I remember when I was like 17 I was in the school newspaper and we went for this like two day conference/awards thing at the University of Alabama and I skipped out and started drinking by like 11 in the morning and kept up so we finally go to the awards ceremony and I'm just bombed trying to hold it together slightly and all of a sudden the fucking unimaginable happens and they call my name and I had won for like best sports story. I'll never forget the look on my teachers face as I turned around and threw my arms up like I had just won a gold medal, she hated me, I never took it seriously, was a complete slacker, and had just joined for the trip, and she was so pissed. I almost fell over trying to get out of my aisle and go up and get the award. I tried to give a little speech![]()
The story is that later on that night in the hotel at like four in the morning I woke up all of a sudden, stumbled into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and threw up on the floor. I don't know if that's true.
I don't know why I thought of that, it wasn't my craziest drunken night. I like to get drunk and sleep in people's backyards for some reason, I've woken up in like three of them and only remember going to sleep in one.
I got annoyed with people I was with one night in Florida and got out with a bottle of vodka and walked from Panama City Florida to like the next town over, it was like 15 miles in the middle of the night drinking and smoking the whole way, I don't remember why I was so set on doing that but it felt like an accomplishment. I remember coming down this main street with the sun coming up and people going to work and stopping at a waffle house and calling people and telling them to come get me.
Last edited by OumaFan; 11-30-2009 at 08:14 PM.
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