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<b>TimLH</b> - congrats on the cornucopia of well-deserved work rewards<br><br>
Hi <b>Lelly!</b><br><br><b>((((Nettie))))</b> - get some rest, dear<br><br><b>QOD Drunk Story</b>:<br>
Okay, I was not soused out of my mind for this one (I had had a minimal amount of alcohol when this happened) but it involved presumed drunk-off-my-assness, so I think it qualifies.<br><br>
Drove to my college campus sophomore year to meet up with some other friends at a party being thrown at a dormitory. As it turned out, our group met up with some wimmens there, and one friend volunteered their apartment as a post-party into the wee hours party location.<br><br>
We went down to the parking accompanied by said wimmins to go to our cars - we would go ahead and setup shop at the apartment, and we were giving directions/sweet talk to the wimmins would arrive later on. I was in my car in deep convo with one lady waiting for my friends to get in their car and follow; when I soon noticed their car speed off. I didn't exactly want to stop talking, but wanted to stay right behind my friend's car (I had only been to his place a couple times and wasn't 100% sure how to get there so I didn't want to get lost) so I ended the convo ASAP and sped off right behind them.<br><br>
Well, we had no idea a campus police car was parked behind the both of us. Our little Speed Racer maneuvers got him to tail us to pull us both over as we turned onto city street. However, it soon turned into just me after a minute or so; my friends evidently saw the drama going on behind them and did the smart(?!) thing and lost me and the campus police car quicker than <b>PTom</b> leaving a tired young whippersnapper in the dust at a 5K.<br><br>
About every 10-15 seconds or so, I noticed his lights would flash and the siren would briefly blare on. Now here's how stupid and/or naive (you decide) I was at the time - I honestly thought at that time that a police car would be flashing CONTINUAL lights blazing/sirens wailing to want to pull a driver over. So thus, we went through several stop lights, turns, and stop signs, with me meticulously following the law because the officer was following me so closely and I didn't want to break the law...well, save for the fact that I was now evading his ass de facto as we went merrily along.<br><br>
After a mile-plus(!) of this under-the-speed-limit/follow-all-laws-save-evasion chase, I finally got it in my mind that this officer WAS trying to pull me over, so I finally did head to the side of the road. That realization was bad enough; what made it worse was that my pullover to the side coincided with the arrival of ANOTHER backup city PD car, who had been called for assistance; this car pulled up next to me on the drivers side while the campus cop pulled up behind me.<br><br>
Two freakin' cops?!? Oh carp!! They're calling the whole police force to haul my ass in!<br><br>
I sat there all nervous at first, but I figured that wasn't going to help me out so I pulled out my license and just vowed to act as calm and polite as possible.<br><br>
Thankfully, after some discussion among the assembled officers, the city police officer went on his merry way, so I was left to deal with the campus officer. He was polite enough asking for my license and stuff, but his expression pretty much said, "What in the f*&k were you doing?!" He asked me the relevant questions on why I didn't pull over and all that (I don't think he bought my story.) He then asked me to step out of the car, where I passed the requisite coordination tests with flying colors.<br>
He asked me to wait in my car, so I did.<br><br>
And thus I waited. And I waited. In fact, about 20 minutes passed before I finally got tired of waiting and got out of my car, walked back to the campus police car, and asked the officer politely what he was planning to do with my case (probably NOT a smart maneuver, now that I think of it.)<br><br>
He handed me a ticket through his window, saying he really thought I was drunk but since I passed all the tests with flying colors, was coherent and polite about things, he wasn't going to pursue it any further.
 
I have zero focus at work today and this thread is hysterical - I cannot keep away. But I'll post a hangover story later, from home. For now, I'll sit back with <b>Nettie</b> and just watch. <img alt="happy1.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/happy1.gif">
 
QOD: Not sure if I've shared this one or not. And it's a mixed drunk/stoned kinda story, if we can go there. I hadn't tried the old Mary Jane until late in the game, like late 20s, early 30s (I can't even remember now when it was...yikes). Anyway, I managed to stay away from it until one of my best girlfriend's stagette party. We were all sitting around a campfire and someone pulled out a joint. I said, "You know...I've never tried that." My girlfriend said, "Well, it's about time you gave it a go. We'll keep an eye on you to make sure you don't have a bad reaction or anything." So I did.<br><br>
After a while I'm saying to them, "I don't feel any different...that was a waste." Then we head off to the bar.<br><br>
Next thing I know, I'm taking my undies off...in the bar...and I'm not wearing a skirt, no. I'm wearing jeans. You see, my girlfriend decided that since it was her night out, we all had to do what she said. She must have said "undies off!" since I was doing it. Who knows. All I can say is, I got some really odd looks. And I ended up wearing someone else's undies on my head. No...there's no pics. But it sure was a fun night.
 
Hi Folks! I've been MIA way too long. Still injured (<img alt="sad.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/sad.gif">) and swamped at work, but I wanted to at least drop in on a Friday!<br><br><b>KP</b> beat me to it, but anyways: Note to self: buy <b>Beth</b> tequila in Madison.<br><br>
Also, Note to Self II: Buy <b>Mary</b> beer in Madison.<br><br>
Weekend <b>QOD</b>: no plans to speak of, I think.<br><br><b>Drunk/hungover QOD</b>: Ugh. Too many (sadly). There was the time I ended up 40+ miles from home, wandering lost at 3am around a town I didn't know at all (Salem, MA for those who know where that is...I lived in Brighton at the time), after I'd apparently been sick on myself, without my shoes. Luckily, some couple was outside (at 3am?!?) fighting, and they hosed me off (literally) and called a cab. More luckily, I had my wallet, so I could actually pay for said cab. I think (actually I know) that there was a strip club involved in that story, as well, but I have essentially no recollection of that part of the evening.<br><br>
There was also the marker story.....
 
FYI – no promotion, just annual review kinda stuff.<br><br>
OK, drunk story # 2 – Several years ago, a bunch of work folks go out to dinner. Nice Mexican place in the Village. As we are ordering drinks, I ask for a margarita, and my boss questions my manhood. Says if I was a man, it would just be tequila shots. Well, according to the bill, there were 13 rounds of shots. Lucky # there. I do not remember getting home. My trip home from there would have been the Path train to Hoboken, then a NJ Transit train home. I did call Mrs. LH to let her know it was late. She did not appreciate this, or so I found out the next day. I missed my station and ended up a few stations north. Somehow managed to walk home about 4 miles.<br><br><br>
The next day, we had dinner planned at my in-laws. I was sick all day. As my wife was driving to her parents' house, I had to beg her to pull over. She was not very pleased with me. She eventually pulled over. As I am loosing several internal organs in a catch basin, I hear my daughter (probably about 4 at the time ask from the car "why is Daddy so sick", and my wife tells her "Daddy was an asshole last night." Not my proudest moment….<br><br>
Let's get back to FMK, but make it a little difficult. Lets pick a few train wrecks.<br><br>
Paris Hilton<br>
Nicole Ritchie<br>
Brittney Spears<br><br>
Yup, you gotta marry one of them.
 
Ah yes, a tequila story for the <b>QOD</b>. My small start-up company hosted an industry event, went great and all. Afterwards the owners go out to dinner w/several potential customers and leave the rest of us peons with the corporate card saying we should enjoy ourselves. With empty stomachs we head straight to The Bull and the Bear (the pricey bar inside the Waldorf-Astoria) and order up some shots. Turns out they really do it up @the Waldorf, shots come in wine glass-sized glasses, FULL. We enjoy "dinner" (read salted almonds on the bar) and at some point disperse. No one remembers how they got home that night. Not a single one of us (we were a group of 7-<img alt="cool.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/cool.gif"> and I left my laptop at the bar, never to be recovered. Next morning sucked major ass.
 
Hey guys! Just wanted to drop in and say hello. I'll be on later tonight to read the drunken stories posted.<br><br>
Congrats <b>LitchTim</b> on the job stuff, send some of those good bonus/raise vibes my way please, I could use them!<br><br>
I'll have to think of what drunken story to tell, there are so many.<br><br>
I'm feeling 100% better so it looks like next week I'll be able to post in the fitness thread again!<br><br>
Plans for the weekend. Go to mom's house for dinner tonight and drink wine. Go home from there and drink wine. Sat/Sun, run, clean, drink wine. Monday celebrate presidents day by, you guessed it, drinking wine. (I haven't had any desire to drink in the past few weeks since I've been sick. The desire has officially returned today! Only wine so far, not ready for the brewskies yet.)
 
I can't help it if my drunk stories are also strip club stories. That's where I tend to do the most of my drinking.<br><br>
I did get free strip club . . .um, outfits? accessories? from the owner of a store who operated out of a strip club because I kept bringing women back to buy stuff. I told you I'm encouraging. <img alt="biggrin.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/biggrin.gif"><br><br>
I think it was after kissing the Marine's in the one club that B made the rule about no new friends. Something about not wanting to get his ass kicked. . .
 
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