In honor of the St. Patrick’s Day hangover here is a St. Patrick’s Day funny drunk story.

I went out drinking with my friends on St. Patrick’s Day a few years ago. We met up at the parade on our lunch break and started drinking the second we got out of work. We had green beer galore and lots of whiskey. I lost count after the 4^th shot. We didn’t eat dinner because we were too busy drinking and kissing girls who had on the “Kiss me I’m Irish” t-shirts.

After about 3 AM we decided to be responsible and call it a night. I was pretty hungry when I got home after all the drinking and kissing.  I got some cereal to eat and passed out on the table. I woke up a few hours later to get ready for work and noticed I had left the cereal out. Only, it wasn’t cereal… it was Meow Mix!

- Submitted by Wasted Willy

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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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