Drinking Stories

I had a girl tell me I was the biggest asshole she's ever met on Friday night. I then laughed.

Ok, here goes another story because Draco called bullshit on me.

The Lake Party

This took place a couple of years ago when I was 18. Me, my friend Ryan, my friend Chris, and 4 girls meet up at this gas station and get everything ready to go out to this house on a lake. One of the girl's aunts owned the house and said we could use it while she was away. We leave the gas station at like 9:00 pm. I have no idea where it's at so I'm following the girls' car. It takes an HOUR AND A HALF to get to this place. I had no idea it was going to take that long so I'm ready to just get completely drunk when we arrive. It's a small lake community and we noticed that there aren't any lights on anywhere. No street lights, no lights in houses.. so guess what! The power was out to the whole lake when we arrive!

I'm not driving an hour and a half back so we make due with what we have. We found enough candles and flashlights to illuminate the dining room enough so we could play flippy cup. If you don't know what that is, get out more. So we then proceed to get drunk by candle light for like 4 hours. We're all pretty drunk at this point (about 1:00 am or so) when one of the girls mentions we should play spin the bottle. Why the fuck not, right? So the 7 of us sit down in a circle and right away one of the girls says "Girls have to kiss girls but guys don't have to kiss guys." - this is the best idea I've ever heard. So it starts out pretty innocent enough with a couple pecks here and there until it gets boring; so the rules need changing. You have to makeout with the person the bottle lands on. Then it turns into you have to makeout for at least 15 seconds. It's definitely a sight to behold when you have two drunk girls just going at each other. Hello, boner! I end up making out with all 4 girls, but this one girl we just had a connection when we were making out. She was all over me. So... the game ends and some people go outside to do whatever, but the girl that liked me starts giving me a hella nice lapdance. I, of course, want things to get a little more physical and suggest we go upstairs. She agrees but wants to take a couple of shots first.

I'm already hammered from flippy cup(this was back when a couple of beers would get me wasted), but I do a couple of shots of Jack??(Captain Morgan? Some fucking whisky.. I can't remember which) with her. And all of a sudden: THE LIGHTS COME ON!! We've been drinking by candle light for like 5 hours now and the lights finally come on at like 3:30 am. So the girls want to dance. On comes the rap music and everyone is grinding on each other.. girls are still making out while dancing, it's a great time.

And then the liquor hits me. I am fucked up. I go outside and puke my brains out. This blows. I have a girl that wants to fuck me and I can't stop puking, good job Thanatos! I end up passing out in my truck at 5:00 in the morning. I woke up at 6:30 and made the hour and a half drive home to my hometown. I have never had a worse drive in my entire life. I got lost at least 3 times because it was pitch black when I made my way out there. I finally get home and ass out till the afternoon.

All in all, it was still one of the best nights of my life. Nobody's phone got reception where we were so the 7 of us were just in our own little, alcohol-induced, bottle-spinning world. Getting laid would have been the icing on the cake, but turns out that wouldn't matter because that girl and I started dating a couple of weeks later and I made up for that night.