Quote Originally Posted by Greddypacked View Post
Same here... regardless of how much I dranked lol. I still handle it well and dont be a fool. Now if a fight breaks out I will run in it. I like breaking up fights or getting in it if it happens. Broke up a huge one in Nashville Tennessee in this like 4 story club. These two huge guys probably about 6' 3-4" tall were about to beat each other up and I bum rushed them and got in the middle of it. I yelled CHILL OUT, and they looked at me like then want to pull my arms off lol. Well the cops and security got there and arrested them. After that people were going hea there's the HERO lol.
Lol. I am normally the one to break up fights when I am sober, but even still sometimes I know to keep my distance because I'm sure it won't take much to put me on the floor by some angry person' punch lol.








Ok, so I DO have one more story.

Me and an ex went to a club because their friend was having a party in the VIP section. Well, we got in there and both got wasted (it's easier for him because he's such a lightweight)! I was dancing on the couch shaking my ass through the glass at the people that weren't in VIP and he was dancing. I randomly danced with some guy (I thought it was my boyfriend, but it was some other guy) and my boyfriend got mad because I wasn't dancing with him. I got hot and wanted to go outside because shit was starting to spin, I was hot, and was starting to feel sick. We make it outside and I wanted to sit on the steps but the security wouldn't let me so I sat on the ground by the wall. My boyfriend was out there trying to help me but I didn't want help so I guess I made a big scene and he got in trouble with the security guards. As I am sitting down on the ground, this homeless man comes over to us and telling us why he needs to treat me good and we need to stay together lol. I didn't want to hear anymore so I wanted to go back inside. The security guard wouldn't let him back in so he sends me to get his jacket inside. While I am inside looking for his jacket, he is outside talking to random people in the VIP line being silly lol. I swear it felt like it took me forever to find that damn jacket. I don't even remember looking at people. Everything was a blur and the floor was slippery. I finally found the jacket and go outside. We make it to the car and pass out! All night I would have to reach over him to open his door so he could throw up because he was throwing up in his sleep and didn't realize it (I'm a light sleeper). And after he would throw up, I would throw up. This continued all night while I also found his spare key (don't know how I knew where it was) started the car and would put my hand on the gas to warm the car up because it was cold as hell outside. All night I took care of him. We woke up in the morning with a little of vomit on both of us, vomit outside on both sides of the car, and looking a hot damn mess. He was like what happened. I had to tell him how I took such good care of him although I was more fucked up then him. Oh we later found out that the homeless guy that was talking to us, jacked his phone!!
He is still a light weight when it comes to drinking!