Interesting things done while intoxicated.....

During my college days, my buddies & I (on a bored Fri/Sat night while drinking) would prank call or visit Psychics just for fun. Our quest was to find out what they actually knew about us without giving them any info. 
We found out that:
1) All of these Psychics, fortune-tellers, soothsayers, including the good respectable people on these psychic hot-lines didn't know (beforehand) that we won't be contributing for their services.
2) None of them could answer (properly) why they couldn't win the Lotto themselves.
 
By this time, they basically had a few choice words for us and we were gently escorted out.

I drove way too much.
I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to everyone for greatly endangering their lives during this young, stupid era of my life.

Beagle

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During my college days, my buddies & I (on a bored Fri/Sat night while drinking) would prank call or visit Psychics just for fun. Our quest was to find out what they actually knew about us without giving them any info. 
We found out that:
1) All of these Psychics, fortune-tellers, soothsayers, including the good respectable people on these psychic hot-lines didn't know (beforehand) that we won't be contributing for their services.
2) None of them could answer (properly) why they couldn't win the Lotto themselves.
 
By this time, they basically had a few choice words for us and we were gently escorted out.

then you weren't that drunk!

Well to be honest, I've never been part of the "disorderly" crew....I guess I could be labeled as a mellow/happy drinker.

Russell, reminds me of one of my exploits.  There was a girl I really liked so I decided to climb the exterior of the building to her 2nd story apartment and knock on her window and wake her up.  She was none too happy about it, however we did hook up in the near future.

I missed one of my favorite concerts (Castle Donnington Monsters of Rock 1986)-spent it under the bus .  But 85 & 87 I was consious for and got some great pics. 

I must say I was able to be awake long enuff to listen and check out Ozzy and the Scorps for a little bit if I remember correctly in-between lifting my face outa the dirt 

Most of the stuff I did was only interesting while I was intoxicated. 

Last year I went out with my staff to a pub after a late job.

I stood up, announced that I was headed to the bathroom.  I walked face-first into the doorjamb, pulled back and apologized to it.  Then turned and gave a double thumbs-up motion to everyone.  A half-hour later, they were all scouring the miles-long "underground path" system for me as I never returned.
I had walked/ staggered back to my office, turned off my computer, got my things, got on the subway and headed home.

This was all pieced together the next day from my staff, wife, and the waitresses.

Slugbaby


Last year I went out with my staff to a pub after a late job.

I stood up, announced that I was headed to the bathroom.  I walked face-first into the doorjamb, pulled back and apologized to it.  Then turned and gave a double thumbs-up motion to everyone.  A half-hour later, they were all scouring the miles-long "underground path" system for me as I never returned.
I had walked/ staggered back to my office, turned off my computer, got my things, got on the subway and headed home.

This was all pieced together the next day from my staff, wife, and the waitresses.

You must have a great office.  We don't even have a waitress.

Marcos, right now the waitress has her "office" next door to our official building, but we are her primary source of income.
And Beagle, my staff has 12 arms, 12 legs, but only 1/2 a brain...  and most of it doesn't qualify as cool.

Interesting how I have forgotten most of my past until someone's story here reminds me of more dumb teenager stuff.

We used to have a "game" where we would stand on the rear bumper of Gary's van holding the rear door handle and the roof gutter.  His goal was to drive in a manner that would try to throw us off the van (this is in city streets).

Also we would borrow our parent's car and take turns riding in the trunk while the driver would try to scare the crap out of you.  On my turn in the trunk John was driving his parents brand new car like crazy and then I heard skidding and boom.  Then we drove off all slow. 

When I got out we they explained that he had power-slid into a fire hydrant.  There was a nice hole in the door where the hydrant's spout had penetrated it.  We spent the next 1/2 hour trying to make up a good story including the nun with a baby carriage that pulled out in front of us and sent him on his way to confront the parents.

We drove by later in Gary's van and there in the front yard was his dad wagging his finger at John.  John's head was hanging low and the car door still had a big hole in it.

Those days make for some good stories, but I wouldn't go back for anything - being out of control is no longer amusing, and if I had all the money I spent fueling up and whooping it up...

I am very thankful the good Lord saw fit to protect this idiot on many occasions. I had my parents upset enough without counting the big ones.

amazing we're here to even tell it.

Forgot to mention that I pulled off my skivvies when I got into his bed since I was drunk and thought I was dressed.