crazymikey
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haha,well I'm not much of a drinker to begin with. That story above actually happened with almost all my co-workers present. I may as well tell the whole story,since it is pretty entertaining...
So this is now going back to June '05,shortly after I had just started working at JCI where I was building the seats for Chrysler. I had been there for about 2 weeks and was still in training and just beginning to get to know people there.
One of the first people I met,who started on the same day as me was this really cute girl. Unfortunately at the time,I was still with my ex. Anyways,me and this girl were always hanging out at work together,at breaks,going out for lunch and stuff. She was also in the same boat as me with the excess luggage,except her boyfriend worked at the same place,but on the midnight shift. Anyways,she was always inviting me out after work and stuff,and as friendly as she was,she wanted to be a little more than friends...which I was all for,since things weren't going all that well with my now ex.
So,one day at lunch,she mentions to me it's Karaoke night at the bar,and it's the bar most of the guys go to after work. So we went out that night after work. i left my car and my keys at her house and she said I could stay the night when we got back. We took a taxi down to the bar and met up with everyone from work. Must have been atleast 20-30 people from work there.
We sit down with a few of the guys from the line I work on and right away,we all start drinking. Considering I didn't eat lunch that day,I was running on an empty stomach,so starting to drink probably wasn't my wisest choice. But hey,it's a bar,you drink,right? lol. I get about 4 beers into me and feeling a good buzz when she says "hey,wanna do some tequila shots with me?" I figured why not,and downed 4 shots of tequila. I think that did it right there. I was pretty messed. I sat back down at my table and one guy I worked with kept looking at me to see if I was ok,and every time I saw him look at me I'd just burst out laughing. It was weird,lol. So I sat and tried to regain myself when she comes back with a couple more shots for us both and she's like 'here,these will make you feel better." I don't even remember what it was,but I couldn't pass up free drinks,so I downed about 3 more shots and washed those down with 2 more beers. This is all in the course of about an hour. So,6 beers,and 7 shots on an empty stomach,AND being a lightweight drinker...
I was sitting at the table just completely f**ked out of my mind. I leaned over to her and said I was going to go outside for some fresh air. So I get up and just about fall on my face because I'm so snockered. I stumble my way out to the patio and sat down on a bench in the corner and the last thing I remember from the entire night was falling asleep on the bench.
Now,the rest of the story is all what my co-workers told me,and many people gave me the same story,so it must have been true...
A little while after I fell asleep,the girl came out and woke me up to see if I was ok and I told her I just wanted to sleep,when one of the guys came out to check on me as well. I went to the bathroom to take a piss and when I didn't come back after a while,the guy that came out to check on me found me passed out on the floor in the bathroom. He said he tried giving me a glass of water but I was just sitting on the floor holdining onto the top of the sink with one hand and the glass of water in the other and falling asleep. Finally the bouncers came and told them to get me out of there because I was causing a big line up for the bathroom.
That's the time when most of the people had decided to go to another bar on the other side of town. They remembered I was sleeping outside,so they carried me and put me in the back of one of the guy's cars when I started making funny moans and stuff. One guy said I was fast asleep and that I let out a huge fart and then immediately after farting,I puked all over the back seat of his car. They said everyone was like "aw screw that shit!" and they pulled me out of the car,through my own vomit,hence getting covered in it and they dragged me over to some bushes in the back of the parking lot behind the bar.
When I woke up,it mus have been around 6am,and it was raining. I woke up with a sharp pain in my side and after gathering my bearings,realize it's a branch poking me in the side. I felt like a total wreck and I sat up and saw that I was in a bush and just started laughing and said 'man,that must have been some night...'. Upon inspecting myself,I had lost my baseball cap,and have never found it. My left shoulder and front of my shirt were covered in dried up puke and my goatee was all crusty with dry puke. My belt was undone,and my pants were down around my knees with just my boxers remaining where they should be. I put myself back together and couldn't remember where the girl lived,and I didn't have her phone number.
So,I decide I'll start walking back to the general area that I remember her house was in. After about a good half hour of walking and looking like a total wreck,I finally spot my car sitting in a driveway. The front door to the house was locked,but the garage door was opened about half way so I went in there and went in the house through the garage. There was nobody home,so it seemed,until I found her,still in her work clothes and work boots on,passed out face down on the couch. I looked at the clock and it was 7:15am,so I went to the bathroom and cleaned up as good as I could and crashed on the chair beside the couch till about 11am when I woke up and she still hadn't moved,so I quietly left.
When I got home my mom was like 'where were you lastnight?" and I said "oh,I went camping" and she looked at me funny and asked where and I said "in bush behind the bar."
That all happened on a Friday night. Not knowing we switched shifts on Monday,I showed up to work on the wrong shift,so when I returned Tuesday,everyone was like holy crap he came back. Lots of them thought I would be too embarrassed to come back,but since I don't remember much of the night,there's not much I could really say about it. They all said it was pretty funny and that I got pretty messed up.
As for the chick,she quit about 2 months later and I haven't seen her since,which kinda sucks.
So yeah,that's one reason people call me crazy mikey.