Originally Posted by
StreetHazard
my girlfriend had a very sweet, romantic idea to take me to a nice "lounge" in midtown for my birthday (just me and her). The kind of place you have to dress up for, valet parking and such.
I walk in and go straight for the bar (she's paying, its my birthday remember?) and I proceed to drink that motherfucker empty...steady drinking greygoose vodka, bottled water and redbull as a chaser. The room starts to spin and I know its time for me to go, I make it to the parking lot before falling facedown on the asphalt in my khakis and dress shirt. my G/F wakes me up..
G/F>>> "baby, baby....you gotta get up there going to call the police
Me>>> "jkhfdskjdvoiuio.......goiuiugrosibhfzvbnjuiu"
G/F>>> "seriously baby we gotta get out of here, get in the fucking car
I manage to get in the car somehow, but further on down piedmont ave...
ME >>> "pull over ima be sick"
she instantly pulls into somebodys driveway and I roll out of the car and fall into the bushes in the front yard, projectile vomiting like the exorcist, then dry heaving like im trying to pull my balls up out of my mouth.
then I blackout
I kinda remember someone calling my name and pulling me
GF >>> "GET UP DAMMIT, GET IN THE FUCKING CAR, I CANT CARRY YOU...your too heavy.....please get in the car"
ME >>> "I cant....I just cant....just leave me here , I promise ill stay here, just let me sleep....I need to sleep....
I woke up to daylight peering through bushes and the sound of rushing traffic, soggy wet from the morning dew. Somehow I was in an office park down the street underneath the bushes.
happy birthday tooooo meeeee......happy birthday tooo meeeee
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