Sharin fabs because that is the fab thing to do and my birthday is fab! Way too much fab in that sentence, no? Anyway - leave me a comment telling me a story about your craziest night of debauchery and the hangover which ensued for a chance to win! Mr Randomizer pics the winner in 3 days time at the stroke of midnight! i.e. Friday Feb1 1st 11:59:59 PM
Here they are - an assortment of blues/greens for stash building - all 1/2 yards excpet that crazy aloha print on the end - he is a quarter - WAMP WAMP. Sorry for the bad photo - but trust me the fabs are still FAB
ciao bellas!
kim
ps - no story of debauchery (or even attempt) is failure to win fabrics - understood? I need details people!
I'm going to be the first brave soul! So my friend decided to quit grad school and he went out with all of us and told us at the bar that he was leaving that weekend. Someone had the best idea to do shots of tequila. I only had one, but I also had a few drinks that were basically like long island ice teas with juice instead of coke in a short amount of time. I ended up stealing the show at his going away party (because let's face it, I'm way more fun) and kind of felt bad for it. I also told him that I ruined his life and I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I WOULD SAY THAT. My other friend and his fiance took it upon themselves to take me home and they got me in my house and into bed. Almost immediately after they left, the room began spinning and the puking began. Oh lord. That was awful. The next morning it took all that I had to focus on getting myself to the bank. That is, after I slept until almost noon. Dang.
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ReplyDeleteLet's see, there was the crazy weekend in Texas, but that's never getting written down anywhere because I don't want it in writing.
I am generally rather introverted, but when I get drunk I am apparently hilarious to everyone else, and downright horrifying to myself the next morning. In that "omg did I really SAY THAT" sorta way. Like the time I got super drunk at a conference and told my advisor that he was a horrible advisor because he was intimidating and did inhuman amounts of work so no one could possibly live up to that sort of expectation. (Seriously, why do all the conferences have lots of alcohol where you can make an ass of yourself in your professional life??)
At another conference (you'll notice a theme) one of the profs on my thesis committee (the one I gave the nyan cat quilt to) basically told me he was going to keep buying me drinks because it was cheap amusement. (I'm sure the Chapter 9 people would have loved that) This is what I mean by saying really embarrassing stuff. Sadly, I have blocked most of it from memory.
That same conference, which was in Bordeaux, France, I went to a pre-drinking drinking event before the big fancy dinner at the town hall for the conference go-ers. The drinks were incredibly strong at the pre-drinking drinking event. I staggered over to the town hall where they had pre-dinner wine, and then they sat us down to have an incredibly formal French dinner. It came with 6 wine glasses. SIX. Each course used a different glass.
The food was incredibly formal and rich and okay I'll say it, really gross. I was also feeling incredibly ill at this point.
We got done with the main course, and I was like "oh thank god I can escape now."
Oh no.
The waiter came out and put a huge platter of the most incredibly pungent and foul-looking cheeses next to me. Apparently I literally turned green.
Two courses later I finally was able to escape back to the hotel. I have never felt so ill due to drinking in my life.
Oh Alison! I can beat that!I went away for a girls weekend with two firned. The first night we wen tto the hotel bar for happy hour and I don't rememeber leaving. Aparrently I cried told my friend all the reasons why our relationship had gone wrong and then cried at the bartender. My friends put me to bed (at about 9pm) and I woke up so sick that I spent the next day in bed whil ethey went shopping. So the NEXT day we went out, but I was still hungover. That's right. A TWO DAY hangover.
ReplyDelete(Hope you don't have that for your birthday!! Wishing you lots of quilting goodness tied up with string :-])
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When I was about 23 or so my husband and I and an other couple decided to make 4 different versions of martinis and try them all. This was also the Fourth of July. After having at least 4 martinis each, we went to the local fireworks and were quite obnoxious, and much to my friend's shame, many of her students from the local high school were there to witness. Needless to say there was much sleeping/sicking the next morning for all involved - although my husband pulled himself together enough to go to work!
ReplyDeleteI haven't had a martini since that night, over 10 years ago.
I guess I have no chance to win then lol, I don'tt have a story as I never drink alcohol due to health reasons *shrugs* the fabrics are still beatiful though, next time ;)
ReplyDeleteHmmm.... my most memorable drinking experience I can talk about publicly {LOL} was the time my friend and I were drinking and I started singing some REBA into the fan and I went on and on about how cool my voice sounded thru the fan... good times.
ReplyDeleteThat's it... I live a pretty boring life otherwise... LOL
Happy birthday! As for debauchery, probably the night my friends and I stole a street sign... It was in college, naturally, and my best friend from high school was visiting. A group of us were wandering around town (I won't say which) after some party looking for something else to do when we came up with the grand idea. We got a wrench from someone's car, then patrolled campus until we found a random sign in a parking lot that looked a little loose. We took turns banging it with the wrench until it fell. I picked the sign off the ground and bolted, leaving the group behind. They found me later waiting for them by a parking meter (they all claim I was hiding, but I was just waiting). Then we went to the grocery store and picked up some chicken nuggets and honey and all passed out in my dorm room watching "Mean Girls." My roommate may or may not have also had some semi-random guy in her bed.
ReplyDeleteOkay, Kim. I got most of the debauchery out of my system in my underage days. A coed group of us went to Daytona Beach for our senior year spring break in high school. (Parents! Do not let your children do this!) As you can imagine, there was plenty of debauchery to go around, but on one particularly (not so) memorable night I got overserved the Goldshlager (the classy choice). Let's just say I got very very sick and woke up with a wicked case of pinkeye and an aversion to all things cinnamon flavored. :)
ReplyDeleteI think you already know mine considering you are usually there encouraging me. Pitiful one- I rarely drink to hungeroverness but of course there was that one birthday filled with Karaoke and me throwing up in my future hubs car at the end of the night. Then I refused to sleep in bed so I slept naked on the floor. Lowest of lows I think. Funny one - Taking my new college roommate on the day we met to a super bowl party where I swore there would be no drinking and yet there was and everyone else but us was wasted and one girl grabbed my roomie's coat to cover herself while she peed in a trashcan. The one that didn't happen - Under-aged co-eds buying a bottle of vodka right before the liquor store closed and dropping it while running back to the dorm. Lame.
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