My Life As A Middle Child - Putting Together The Pieces

I'm late and it's Way Back Wednesday...

OK, I must post before the stroke of midnight so that I can make Way Back Wednesday. OK Mama Duck has really done it this time.

This week's theme is: Education & Inebriation

I can't actually post any pictures, as I never went to college to have any taken (I got married at 19), and all my partying was done in my teens and none of us could actually hold a camera very long to take pics once we started drinking. So as not to be left out (and suffer the embarrassment of being laughed at by Mama Duck), I will post a story.

Please keep in mind that up until the time I was 15, I was a total geek and then, once I turned 15, I decided I needed to make up for lost time.

It was the night before my 16th birthday when some of the guys that I hung out with realized that I was going to be 16 the next day and decided that I needed celebrate. They decided that they were going to take me out and show me a good time (before you even think it, not that kind of a good time, we were all close and I was like a little sis to them.) We all piled into S's vehicle and went to 7-11 where S could get served. They bought me a pint of Jack and also purchased a couple of cases of beer.

After purchasing the booze needed for this little party, they took me to a park down by the river and told me they were keeping me out all night. When we got there, they had me take shots of Jack and then chase it with the beer. I thought I would die when I did the first one, then I decided it wasn't so bad and kept going. We actually had a great time, telling stories and jokes. They guys even had a fun time playing catch with my shirt. (Must add comment here: the style back then was to wear a tube top and then wear a button up type of shirt over it and to tye the button up shirt at the bottom. However, my bday is in the middle of July and it was freakin hot out, therefore, I had taken off the outer shirt, my tube top never left my body.) We continued to drink and laugh and sing in the park until the police came. They were notorious for hopping the curb and driving down the walk area. We jumped up and started running and fast as we could for drunk people, into the park and up a huge hill. All the time we are running, I am trying to pass all the booze I have to one of the guys as he was older than me and the other 2 are trying to get my shirt out of the tree they had hung it in. We finally got up to the top of the hill in the park, dropped to the ground and started rolling with laughter.

I did manage to finish off the pint of Jack and I don't know how my beers I consumed that night, but I just know that when we got back to S's car, I was so trashed that I couldn't stop giggling and laughing. S took us back to his house to pass out for awhile and all I can remember is him saying Shhhhh your gonna wake my mom. I woke the next morning (fully clothed) with the biggest hangover of my life. When I got home, Mom & Dad were both gone (thank god), I prayed to the porcelain god for awhile and then took a cold shower and passed back out still in my towel. When I woke up, my tongue was actually black from all the Jack. UGH!!! Needless to say, I spent most of my 16th Birthday sleeping and puking. From that day forward, Jack and I have no longer been friends. Just the smell of jack brings back memories from my 16th bday and has me gagging.

Ok, in reading this, it was not near as interesting and funny as it was living it... I guess you had to be there, or maybe just be really really drunk!

Pieces being sorted by KGrams at 7/20/2005 10:12:00 PM