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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
I've been known to injure myself on most minor holidays that involve drinking (I don't have a problem; why do you ask?), so I'll limit my response to only two of them (sorry, the first one is quite long):
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Multiple stories seem appropriate, but I'll limit to three short ones:
St. Patrick's day, Chicago, visting friends and go out on town. Woke up the next morning in jail. Never fully understood the charges, and have no memory of what actually happened, but luckily got an Irish judge. Friends looked at me strangely for a while, but never filled me in. Ever.
New Years Eve, while in college. OK, maybe News Years Eve shouldn't count. But this was a bit much. Proposed certain activities to woman who then informed me she was sleeping with my father. Not that she was entirely adverse to such activities. Mom and Dad split up a couple years later.
New Years Eve, also in college. Proposed to sister's cute friend. She said yes. Moments later, fell through plate glass. Bled profusely.
I don't drink much any more.
