This, to date, is my best drunk story. Me and my roommate went to Minneapolis MN, to visit my best friend in the "big city". We attend college in North "damn windy and cold" Dakota, so we looked forward to some quality drinking time in real bars. Me and my best friend had a predetermined meeting bar but to my surprise, he wasn’t there. Me and my roommate decided to stay at the bar and drink, being that Jag shots were only 1 buck. After several hours of that, I finally got wind of where my best friend was so we finally tracked him down there. More Jag shots with every new beer that we purchased, we had agreed on taking a cab to some chick’s place to party after close. But to my friends’ surprise, I was nowhere to be found. Apparently, I had the notion in my head that we were leaving to our hotel to sleep. I had walked to the parking lot where my car was and was awaiting their arrival. Now, not to condone DD, (especially since I had gotten a DUI a month before) I apparently drove off. I don’t recall getting out of downtown Minneapolis but the next thing I know (due to blackout) I’m in suburban territory, deep suburban territory. Aware now of what was going on, I had just realized that my stereo had been stolen. 2 grand worth of stuff gone. It seemed pros had jacked my stuff. But that was not my main concern. When I realized that I was on a rural road, I decided to turn around. Big mistake. Being that the road had no shoulder, I turned too wide and got stuck on the side of the road. The temp at the time was below zero and the wind made it worse. And I had left my leather coat at the club. And my low fuel light came on. So I thought I was toast. But some elderly guy saved my drunk ass and pulled me out. After that sobering situation, I found my hotel and slept. My buddies called my cell the next afternoon to asked what happened. To say the least, my story was amusing, because I hadn’t died or got arrested. But I had gotten really wasted. Which was the goal of the evening. |
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