drunk at my own wedding! Hello! The next thing I remember after the shot of Jack was my dear friend Heather trying to peel off my dress in my bathroom at home while I sobbed, "I'm so sorry!"

ugh or there was the time I gave a guy a blowjob in the front seat of a car while someone else was driving and there were three guys in the back seat. I later married him... but still.

come to think of it- I was drunk a lot during that relationship.

I think it is part of being too drunk. It makes you extra scared and paranoid, so it take awhile until you do it again. At least you will stay warm. just hang in there -- and if a cop comes by, just tell the truth - you can't drive.

hang in there.

and no I don't want to remember my rally drunk stories.

We had signs that said; Just married segregated

I'm thinking, Deena, I'm thinking! I don't want to traumatize the lurkers. (I think a lurker ought to chime in with a drunk story! Who's got the cajones, hmmm?)

I remember drinking so much one time that I was quite literally seeing, like, quadruple. It was weird and trippy. I felt like The Fly.

most of the stupid shit I did while drunk I managed to get away with. Like the time we got in the car with the two sailors to go to a party and ended up having a really good time.

Deena please don't feel silly.

GC you shouldn't either. Think about how stressful the whole issue has been for you. You aren't protesting a theoretical wrong here. If all that led to too much drinking tonight, so be it. Give yourself a break.

Sorry, can't help you much with drunk stories - I fall asleep before getting drunk.

However, tiroche? The kosher-grape-juice? Something in it makes me very, very tipsy. Every Sedder is such a treat. I finished the last Sedder singing/screaming "One Who Knows". My family closed the windows while trying to shush me up.

We had signs that said; Just married segregated

very clever signs

Ack, Deena. That is scary.

Me, the most interesting drunkenness I have ever had was at the Madison F2F, so I have no stories I'm embarrassed about.

On the other hand, there is something that happened to a friend of mine that never fails to make me feel better about myself.

So, I went to a very conservative college, more or less like the one that vw did not thrive at. One of my male friends there, he told me this one. He'd procrastinated doing laundry one time, so ran out of clean underwear. Having the choice between going commando or wearing repeats, he went commando. About half way through the morning he realized that the reason he was getting odd looks from people is that he had also utterly failed to zip his zipper.