the beer I had drank all night decides its time to exit....back the way it came. I couldn't get the power window down fast enough and with me being short couldn't get my head out the window even if it was down. So there I was, getting sick all over the side (inside and outside) of the car. It was in my hair, on my face, all over my jacket and dress.....EVERYWHERE!
When I get sick like that I start to cry so that made it even worst yet. Then my mother starts to yell at me for messing up the car and all. So that makes me cry even more. She is madder then all heck because she now has to get off the freeway and take the side streets the rest of the way home. All the way yelling at me for making a mess. Plus, she starts saying how horrible I look because my makeup/mascara was running. She started calling me ALice Cooper.
So there I was.....crying, feeling like dookie, looking like Alice Cooper, with vomit all over my hair/clothes and all down the side of the car. And the area we were traveling on right off the freeway was not the best to boot. We pull up to s stop light, I hear a low rider pull up next to us, I turn my head to see if I was right. Well, I was. The cholo and his buddies roll down the window, shake their heads, point to me and say "Thats messed up!" Yep, thats what I want to hear on Valentines day.
The only thing worst that Valentine's day was my February 15 that year.
So now, what was your worst Valentine's Day?
I'll go first. Mine is from a few years ago. I was sorta single at the time. Dating someone but very casually and not to happy at the time. I got invited to a wedding. Yes, someone had the nerve to get married on Valentine's Day and to invite single people. I knew the bride and a few other people, but not enough to feel comfortable with flying solo. So I took my mother who also knew the bride. So I went to the wedding a bit reluctantly.
I didn't eat much the day of the wedding and had planned to eat at the reception. We get to the reception and I find out its open bar (limited open bar) and begin to help myself to a few drinks. Well, there wasnt much that I would drink so I got beer. Not one that I normally drink, but it would just have to do. I was in a bit of a bad mood for being there single so I drank my share of ick beer. Time for dinner, and it was something I would not eat. So I pushed it around my plate a bit trying to eat some so I wouldn't get over sick from the beer. I excused myself to the ladies room and when I came back my plate was gone. My mother did me a favor and had it sent away. I had wished she didn't because I needed to eat something. So instead I had a few more beers.
So now I am feeling great. Im going on beer power and met a guy. Things are going well we hit it off and spent the rest of the night dancing and drinking. Sounds like a good Valentines day so far huh? But no. Heres were it turns ugly. By this time Im pretty drunk and my mother decides its time to take me home. Good thing she does because on the way out of the reception, coming down the stairs, I skip a few and end up at the bottom. Not pretty since the "twins" come out of my dress and everyone gets a peek at my undies. Talk about embarassing. But it gets worst.
We get into the car and she asks me if its ok to take the freeway home or does she need to take side streets for me. Basically asking if Im gonna get sick or not. I tell her Im golden and take the freeway. Big mistake! We are going down the freeway when all of a sudden she hits a pot hole and all the beer I had drank all night decides its time to exit....back the way it came. I couldn't get the power window down fast enough and with me being short couldn't get my head out the window even if it was down. So there I was, getting sick all over the side (inside and outside) of the car. It was in my hair, on my face, all over my jacket and dress.....EVERYWHERE!
When I get sick like that I start to cry so that made it even worst yet. Then my mother starts to yell at me for messing up the car and all. So that makes me cry even more. She is madder then all heck because she now has to get off the freeway and take the side streets the rest of the way home. All the way yelling at me for making a mess. Plus, she starts saying how horrible I look because my makeup/mascara was running. She started calling me ALice Cooper.
So there I was.....crying, feeling like dookie, looking like Alice Cooper, with vomit all over my hair/clothes and all down the side of the car. And the area we were traveling on right off the freeway was not the best to boot. We pull up to s stop light, I hear a low rider pull up next to us, I turn my head to see if I was right. Well, I was. The cholo and his buddies roll down the window, shake their heads, point to me and say "Thats messed up!" Yep, thats what I want to hear on Valentines day.
The only thing worst that Valentine's day was my February 15 that year.
So now, what was your worst Valentine's Day?
This Valentine's Day, DH will be on his way to Iraq.
