I want to take today’s post to talk about an important topic, the flooding in Nashville. It has not had much coverage in the news and people do not realize the extent of the damage or the gravity of the situation there. So many people have lost everything and the death toll continues to rise. Many business have had serious damage and some like the Opryland Hotel will be closed for at least six months. This will have a huge impact on the Nashville economy. If you want to help you can contact the Red Cross or text REDCROSS to 90999 to make a $10 donation to help those affected by the flooding.

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What if I get drunk at an office event?

I arrived at the club where the benefit was being held all decked out in a gorgeous limited edition dress that looked like it was made for me. I didn’t know anyone there but I had decided I was going to network and had a tiny purse full of business cards. I was a little nervous to introduce myself to people but I knew once the dancing started I wouldn’t be alone for long. I drank while I was working up the nerve to start a conversation. I tried not to drink too fast but I didn’t have anything else to do. One drink turned into two. I found a few people to talk to and finally the dancing started. I danced for a while with my new friend and then we were hot so we hit the bar. Again.

I was getting tipsy after three margaritas in a span of two hours. The tipsier I was, the sassier I got. I found a young guy sitting by himself about 20 minutes before the benefit was over. I decided that I would ask him to dance. He was a little shy and I told him not to be. Young Guy and I were dancing and talking. I was having a good time. He asked me for my number and I gave him my card, one of many I had handed out that evening.

Once the benefit was over I teetered over the cobblestones in my super high heels to my friend’s place. It’s a wonder I didn’t fall on my face. I told myself I wouldn’t stay long. It was weeknight after all. I really wanted to see my friend. I hadn’t seen him in months. Then I would go home.

I got to the party and he was nowhere to be found. I was talking to some very nice people and they offered me a drink. I said no, I wasn’t drinking anymore that night. Then a little while I decided to have a little wine. I kept looking for my friend and every time I found him he disappeared into the crowd. So I grabbed an empty chair to rest my aching feet. An older guy sat down and started talking to me. I really didn’t want to talk to him but I did want to sit down. I gave him my card because it was networking night and I had lost my common sense with the third margarita. Someone came by with a couple of drinks and offered me one. I took it thinking it would maybe make this annoying old guy disappear. It was really good so I drank it quickly and when he came by again half an hour later I got another one. Needless to say I was flat out drunk by this time. The next thing I knew the old guy I was talking to was making out with me. I didn’t want to but I wasn’t sure how to make it stop in my drunken state. Finally I got him off of me and went outside for some fresh air.

I went back inside and was taking lots of pictures. I asked someone to take a picture of me in my hot dress. I started doing all these drunken poses and then they dropped my camera on the floor. I picked it up to survey the damage almost falling on the floor myself. The lens was stuck out and it wouldn’t go back in. I tired to push it but it wouldn’t go back in. I was devastated. I didn’t leave the house without my camera. This sobered me up a little bit and I remembered I still hadn’t talked to my friend. I was ready to go home and cry but I at least had to say hello to him first.

I finally found him and we started having a conversation. After we had been talking for a while I realized that everyone had left and it was just the two of us. We were both leaning up against the wall in the kitchen chatting. The next thing I knew he was making out with me.  I couldn’t believe it. I really didn’t think I was his type and he was 40 years older than me. Two older guys had tried to take advantage of me in one evening. It was time to leave. Somehow, I got control of myself and told him I needed to go home. I looked for my coat and it was gone. Someone had stolen my favorite coat! My camera, my honor and my coat were all gone. I was incredibly upset. He gave me one of his coats and walked me downstairs to get a cab.

I got in the cab and thankfully it wasn’t a long ride. I was almost home, then I leaned over and started puking in the back of the cab. The driver started grumbling and cursing and I instinctively held up the $20 I had in my hand over the partition while I continued to puke. Once I stopped I told him to just pull over and let me out. He obliged and I handed him the $20. I hobbled a few steps to a lamppost and put my hand on it to steady myself and then puked again. Finally having it all out I dragged my sorry ass back to my apartment.

The next morning I woke up and sleepily looked at the clock. It was 10:30 AM. I was supposed to be at work 2 hours ago. Oh god. I threw on a robe and ran to brush my teeth and wash my face quickly. As I was washing my face the doorbell rang. “What NOW?!” I thought as I ran to answer it. There were 10 people outside of my apartment. They needed to check a leak. I was so pissed. “You have to come back in half an hour!” I shouted. I slammed the door and quickly threw on some clothes. I didn’t even know what time I got home last night. I obviously hadn’t turned on my alarm.

I ran downstairs and it was pouring rain. So helpful. I got in a cab and called work to tell them I had overslept and was on my way. After I hung up the phone I realized that they were taking me out to lunch that day for a belated Administrative Professionals Day gift. Because I was “such a great find” and “so good at what I did.” Oh my god. It was only getting worse as the taxi meter ticked off the miles.

I finally arrived at work. The news anchor on the television at my desk was wearing a neon green shirt and I had to look away. I was still a little drunk and the colors were going to make me sick. We were leaving for lunch soon. I really didn’t want sit close to my co-workers for an hour and the last thing I wanted to do was eat but I had no choice.

I survived lunch and their teasing and was starting to feel a little bit better. I checked my email that afternoon and I had a message from Young Guy asking me out. I had no idea what I’d said to him and was embarrassed so ignored it. Twenty minutes later I got another email this time from the older guy whose name was apparently James. “I was kissing your lips and then you disappeared into the night…” OH MY GOD! I remembered I made out with two older guys! Could it get any worse? Oh yes, it could. My leg started itching so I rolled up my pants to see why. There was a huge gash on my knee that I hadn’t noticed in my rush to get out the door. It all came back to me. I was walking out of Cable Guy’s house and I tripped and fell flat on my face in my drunken state. I guess I scraped up my knee in the process. I was horrified.

As the day wore on I realized the potential for more disaster. Had I puked on my brand new limited edition dress or shoes? Could my camera be fixed? I couldn’t even access the pictures to put together the forgotten pieces of the night. I finally escaped the office and ran to the camera shop conveniently located across the street. There was nothing they could do to fix it. They said I would have to send it off to the manufacturer but it would be cheaper and worth it to just buy a new one. I didn’t know what to do. I never left the house without my camera and I couldn’t afford to buy a new one. I only had that one for six months.

I raced home after the bad news almost sick again about what might have happened to my brand new amazing dress and shoes. I looked around but I didn’t see them anywhere. I went to my closet to find that even though I was extremely inebriated I not only managed to avoid my dress and shoes in the process of puking but I also hung up my dress, put my shoes back in their box and my little purse back in it’s protective bag. Whew. I sighed a sigh of relief thinking it was all over and went to my bed to pass out.  Little did I know that this evening would haunt me for an untold amount of time.

Three days later, I got another email from Young Guy telling me that I had helped him to overcome his shyness and I shouldn’t be the shy one now. I still ignored him completely embarrassed at my drunken behavior. I just wanted the madness to stop.

Eight months later I was at Cable Guy’s home again for a party. I brought along a friend for protection and gave myself a two drink maximum. I was talking to some friends and I saw a guy I remembered from the night of debauchery. I remembered he was nice so I struck up a conversation with him.  He said that he tried to email me afterward but I never got back to him. “Oh you did? I don’t remember that.” Then it all came rushing back. I had mistaken his email as being from another older guy. I didn’t even remember kissing him! THREE older men had taken me advantage of that night not just two! Stunned, I said I had been really busy and was horrible at emailing people back. I politely left the conversation and dragged my friend upstairs into a bathroom to tell her the latest and make sure I wasn’t having a nightmare. After she finished laughing hysterically I noticed a pair of lacy panties on the sink. Cable Guy lived alone and was known to be a ladies man. I looked at my friend and said “Well, at least I made it out with my underwear!”

- Submitted by Drunken Debbie

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There was a guy there, Henry. I was crushing on him and I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. He was talking to me and that was progress. We had some shots and some drinks until we were tired of the current bar. We decided to go to the Blind Tiger Ale House all the way across town in the west village. I wasn’t so happy about the trek but they had my favorite beer and Henry was going so I agreed.

We all split up. It had started pouring and there was a good chance we would have to walk all the way across town, as the cabs were scarce. However, I have serious taxi hailing skills so after walking through the rain for a few blocks we found a cab and beat everyone else, including Henry to the bar.

It had stopped raining by the time we got there so we waited outside for some of our friends. Henry arrived with his group shortly after we did so we went inside to get drinks. Of course I had to pee so I went to find the bathroom. He followed me into the bathroom.

“Oh my god! What are you doing?” I said as he shut the door quickly behind him.

“This,” he said as he pulled me close to him and started kissing me. I was a little too drunk to keep him off of me and who am I kidding? I wanted it. Then he hiked me up, putting my legs around his waist, pushing me up against the wall and accidently turning the light off with my back. It was hilarious and I started laughing while he was kissing me. Not very romantic but what is romantic about making out with a guy in the pitch-black bathroom of an NYC bar? I got it together only to hear my friend Jamie out in the hallway. I guess they realized I had gone missing. “Deeeeebiiiiieeeeee? Deeeeeeeeeeeeebiiiieeeee,” she sang in a high-pitched voice. I completely lost control at this point and started giggling again, but tried to do so quietly so she wouldn’t hear me on the other side of the door. My crush was getting irritated that I wasn’t taking our make out session seriously.

I heard Jamie talking to my other friend Leslie contemplating my whereabouts. “Have you seen Debbie?” Jamie asked. “No I thought she went to the bathroom but I haven’t seen her since.”

I couldn’t stop laughing and I still had to pee. The situation was getting dangerous. I tried to tell him to stop. “We really need to get out of here and I still have to pee,” I explained. Instead he started to take my pants off. It was not the time of month for that kind of fun so I told him to stop. “Why?” he asked. “I’m sorry but I’m on my period.” He was not happy about this. “Are you serious?” “Yeah.” He finally let me down and started to open the door.

“Be careful! I came in here because I really had to pee!”  He turned on the light and turned around. Then he left and I followed shortly after.

I went to find my friends and they all asked me where I was. “Yeah, I heard you Jamie. Did you really have to say it like that? Henry followed me into the bathroom and was making out with me while you were outside calling me like my mother did when I was three and hiding from her.” We all started laughing. “This deserves more shots,” Jamie said. “Hey everyone! It’s my friend Jamie’s birthday!” I said. And we headed to the bar once again.

- Submitted by Drunken Debbie

Image by Heather

It takes a lot of guts to walk home the next morning with a penis drawn on your face. But it takes a lot more guts to walk around sober with a penis drawn on your face. Congratulations “Passed Out at the Party” you are our Wasted of the Week!

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Lost on what to do this Halloween besides drink yourself silly? Be sure to check out Flavorpill’s booze-inspired costume selection. My fav obviously goes to the Franzia dude. Class act.

Obviously for all you Drunken Debbies out there that are looking for a slutty costume, scroll all the way to the bottom. Be warned, you must have the cajones (or lady-equivalent) to pull it off.

A friend of mine was throwing a So You Think You Can Dance party where she invited a bunch of her closest girl friends to watch as a group and get drunk on red wine. It was a low-key event but I hadn’t eaten anything all day and apparently most of the other girls didn’t either. We got drunk FAST. I ended up talking to this one girl for about an hour about this and that. We started talking about the new guy I had been seeing and how well it was going but I could tell she was severely toasted as her eyes glazed over and she started swaying back and forth. “Are you OK?” I asked. “Do you want me to get you some water?” I was concerned for her so I reached out my hand to hold her up straight. “I am NOT a lesbian! I don’t like girls!” She answered back. Before I could even remove the look of shock from my face (since I had just been talking about my summer fling for the last 20 minutes) she abruptly passed out on the couch in front of everyone. My friend told me the next day that she had no recollection of what happened the night before but that she had Katy Perry stuck in her head for some unknown reason.

~submitted by Drunken Debbie