Strangest Place you have ever awakened in

[Prime Time]

Can anyone translate........

HX is talking funny again!!!

bird=woman or girl - at least I hope so

old boy=could mean almost anything but I'm guessing his penis :eek:

scarpered=to depart in haste(that one I had to look up)

You're welcome.

 

[Oldgeek]

Playing poker with friends when I was 19. It was getting late and I had to work the next day so we pass the bottle of Seagram 7 around to finish it. That was the last thing I remember until I wake up with the sun and sweating like a pig. I am in my car surrounded by corn stalks. My friends had driven me ten miles from home out into the middle of a huge corn field. I'm still fairly drunk but I decide I need to go home and get ready for work. I back out of the corn field and figure out where home is. I get a quick shower and decide I feel good enought to go to work at the warehouse. Dumb
I was July in St Louis, warehouse was 95 degree and I'm so sick, I walk from trash can to trash can puking all day. My buddies put me in a hideout area to sleep it off so I wouldi't get fired. They wake me when it is time to go home. That was the last time I drank Seagrams 7 and the last time I got drunk with that group of friends.

 

[fearsomefour]

It didn't matter, people were just playing on other courts and I had to get back to the hotel. At least I was in great shape!

Good point.
Being in great shape helps. There was a time it wouldn't bother me all that much, now, yikes....

 

[fearsomefour]

Playing poker with friends when I was 19. It was getting late and I had to work the next day so we pass the bottle of Seagram 7 around to finish it. That was the last thing I remember until I wake up with the sun and sweating like a pig. I am in my car surrounded by corn stalks. My friends had driven me ten miles from home out into the middle of a huge corn field. I'm still fairly drunk but I decide I need to go home and get ready for work. I back out of the corn field and figure out where home is. I get a quick shower and decide I feel good enought to go to work at the warehouse. Dumb
I was July in St Louis, warehouse was 95 degree and I'm so sick, I walk from trash can to trash can puking all day. My buddies put me in a hideout area to sleep it off so I wouldi't get fired. They wake me when it is time to go home. That was the last time I drank Seagrams 7 and the last time I got drunk with that group of friends.

You gotta love the logic of the young persons mind.
I have to work early....that means drink fast....

 

[LesBaker]

I have another story.

It's difficult to fathom but I was smart enough to graduate HS very early. I was not yet 17, 16 and a half LOL. Shortly after I turned 17 I moved out (errrr got kicked out) and was a wild child on the loose.

Anyway a guy I met who was 22 and just out of the Air Force was living in the same dumpy apartment building looked like me and had a military ID I used to use to get into bars. Well we got a wild hair and ended up driving to Atlantic City, this was just after gambling had been made legal, maybe 2 or 3 years afterwards, so the place was hopping as there was no other place to gamble other than Las Vegas.

Long story short we were in Bally's casino playing slots and I hit for a couple of hundred bucks. Back then that was a lot more than it is now of course so we hit the bars to live it up. I don't have any recollection of where we went, what we drank, or what we did.

I woke up on the beach, which was crowded by then, wrapped up in a sheet and no clothes anywhere around me. There were zillions of people, including families all around. I was in a panic, and I mean a real panic. However I found my buddies van after walking around for awhile, with a sheet acting as a toga, and he was in it passed out on a comforter. Thankfully my clothes were safe in the van.

He filled me in on details after I banged on the window long enough to wake him up. We ended up in a hotel room with a couple of chicks and then decided we would go to the beach and play around, that's where the sheet and comforter came from.

I have SO many stories like this. When I was 17 he and I hitchhiked all over the country for 9 months. It was an amazing adventure and I wish everyone could have experienced it. I learned A LOT at a very, very early age. We did so many crazy things. I haven't talked to him in about 10 years, but we stayed in touch for many, many years and when we got together we always retold tales from that trip. I think most people who heard them thought we were lying, but we weren't. It was a massive adventure.

I wish at this moment I could find him, it would be a hoot.

In fact does anyone here have any people finding skills?

I know his name and I recall the first 3 digits of his social since it was on the ID of his I used to get into bars.

 

[Memento]

It depends on what your definition of waking up is. If it's the feeling of being awake, but not really being awake, then I could name quite a few things. Not so many if it's not.

 

[Selassie I]

I have another story.

It's difficult to fathom but I was smart enough to graduate HS very early. I was not yet 17, 16 and a half LOL. Shortly after I turned 17 I moved out (errrr got kicked out) and was a wild child on the loose.

Anyway a guy I met who was 22 and just out of the Air Force was living in the same dumpy apartment building looked like me and had a military ID I used to use to get into bars. Well we got a wild hair and ended up driving to Atlantic City, this was just after gambling had been made legal, maybe 2 or 3 years afterwards, so the place was hopping as there was no other place to gamble other than Las Vegas.

Long story short we were in Bally's casino playing slots and I hit for a couple of hundred bucks. Back then that was a lot more than it is now of course so we hit the bars to live it up. I don't have any recollection of where we went, what we drank, or what we did.

I woke up on the beach, which was crowded by then, wrapped up in a sheet and no clothes anywhere around me. There were zillions of people, including families all around. I was in a panic, and I mean a real panic. However I found my buddies van after walking around for awhile, with a sheet acting as a toga, and he was in it passed out on a comforter. Thankfully my clothes were safe in the van.

He filled me in on details after I banged on the window long enough to wake him up. We ended up in a hotel room with a couple of chicks and then decided we would go to the beach and play around, that's where the sheet and comforter came from.

I have SO many stories like this. When I was 17 he and I hitchhiked all over the country for 9 months. It was an amazing adventure and I wish everyone could have experienced it. I learned A LOT at a very, very early age. We did so many crazy things. I haven't talked to him in about 10 years, but we stayed in touch for many, many years and when we got together we always retold tales from that trip. I think most people who heard them thought we were lying, but we weren't. It was a massive adventure.

I wish at this moment I could find him, it would be a hoot.

In fact does anyone here have any people finding skills?

I know his name and I recall the first 3 digits of his social since it was on the ID of his I used to get into bars.

I knew this would end with you being naked.

 

[LesBaker]

I knew this would end with you being naked.

The best stories usually do!!!


I have a lot of memories from that 9 month journey.

We left Cleveland and hitchhiked to Fon du Lac Wisconsin, which is where he grew up and his parents lived. I watched the Rams v. Steelers SB there. From there we went through the midwest to Denver. We spent a month or so there then left to go to Florida to find a girl he knew. She wasn't there of course but we had a blast on the way there.

Do you recall those red circular drum like things that were in truck stops that you could spin to see how far you were from different cities? A couple of times we just spun them and went to whatever city it landed on just because we had no issues with time or place. It was a sense of freedom that I can't convey in writing. We pinballed all over the midwest and south for weeks on end. Tennessee? No problem lets go! Indiana? Sure lets go take a look at it! St Louis? Sure why not!

We spent several weeks in Clearwater and spent a lot of time at Caribbean Jack's, I wonder if it's still there. Then we headed up the freeway to come home.

I remember going to a party at a high school friends house shortly after getting home. Everyone was like me, just graduated, or a senior in HS. I was so much more grown up than everyone because of the experience and I vividly recall thinking that they were like children and didn't understand much about life. I didn't either at that age, but boy I had seen and done more than everyone else in the party combined.

I don't know how many thousands of miles we clocked, but it was a lot........A LOT.

 

[Ramsey]

I can see the inspirations behind your avatar names. I get it now! I would be an angry ram too, if I woke up with a crick in my neck, in a car in a McDonald's parking lot. X marks the spot, although X may have passed out limping into her ground zero, at least X didn't vomit into her mouth while French kissing her. A friend of mine did that at "Last Call", with a blonde in a bar on lovers barstools. Elmgrovegnome is still bending over and trying to blend into the yard. RamsinLA wishes he was in LA instead of Vegas. Of course, Ozark should be scared- he could have been ate by cannibals. Primetime doesn't waste blackouts- He meets Santa Cops and gets betrothed. Maybe X, Angry Ram RamsinLA and Primetime were the inspiration for The Hangover.

My story comes from Soberville. I wasn't drunk at the time. I was a freshman at North Texas State University. Back in 79' freshmen guys were placed in a dorm called "The Zoo". No air conditioning! Anyway, I journeyed on foot across campus, to meet Jane, in her plush high rise dorm and we got down and dirty in the dark. Jane was a big breasted, brunette senior- clingy type. Let's just say I went down on her and munched on her buffet. I couldn't see anything- it was dark.. Jane insisted on darkness. Around 8:00 PM she came, and I left on foot. Smiling to myself I went down the elevator. I noticed the couple occupying the elevator with me, stuck to the opposite corner. My afterglow must be radiant. I walked across campus, attracting more then casual glances, finally I emerged into The Zoo's common TV room. My fellow freshmen were huddled around the boob tube. For some unfathomable reason they finally noticed how special I am. They stared at me like I had a third eye. I continued down the hall, noticing I was being avoided by everyone I walked by. I began to wonder... Do I got B.O? I entered my dorm room, turned on the stereo, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I could still taste Jane. I looked into the mirror and to my horror, My face and white t-shirt weren't white anymore. I was completely covered in menstrual blood, a blood clot hanging off my ear. I looked liked I had stabbed a family to death!

 

[RhodyRams]

 

[Memento]

Okay, here is my "waking up" moment.

I "woke up" in a Baltimore hospital during the riots. I had "fallen asleep" after meeting a friend in Chicago the night before.

That's why you don't do hospital drugs, kids.

 

[ozarkram]

Somebody please give Ramsey some sort of award for that last post. I mean dam. That's good stuff.

 

[Oldgeek]

Ramsey.... didn't you notice it had a gamey taste?

 

[RAMSinLA]

I can see the inspirations behind your avatar names. I get it now! I would be an angry ram too, if I woke up with a crick in my neck, in a car in a McDonald's parking lot. X marks the spot, although X may have passed out limping into her ground zero, at least X didn't vomit into her mouth while French kissing her. A friend of mine did that at "Last Call", with a blonde in a bar on lovers barstools. Elmgrovegnome is still bending over and trying to blend into the yard. RamsinLA wishes he was in LA instead of Vegas. Of course, Ozark should be scared- he could have been ate by cannibals. Primetime doesn't waste blackouts- He meets Santa Cops and gets betrothed. Maybe X, Angry Ram RamsinLA and Primetime were the inspiration for The Hangover.

Very clever...