re: Do you wander off from your group when you get drunk?

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Murray

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Guilty as frick

Oh, it was a great night. Not sure how well it translates but :

Some friend of mine was being super awkward towards this super hot chick and some chick who was cutish but definitely a dyke (no offense is meant by this term, but I don't know any other term for a chick who comes across as a kinda rough weathered chick). She had a Mohawk, was wearing a leather vest and had a fricking Bowie knife. My my buddy hit on the super hot chick and they kinda got insulted so they tell this dude to duck off but tell me to stay. I proceede to spend the next several hours with these chicks having awesome adventures. Me and the cultish dyke split a bottle of whiskey between us. She is fricking downing that thing better than a lot of men I know. I'm doing my work on the super hot chick and she's receptive to a point. I'm definitely sending non-verbal signals and she's eatingresponding favorably.

We end up going to an apartment complex we both live in. They take me on a weird trip of odd residents and I meet all sorts of strange and unique people. Good fun.

At one point though, the dyke pulls out her Bowie knife and threatens to cut my balls off. Go figure.

Near the end of the night, the super hot chick (very feminine I might add) starts making out with the dyke. And then she turns to me and is like "i don't like boys but you're welcome to join in." The dyke almost ignores me completely and the super hot chick is most certainly not focused on me but it was still worth it.

Eventually I go back to my apartment. The next morning I wake up to the super hot chick jumping in my bed and I get super super super excited. And then she says "we lost it. We lost it."
"huh"
"The Bowie knife. Help us find it. We don't remember where we were last night."
So I tell them I'll help them find it if they make me coffee. The dyke is pissed by this request. Once I go down to the super hot chick's apartment m, in realize that the super hot chick is fully a lesbian and had a girlfriend (not the dyke). And I realize I have no shot. She still seems receptive in a way but ehh, it's hard to explain. Anyway, we try to spend the next several hours finding the knife but we can't find it and I only see the super hot chick once again and that was my last true "this is college" night.

I was just telling my husband he does this. I can not speak for his stories when such things occur.

Went on a summer break trip with some college friends. Went to party of one of their friends, drank a bunch of shite and don't remember much after that. Apparently from what I have been told I went super paranoid and started screaming about how all the party goers were going to kill me and ran off. A few people chased me but they said I went full terminator chase mode and bolted the frick out.

I woke up in the bushes of some business about a mile from our hotel. The party was 10-15 miles from the hotel. I had some receipts from a gas station for gasoline and a bar for more drinks than I could drink by myself, but it wasn't an absurd amount. Nothing that would bother me spending. Apparently someone got some gas and a few drinks off me. They probably tried to find where I was staying and just gave up. Hope they had a fun time.

Nothing was stolen, I was in college before smartphones. Hell I may have offered drinks and gas for a ride, no idea. Ive always wanted to know what happened. Should of went back to the bar and asked the bartenders.

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Vegas. Not a group, but Mrs. Alum got "put to bed" early. This was about 7:30. I was ROLLING..

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I bet that was a blast on "X". Sounds like an adventure.

Just down the street to your moms house