Tagged: Most Embarrassing Night Involving a Toilet

So, I got this message from my buddy Sandy over at TheSandyTongue. A challenge. One that, if asked by anyone else, I probably wouldn’t do… LOL. But his posts keep me in stitches. Even the ones I don’t agree with. I try really HARD not to read his posts at work, because I laugh so loud they KNOW I’m not working! So here goes…

thesandytongueΒ onΒ April 27, 2012 at 2:13 pmΒ said:Edit

Hello dear, I nominated you, enjoy:http://thesandytongue.wordpress.com/2012/04/27/tmi-most-embarrasing-night-involving-a-toilet/

In the fall of 1983 I was a 19 year old mother of 2 and recently separated from husband Number 1, due to finding him screwing a 16 year old in our bed, while my 2 year old was playing in the living room and I was grocery shopping… this happened at 5 weeks post-partum.

Needless to say, I was suffering from raging postnatal depression AND situational depression.

Said ex-husband (may he rest in peace… he died from the affects of alcoholism at the young age of 44) had 2 best friends, Rick and Tom. And they decided we were going out for a night on the town. The “happening place” in good ole Stuart, Florida was The Stage East. **Please note, when I was 19, back in 1983, you could still legally drink alcohol at that age, it changed the following July 1, and my little sister (just 19 months younger than me) had to wait to 21 (not that she did… lol).

Anyhoo… I have not much recollection of that night except I had 3 rum and cokes, 2 Long Island ice teas and 2 pina coladas. We then went to an “after party” at Rick’s house. Where I apparently threw up on every surface of his bathroom, except the ceiling. Although, according to Rick, I almost hit the ceiling with it πŸ™‚ I then passed out, hit my head on the bathtub and woke up in the hospital.

Not a proud moment, to be sure. I have never, ever been drunk since then. I have actually never, ever had more than 2 drinks in one 24 hour setting. I’m the designated driver. I would say that I’ve probably had 3 drinks this year, so far, and the last one was on the plane coming back to China where I dumped 1/2 of one of those little airplane sized Bacardi bottles into a diet coke… the other 1/2 is still in my cupboard… that was February 9th.

I wasn’t invited back out to party with that group. Rick said it took 3 of them 2 hours to clean the bathroom from the vomit and blood… more embarrassing that you can imagine.

And that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!


16 thoughts on “Tagged: Most Embarrassing Night Involving a Toilet

  1. OMG. The infamous Stage East….brings back memories…not all good. πŸ™‚ Though, I must say, I don’t believe any ended as badly as yours. Holy crap! Now I understand why you’re not a drinker. Would probably have cured me as well. Whew!

  2. Wow, good story. I’ve been to Stuart several times for work, it’s not the most “happening” town. Thanks for accepting the challenge. Well done.

  3. I’m with grandma…I haven’t heard this one before either. Sounds like one hell of a night. No wonder you don’t drink much. BTW, you did not mention where I was when you came home from the store. πŸ™‚

  4. You have had an incredible life. I too have left my husband after having 2 amazing children. Although the reasons were different than yours, it seems some people have difficulty growing up. I love reading your blog! Thanks for sharing your life.

  5. yikes! that’d be incentive enough to ration out the drinks! I talk “big talk” about my wine and margaritas. but when I do pour a glass for dinner, it’s not very often that it’s finished by bedtime!

    • Yeah, I was young and dumb… didn’t do it again πŸ™‚ I might have a grand total of 5 glasses of wine a year… just doesn’t do it for me… πŸ˜€

  6. Haha I worked at Stage East from opening day . Great place to work and amazing people to work with. We were all like a great big family

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