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I'm with amond..my drinking "escapades" are so bad that I stopped associating myself with the demon Rum..

Oh my ... trying to remember ... I don't drink to excess anymore, thank GOD. There was one time (all right a few - who am I kidding, many - times) after my husband and I separated that I put a buzz on and I did some things that amaze me to this day. Sitting in the park with my friend who was also as drunk as me, at 3 in the morning, laughing and carrying on. The police took us back to my place. I'm just glad it was the police! Another time said friend and I were at my place drinking way too much wine, and I decided it was time to get rid of my Christmas tree, which was so dry it shed needles just walking past it. I didn't want to drag it down 4 flights of stairs out to the curb, so we dragged it to the balcony and threw it off. We yelled "fore" a couple of times before pitching it, presumably to warn any passersby, and did check the sidewalk. Wow, she and I were each other's worst enemy, or best friend, depending on the amount of alcohol imbibed. Omigod, Drunk Girl Phone Calls are the most embarassing ... I called my soon-to-be ex-husband's new, oh-so-much-younger-than-me girlfriend one night and generally made an ass out of myself. My friend was not there or she would have stopped me, I'm sure. Or she would have taken the phone and done it herself ...

lol, SueAnn. I know exactly what to do with my tatty Christmas tree. And to think that all these years I have dragged it down four flights of stairs. Obviously, hadn't had enough to drink. Remind me nearer the time.

does diving off a balcony into a swimming pool count...not once but three times ?...so i was told.....must have been those tequila shooters

Im not much of a drinker, but my hub family got me drunk at a bar, pulled a chair near the table & his aunt got me on the table & had me clucking like a chicken except I was sayin Cluck Cluck Cluck..LOL i think you get the picture..needless to say I have never lived that one down

Judools, it made perfect sense at the time... This tree was the Christmas tree from hell. It was my first Christmas as a single mom, and I wanted to do it up big for my kids. (Like they wouldn't notice Dad wasn't there.) So we went out and bought this humongous tree, struggled to get it on top of my little Kia, and realized when we got home that the elevator was the size of a shoebox. Well, I managed to squeeze it in, breaking branches, dropping needles like mad and nearly crushing my 7 year old daughter in the rear of the elevator. Of course I pushed it in bottom first, so getting it out of the elevator was another form of holiday torture. I mean, the damn thing drew blood! Finally got it in my apartment and got it to stand up in the too-small, cheap-ass plastic tree stand. Within an hour after decorating it fell over. Grumble, grumble, curse, curse. Got it up again. Fell over again. Argh!! Had to tie it to the closet door in back of it. Then my cats decided to climb it and it fell over AGAIN. Got rope this time.

It leaned at a precarious angle for the entire holiday season. I was sure I'd come out one morning and find a daughter trapped under it. So throwing it off the balcony was its just reward, in my opinion.

Omigod, Amond, tequila shooters. Why do they always sound good when you've already had too much to drink? "Shooters?? Hell yeah! Bring 'em on!" Me and Jose Cuervo are not the best of friends, and in fact, he is banned from my home.

ahhhh but they were so good back then....drink the shooter...lick the salt...and the lemon... but quite lethal....and it made everyone soooo friendly....(omg who is that?...can i get out the door....wait this is my place....oh oh)

Teachers are the worst...
Many a time after a 'fun' evening of drinking, singing and dancing with my Teacher Union buddies (union conferences), I've had to go the breakfast the next morning in my sunglasses, ha ha.

i think i was much younger....but it was fun i have to admit....seems there were lots of tequila shooters and clothing optional occasions...