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Originally Posted by SuzeQuze
I walked all over town in the dark too. I never even worried which astounds me now.
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I can't believe I was in the WOODS. Alone. At Night. Every weekend. And my parents had no clue, so if something did happen, nobody would have known until my drunken friends figured it out a day or 2 later that I hadn't shown up to the party.
Good (and by good I mean bad) drunk story. After driving around with hot drunk Monte Carlo guy one evening, we went to a party & got drunker. He drove me home & I walked in & my mother was yelling at me for being late. I went to my room & realized I had to puke.
So I ran down the hall into the bathroom & spun around fast to shut the door behind me. Well, during my uncoordinated spin, I slipped on the bathroom throw rug & fell backwards into the bathtub (which was directly to the right as soon as you walked in.) In doing so, I broke the soapdish off the wall
with the back of my head (you know, those ceramic ones cemented to the wall to match the rest of the ceramic tile all over the shower wall?) So of course I black out & pee my pants.
Nice. Thank God we didn't have those glass shower doors yet.
I wake up about 10 seconds later to my mother slapping me awake. She thought I was dead. I got undressed & went to bed. Woke up the next morning to her feeling around the back of my skull to make sure I hadn't bled to death in the night (she had done that several times during the night, apparently.) Never was I so embarrassed or disgusted with myself. My poor mother. My poor head. I had a bump on my head, but instead of the usual "goose egg" round one you get when you bump your head, it was an oblong one that ran the whole length of the base of my skull.
