A Booze-Related Story!! - Page 4

Sheristw · 01-26-2005

Beachenit, thanks...........I think all us Catholic girls who grew up with strict parents need to stick together. Who knew there was a whole other world out there that didn't involve incense, alter boys, and kneeling! And not necessarily in that order! Going from a private school to a public school was quite eye opening to say the very least.

Big Kahuna · 01-26-2005

Great story Sheri. That's a true Catholic Girl story if I ever heard one!

cuffedlinks · 01-26-2005

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Originally Posted by Sheristw

Who knew there was a whole other world out there that didn't involve incense, alter boys, and kneeling!

In certain situations, Incense and a certain amount of time spent on one's knees doesn't sound so bad to me...Altar boys? Nun for me....

TAPPY · 01-26-2005

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Originally Posted by Sheristw

Beachenit, thanks...........I think all us Catholic girls who grew up with strict parents need to stick together.

Been there done that !!! All girl Catholic school....run by nuns !!!!

I hated the ugly uniforms most of all...and dont even think about wearing your skirt to short !!!!!

Bumper · 01-27-2005

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Originally Posted by Sheristw

Beachenit, thanks...........I think all us Catholic girls who grew up with strict parents need to stick together. Who knew there was a whole other world out there that didn't involve incense, alter boys, and kneeling! And not necessarily in that order! Going from a private school to a public school was quite eye opening to say the very least.

Hold me back, Cuff...restrain me, Scotty...lend me strength, Kinz...inhibit me, Tex...suppress me, Tappy...I think I'm fixin' to 'splode!!

beachenit · 01-27-2005

Went to an all girls catholic high school myself, and tappy you are so right about everything. I guess it does not matter were you live, it is all the same.
Uniforms, the color may be different, but I bet they were a plaid. In high school , a brown and yellow plaid,

they were the uglest things you ever did see.

and when anyone would make them alittle shorter, (shit would hit the fan from the nuns)

But let me tell you, my parents sent me there because they thought that I would not be exposed to all the partying and drinking and drugs, boy was she wrong. Us catholic girls sure could PARTY

(smoke too, and not cigs)
Sorry went off topic for a minutes.

SouthernGal · 01-27-2005

Thought I would join the fun...New Year's eve a couple of years ago I went out with some friends to a party that didn't make. We were bored and trying to find something else to do and someone we knew passed us on the street and called us on the cell to tell us to follow them to a party. We end up driving for over an hour into the middle of nowhere and we're thinking to ourselves that we're going to kill this guy if this party turns out lame. We pull up to this nice house that is totally deserted and we are starting to get pissed, then the guy drives behind the house. OMG it looks like a friggin Wal-Mart parking lot on the day after Thanksgiving. These people bought a double-wide trailor and put it behind their house, just to have parties at. The living room has a kick-ass karaoke machine, the kitchen has everything you'd ever need to mix a drink, and one bedroom is a poker room and one bedroom has a craps table. Needless to say, we got plastered. While my friend and I are enjoying the karaoke machine (there are actually pictures floating around of me with a microphone shoved IN my mouth) we lose track of her husband, who had been sharing a bottle of Wild Turkey with some complete stranger. After another hour of (terrible) singing we decided we'd better find him. We eventually find him passed out cold in the passenger seat of her vehicle with the door wide open. Awww, poor guy, it's cold outside! So we shove him all the way into the vehicle, adjust the seat back for him, and shut the door so he'll stay warm. Then we promptly forget about him. Later, when everyone is leaving, we go back out to the car and find that he has puked ALL over the passenger door and himself. He awoke and thought the door was still open. Oops. We get him out of his nasty shirt, zip him up in a coat, and proceed to drive him home. Cause we figure we're sober enough to drive by now. The next day we call each other and laugh because we drove home in the car with the puke still all over the inside AND we stopped a McD's and got breakfast and ATE it in the car while we're driving! Obviously, we were NOT sober. That was when we made a pact to always have a DD from now on. And to this day you can't talk to her hubby about the story because he is mad that we "deserted him".

Sheristw · 01-27-2005

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Originally Posted by Bumper

Hold me back, Cuff...restrain me, Scotty...lend me strength, Kinz...inhibit me, Tex...suppress me, Tappy...I think I'm fixin' to 'splode!!

Bumper, what are you holding back exactly?

HARRYG · 01-27-2005

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Originally Posted by Sheristw

Who knew there was a whole other world out there that didn't involve incense, alter boys, and kneeling!

I dont know Bumper that well, but it might have something to do with using "altar boys" and "kneeling" in the same sentence.

Sheristw · 01-27-2005

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Originally Posted by HARRYG

I dont know Bumper that well, but it might have something to do with using "altar boys" and "kneeling" in the same sentence.

I see. I was afraid maybe I had struck a nerve and he was upset with something I said???

sctx · 01-27-2005

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Originally Posted by Sheristw

I see. I was afraid maybe I had struck a nerve and he was upset with something I said???

naaaaah, he's not upset, it's just we have to be careful not to excite him too much and get his blood pressure up , ie: no talk about kneeling catholic girls, his heart just can't take it

Jimmy-James · 01-27-2005

My most embarassing drinking story? Wow, too many to choose, especially from my college days, but one in particular comes to mind.

In college I had a huge crush on a girl named Jess, but she didn't know I existed and we had no common friends so I always thought it wasn't meant to be. Haloween came around and I was social chair of my fraternity so I booked a band and we threw a costume party with her sorority. Being that I am 6 foot 4 inches tall, I dressed as Lurch from the Adams Family (in retrospect, not the nest costume to try to pick up women in) and went about my tasks of running the party and making sure everyone was having a good time. Due to the fact that I was in charge and had many jobs to take care of I never got around to eating dinner... BIG MISTAKE (it's now my cardinal rule to eat something if I know I'm gonna have more than one drink) I went about working...and drinking, and got lassoed into doing several shots of bad quality liquor and then at one point I went down to the pool table in the basement by the bar and there was Jess- dressed up as a Hawaiian Hula girl in a bikini top, damn she looked fine.

Behind the bar we had an old bell from a ship/boat that we rang occasionaly and I had to go ring it and announce that the band was about to start to play. After doing so, someone came up and tapped me on my back, I turned and saw it was Jess, she said "You rang?" just like Lurch used to say on the Adams Family. We laughed and started talking and really hit it off, we spent the next three hours talking and drinking, we never even made it upstairs to see the band. Things progressed and at the end of the night we ended up upstairs in my room. After more chit-chat and another night cap the moment presented itself and I worked up the courage to kiss her. I leaned over and we began to kiss, it was great, except for one thing....every time I closed my eyes I started get bed spins. I tried to remedy this by opening my eyes while we kissed but she caught me doing this while we kissed and gave me the "What are you doing with your eyes open while we're kissing you freak?" look so I closed my eyes and again the room started to spin. After a few minutes the accompanying nausea set in and it became apparent I was going to chunder.

What was I gonna do!? Here I was on my couch, with the girl of my dreams and I'm gonna throw up on her!? I stopped in the middle of the proceedings said "Oh damn, I forgot to do something, hold on one sec" and ran out of the room and down the hall. It was quite late at this point (3-4am) and as a result all the doors to the other rooms were locked as my brothers were either passed out or hooking up. Panic set in, there was no way to control it or stop it at this point, it was gonna happen...I ran to the end of the hall opened up the door to the fire escape stairway and proceeded to call out to the dinosaurs- projectile style. My friend Rich was in his room next to the stairway and heard my wretching and came out to see who was making the ungodly sounds and found me, he grabbed my belt so that I wouldn't join my stomach contents at the base of the stairway and waited til I was done. When I finished he said "That was some impressive puking, I consider myself a connisour, and that was impressive, are you OK?" I said "Yes, but I have Jess in my room down the hall, what am I gonna do now?" He said "Follow me."

We went into his bathroom and he said "Stick out your finger" I did and he squirted a long line of Crest toothpaste on it and said "rub it around in your mouth" I did, I finished and he pat me on the back and said "Now get back in there." I went back to my room where Jess was waiting and ready to resume where we had left off. I was conflicted, I wanted her, but obviously wasn't feeling in peak condition and knew it was totally gross. But my young libido and the fact I liked her so much won out and I proceeded. In the end, she never found out and that night was the beginning of a 2 year relationship- thank god that she never knew that her boyfriend puked in the middle of their first kiss.

Bumper · 01-27-2005

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Originally Posted by Sheristw

Bumper, what are you holding back exactly?

Well, M'dear...enough material for about a six part mini-series. I grew up, in the 50's and 60's, as one of the few protestant guys in a part of town that was almost exclusively first or second generation new Canadians, primarily from France & Belgium. You talk about Catholic! The girls almost all went to girl's schools. Plaid skirts, white shirts, neatly knotted ties, blazers, high socks, sensible shoes, smiles that looked like the grills on '56 Nash Ramblers, barrettes in their hair, ridiculous curfews, the whole nine yards. Total, utter, and complete sexual repression. About half of them ended up as nuns, and the balance ended up vying for the title of "town bike." Seems there was no middle ground. Those were interesting times, Sheri, but Scott's quite correct...if I dwell on it for any length of time...I have to go lie down.

Sheristw · 01-28-2005

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Originally Posted by Bumper

Well, M'dear...enough material for about a six part mini-series. I grew up, in the 50's and 60's, as one of the few protestant guys in a part of town that was almost exclusively first or second generation new Canadians, primarily from France & Belgium. You talk about Catholic! The girls almost all went to girl's schools. Plaid skirts, white shirts, neatly knotted ties, blazers, high socks, sensible shoes, smiles that looked like the grills on '56 Nash Ramblers, barrettes in their hair, ridiculous curfews, the whole nine yards. Total, utter, and complete sexual repression. About half of them ended up as nuns, and the balance ended up vying for the title of "town bike." Seems there was no middle ground. Those were interesting times, Sheri, but Scott's quite correct...if I dwell on it for any length of time...I have to go lie down.

I see. Very well put by the way. You describe gowning up as a Catholic girl to the penny. I went to school in the 70's, but something’s just don't change that much. We had the plaid pleated skirts, crisp white shirts, blazers, high socks and saddle shoes. I think our parents sent us to these private schools to prolong or avoid exposure to "the real world", which is virtually impossible. Once released from "prison" we were thrown into civilization with a bang and it was like placing a 400 pound man who hasn't eaten in 3 months in front of a buffet line. Look out. I became very rebellious and bucked my parents at every corner. I think that all I learned from being cooped up in a private school was that I had missed out on a lot and come hell or high water I was going to make up for lost time. However there was more that went on in those Catholic schools then our parents ever knew about....but I won't get into that or you'll have to go lay down for sure! Thanks for your explanation and glad you aren't mad!

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01-27-2005	#52 (permalink)
SouthernGal beachaholic Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Arkansas Posts: 323	Thought I would join the fun...New Year's eve a couple of years ago I went out with some friends to a party that didn't make. We were bored and trying to find something else to do and someone we knew passed us on the street and called us on the cell to tell us to follow them to a party. We end up driving for over an hour into the middle of nowhere and we're thinking to ourselves that we're going to kill this guy if this party turns out lame. We pull up to this nice house that is totally deserted and we are starting to get pissed, then the guy drives behind the house. OMG it looks like a friggin Wal-Mart parking lot on the day after Thanksgiving. These people bought a double-wide trailor and put it behind their house, just to have parties at. The living room has a kick-ass karaoke machine, the kitchen has everything you'd ever need to mix a drink, and one bedroom is a poker room and one bedroom has a craps table. Needless to say, we got plastered. While my friend and I are enjoying the karaoke machine (there are actually pictures floating around of me with a microphone shoved IN my mouth) we lose track of her husband, who had been sharing a bottle of Wild Turkey with some complete stranger. After another hour of (terrible) singing we decided we'd better find him. We eventually find him passed out cold in the passenger seat of her vehicle with the door wide open. Awww, poor guy, it's cold outside! So we shove him all the way into the vehicle, adjust the seat back for him, and shut the door so he'll stay warm. Then we promptly forget about him. Later, when everyone is leaving, we go back out to the car and find that he has puked ALL over the passenger door and himself. He awoke and thought the door was still open. Oops. We get him out of his nasty shirt, zip him up in a coat, and proceed to drive him home. Cause we figure we're sober enough to drive by now. The next day we call each other and laugh because we drove home in the car with the puke still all over the inside AND we stopped a McD's and got breakfast and ATE it in the car while we're driving! Obviously, we were NOT sober. That was when we made a pact to always have a DD from now on. And to this day you can't talk to her hubby about the story because he is mad that we "deserted him". __________________

01-26-2005	#46 (permalink)
Sheristw into ruins Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: USA Posts: 73	Beachenit, thanks...........I think all us Catholic girls who grew up with strict parents need to stick together. Who knew there was a whole other world out there that didn't involve incense, alter boys, and kneeling! And not necessarily in that order! Going from a private school to a public school was quite eye opening to say the very least.

01-26-2005	#47 (permalink)
Big Kahuna añejo Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: In a land far far away Posts: 1,590	Great story Sheri. That's a true Catholic Girl story if I ever heard one!

01-27-2005	#51 (permalink)
beachenit beachaholic Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: minneapolis, mn Posts: 391	Went to an all girls catholic high school myself, and tappy you are so right about everything. I guess it does not matter were you live, it is all the same. Uniforms, the color may be different, but I bet they were a plaid. In high school , a brown and yellow plaid, they were the uglest things you ever did see. and when anyone would make them alittle shorter, (shit would hit the fan from the nuns) But let me tell you, my parents sent me there because they thought that I would not be exposed to all the partying and drinking and drugs, boy was she wrong. Us catholic girls sure could PARTY (smoke too, and not cigs) Sorry went off topic for a minutes.

01-27-2005	#57 (permalink)
Jimmy-James gotta have it Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Southern, CT Posts: 910	My most embarassing drinking story? Wow, too many to choose, especially from my college days, but one in particular comes to mind. In college I had a huge crush on a girl named Jess, but she didn't know I existed and we had no common friends so I always thought it wasn't meant to be. Haloween came around and I was social chair of my fraternity so I booked a band and we threw a costume party with her sorority. Being that I am 6 foot 4 inches tall, I dressed as Lurch from the Adams Family (in retrospect, not the nest costume to try to pick up women in) and went about my tasks of running the party and making sure everyone was having a good time. Due to the fact that I was in charge and had many jobs to take care of I never got around to eating dinner... BIG MISTAKE (it's now my cardinal rule to eat something if I know I'm gonna have more than one drink) I went about working...and drinking, and got lassoed into doing several shots of bad quality liquor and then at one point I went down to the pool table in the basement by the bar and there was Jess- dressed up as a Hawaiian Hula girl in a bikini top, damn she looked fine. Behind the bar we had an old bell from a ship/boat that we rang occasionaly and I had to go ring it and announce that the band was about to start to play. After doing so, someone came up and tapped me on my back, I turned and saw it was Jess, she said "You rang?" just like Lurch used to say on the Adams Family. We laughed and started talking and really hit it off, we spent the next three hours talking and drinking, we never even made it upstairs to see the band. Things progressed and at the end of the night we ended up upstairs in my room. After more chit-chat and another night cap the moment presented itself and I worked up the courage to kiss her. I leaned over and we began to kiss, it was great, except for one thing....every time I closed my eyes I started get bed spins. I tried to remedy this by opening my eyes while we kissed but she caught me doing this while we kissed and gave me the "What are you doing with your eyes open while we're kissing you freak?" look so I closed my eyes and again the room started to spin. After a few minutes the accompanying nausea set in and it became apparent I was going to chunder. What was I gonna do!? Here I was on my couch, with the girl of my dreams and I'm gonna throw up on her!? I stopped in the middle of the proceedings said "Oh damn, I forgot to do something, hold on one sec" and ran out of the room and down the hall. It was quite late at this point (3-4am) and as a result all the doors to the other rooms were locked as my brothers were either passed out or hooking up. Panic set in, there was no way to control it or stop it at this point, it was gonna happen...I ran to the end of the hall opened up the door to the fire escape stairway and proceeded to call out to the dinosaurs- projectile style. My friend Rich was in his room next to the stairway and heard my wretching and came out to see who was making the ungodly sounds and found me, he grabbed my belt so that I wouldn't join my stomach contents at the base of the stairway and waited til I was done. When I finished he said "That was some impressive puking, I consider myself a connisour, and that was impressive, are you OK?" I said "Yes, but I have Jess in my room down the hall, what am I gonna do now?" He said "Follow me." We went into his bathroom and he said "Stick out your finger" I did and he squirted a long line of Crest toothpaste on it and said "rub it around in your mouth" I did, I finished and he pat me on the back and said "Now get back in there." I went back to my room where Jess was waiting and ready to resume where we had left off. I was conflicted, I wanted her, but obviously wasn't feeling in peak condition and knew it was totally gross. But my young libido and the fact I liked her so much won out and I proceeded. In the end, she never found out and that night was the beginning of a 2 year relationship- thank god that she never knew that her boyfriend puked in the middle of their first kiss.

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