Have you ever done something, and when you think back on it, you are so horribly and embarrassingly mortified? Like seriously hating to think about it, can't believe you actually did that? Now maybe I'm being a little dramatic here. Nothing I'm about to tell you about is really that bad. Actually, they are all kind of hilarious.
But it is still something that I look back at and just feel so embarrassed, even though I know that I'm probably the only one that even remembers (or cares) that they happened!
Funny enough, the three stories I'm about to tell you all happened at weddings. Nothing like an open bar with friends to bring out thebest worst in me.
1. A few years ago, one of Doug's college roommates got married. His wife lived next door to Doug and his roommates, and we got to know her and her roommates. Needless to say, it was a rowdy wedding.
It was also a rowdy night before the wedding when we stayed with other friends who were attending same wedding. A game or two 12 of Kings. Me thinking I was being tricky trying to get our friend Jason drunk. Which all just resulted in me being a giant shit show.
Fast forward to the following morning. While getting ready, things started to go downhill- I just wasn't feeling so hot. My friend Jessica's parents were driving us to the wedding so we didn't have to worry about a DD. I ended up in the back seat of a mini van, running late, speeding down a super twisty-turny road. Which resulted in me throwing up in a garbage bag on the side of the road somewhere outside of Columbus. Not to mention it was like 40 degrees and sleeting. Which made me feel even shittier.
I kept having to walk outside during the ceremony for fresh air. There was like a 3 hour break between the ceremony and reception, during which we sat in a bar and I spent at least an hour of that in the bathroom. However, 2 bloody marys later, I finally felt alive again.
Now being the genius I am, you would think that I would slow down my drinking when we got to the reception. But no. Dirty Shirleys were all the rage that night, followed by wine, followed by beer. Which resulted in asking a friends parents (different parents) who were driving us back to the hotel to pull over for me to puke. Again. Looking back, I am totally mortified that I drank so much that I puked in front of TWO sets of my friends parents.
2. Last summer, one of my co-workers got married. Which meant almost our entire office was at the wedding. Now, I love co-worker weddings...a lot. Drinking and dancing and acting a fool with the people I see more than most of my friends? Pretty awesome.
This wedding was amazing. Outdoor, campfire, cornhole, s'mores, amazing DJ and awesome dancing. While my dance moves might not be super stellar, that's not the embarrassing part. My husband and I challenged my old boss and her husband to a cornhole match. Now put me in a competitive situation; no holds barred. Which involved SERIOUS shit talking. Specifically to said bosses husband.
Now, I was pretty close with this boss, and had also gotten to know her husband through events he had attended. They were both relatively young and easygoing. But the following morning when the buzz of a few too many beers wore off, I realized I had made a bit of an ass of myself. Again- I doubt either of them even gave it a second thought, but it kind of makes me squirm whenever I think about it.
3. We were at yet another wedding; this of a friend of ours from OU. She was marrying a Miami of Ohio grad...which means there is a major rivalry in that marriage. She of course decided to wear an Ohio University garter, as a lovely surprise to her new husband. I knew this ahead of time, and had brought the OU flag (the same one that has made an appearance at every Bobcat wedding...) and was ready to bust it out when he took the garter off.
When I did this, I didn't think anything of it. But then Doug made a comment that maybe I got a little too into it and shouldn't have gotten up in his face with the flag. In my white wine induced haze, I didn't see a problem. After Doug made that comment? I have stressed it ever since.
Well, at least until we were down at their house for New Years Eve and I saw that photo dead center in a collage frame in their entryway. Which made me breathe just a little easier.
*Note: All these stories make it sound like I can't handle my booze. I promise I can and I'm not some lightweight. Shit, I went to OU afterall.
But it is still something that I look back at and just feel so embarrassed, even though I know that I'm probably the only one that even remembers (or cares) that they happened!
Funny enough, the three stories I'm about to tell you all happened at weddings. Nothing like an open bar with friends to bring out the
1. A few years ago, one of Doug's college roommates got married. His wife lived next door to Doug and his roommates, and we got to know her and her roommates. Needless to say, it was a rowdy wedding.
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| Drunk eyes and feeding the groom booze. |
Fast forward to the following morning. While getting ready, things started to go downhill- I just wasn't feeling so hot. My friend Jessica's parents were driving us to the wedding so we didn't have to worry about a DD. I ended up in the back seat of a mini van, running late, speeding down a super twisty-turny road. Which resulted in me throwing up in a garbage bag on the side of the road somewhere outside of Columbus. Not to mention it was like 40 degrees and sleeting. Which made me feel even shittier.
I kept having to walk outside during the ceremony for fresh air. There was like a 3 hour break between the ceremony and reception, during which we sat in a bar and I spent at least an hour of that in the bathroom. However, 2 bloody marys later, I finally felt alive again.
Now being the genius I am, you would think that I would slow down my drinking when we got to the reception. But no. Dirty Shirleys were all the rage that night, followed by wine, followed by beer. Which resulted in asking a friends parents (different parents) who were driving us back to the hotel to pull over for me to puke. Again. Looking back, I am totally mortified that I drank so much that I puked in front of TWO sets of my friends parents.
2. Last summer, one of my co-workers got married. Which meant almost our entire office was at the wedding. Now, I love co-worker weddings...a lot. Drinking and dancing and acting a fool with the people I see more than most of my friends? Pretty awesome.
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| Sweaty messes |
Now, I was pretty close with this boss, and had also gotten to know her husband through events he had attended. They were both relatively young and easygoing. But the following morning when the buzz of a few too many beers wore off, I realized I had made a bit of an ass of myself. Again- I doubt either of them even gave it a second thought, but it kind of makes me squirm whenever I think about it.
3. We were at yet another wedding; this of a friend of ours from OU. She was marrying a Miami of Ohio grad...which means there is a major rivalry in that marriage. She of course decided to wear an Ohio University garter, as a lovely surprise to her new husband. I knew this ahead of time, and had brought the OU flag (the same one that has made an appearance at every Bobcat wedding...) and was ready to bust it out when he took the garter off.
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| Yep. That's me in the grooms face with the flag. |
Well, at least until we were down at their house for New Years Eve and I saw that photo dead center in a collage frame in their entryway. Which made me breathe just a little easier.
*Note: All these stories make it sound like I can't handle my booze. I promise I can and I'm not some lightweight. Shit, I went to OU afterall.
