Remembering the most embarrassing moments in my life...
So a couple of years back, (many) I went on my tri-annual visit to my girlfriend Kristin's house in another state. This girlfriend of mine and I had the best time together; during the year when we were apart I think the phone might have grown to our ears...ahhh the times.
When I would visit her we would always hang out with this particular group of friends; some girls and some guys. Well, this particular night we had an apartment party at our friends' house that lived close to ASU campus. They had a cute apartment that included a very expensive red couch. Hey, I am just saying this is a good point to know during this story.
So, someone got out the Captain (cause we were a spicy group) and we all started drinking and playing drinking games. (I know you ‘all are thinking not Amy? I know it is hard to believe hu?) I think there were a couple of shots, maybe some random making out with some of they guys at the party and then I fell a sleep on the red couch. Somewhere about 4ish to 5ish in the morning I started to feel a little sweaty, a little stomach rumble and the room started spinning. I threw-up on the red couch; yes I know I repeat I threw-up on the red couch. (Tacky I know what can I say it was the Captain's fault).
John and Kristin my bosom buddies decided to help me out by cleaning the red couch up with a clearer that included bleach in it. I awoke not really remembering this moment in time where I vomited on the red couch or the fact that they did me a favor by cleaning me and the couch up. So imagine my surprise to awake and open my eye-balls gently (I had a raging headache, Nooo really your saying?) to the white spot on the couch. Maybe if I act like it is not really there they will not notice. Darn I do not think that will work. I die...dead. I apologize feeling really embbarrassed and John and Kristin try to come to my aid by relaying the fact that they were in deed the ones who cleaned the red couch. My friends say it is okay, but you know they had to tell that story everytime someone wondered about the white spots on their red couch. Died...dead.
13 comments:
ahhh...poor red couch! A red couch!!!
I remember one anniversary my husband and I had...we were at a bar and the guys that he worked with kept buying us shots, and all night long, I puked my guts out. One of the few times I was able to puke!
I don't think I've been drunk since then...a little tipsy maybe, but not drunk! ;)
So, you're a hillbilly too! Welcome to the club...now we have to get you a name...not amy...something...Elvira!! or Pearl Josephine or something like that! Minnie Pearl!
Aren't thoughs stripper names?...Diamond and Pearl...
Josephine...
ahhh the good old days where when you drank you almost had to puke..it was like part of the whole experience..
Yeah, good memories huh? Thank God for maturity....but I wouldn't trade those memories for the world! I remember after our wedding rehearsal dinner, we went to the local hot spot...There were about 25 of us lining the bar, all dressed to kill and looking quite classy, and my brother orders some kind of flaming shots for everyone. Being more than tipsy, when I went to pick mine up...I knocked it over which knocked my future husbands over ....which knocked the next one over...we set the entire top of the bar was on fire! OOPS! We were politely asked to leave. No problem...we took our 'classy' group and went to the local dive. It needed some class anyway!
Bobbie: Now that is classy...the bar on fire...bahhhahaha
serves him right, owning a red couch.
I think college-aged kids should own vomit-colored furniture. Think how practical that would be.
Lightning Bug's Butt.
Lighting: ahhh your name reminds me of my days in the country where we would catch lighting bugs pull off their butts and smear them on our arms and legs...I know what is wrong with me??
I'm all for practical..what were they thinking?
Hey at least y'all cleaned it up...I remember many a college frat party that we would just turn the cussion over! BAWAAAHHHAAA!!!
Stupid Boys!
Super: why didn't I think of that...turn over the cushions..I would have never gotten caught...
Ahhhh...the good old days!
Ha!
:)
I wonder what would have been worse. A red couch with a big white spot in it for the rest of eternity, or a red couch with a big vomit stain in it for the rest of eternity? :)
Hey! I see Beth and Awaiting above me in the comments. Cool place to be!
I have that did-I-do-that feeling every morning. Sigh.
Now those are some good freinds...
I'd have left you to roll around in it, and maybe written "puke girl" on your forehead with your lipstick or something. ;)
Steve~
Your posts are very good and partially open like your mind. Attractive and beautiful.
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