TMI Thursday: My P-phone and how I lost it

As Lilu always says: ***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!

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Remember how a few weeks ago I told you that my friend Moops has been wanting to start a blog? Well he’s been working on it. He’s even written a few posts, but nothing is live yet- and he’s not sure he wants me to reveal him to the world just yet. However, I did convince him to write a guest TMI post for me since my life has just gotten absolutely crazy the last few weeks. Maybe after reading his awesomeness you can help me convince him that he needs to go public!!!

And without further adieu, I present to you: Moops…

I am about to share a most pathetic tale of over indulgence; this story goes down as one of the worst nights of drinking I have ever had!  Wait a minute, who am I kidding?  I have a resume full of bad nights…with references.

Let me preface the detail of this story with the fact that I am not a delinquent, I have a good job, I contribute to society every now and then, and all in all I’m a pretty decent individual; I just get really drunk from time to time.  I’m about to be 30; I feel that I am fast approaching (or have long past) that threshold where getting boozed up and stripping down to my boxers can be considered acceptable if not slightly amusing behavior (not that that sort of conduct is ever acceptable). In my opinion, drunken behavior is on sort of a sliding scale. For example, when you’re in college, you can get naked and jump on a pogo stick in the front yard and it’s cool; but as age increases, even the slightest drunken mishap can be highly inappropriate and or embarrassing, and for me- this seems to happen at an exponential rate.

And so the story goes.  Halloween 2009.  At the time I was dating a girl who’s birthday was at the end of October. It so happened that her roommate’s birthday fell right around the same time, so they decided to throw a sort of joint birthday/Halloween party.

The night went like this- keg beer, lots of keg beer, my consumption could probably have been measured in gallons; this was supplemented with a cornucopia of shots, you name it I drank it; and then there were the few games of flip cup I participated in. PERFECT, I was ready to go, nothing could stop me, time to hit the bars.

Bar # 1 – I was now at the level of intoxication where I think I am inherently wealthy and feel the need to buy a round of shots for everyone within a 10′ radius of me. I remember the first shot, rupplemintz – GREAT IDEA!

I don’t remember much of the bar scene after that initial round; but from some forensic investigating I conducted in the days that followed, mainly examining my three separate tabs (all different cards,) subsequent bars were visited and many shots consumed.

Fast Forward – A couple of hours later we were back at the house for the after party – yeah, this thing doesn’t stop.  I start emerging from my self induced anesthesia, good, I made it back in one piece, I even somehow managed to make it to the couch and lie down, WAY TO GO!  But wait a minute, it seems that the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed over the last 12 hours combined with my horizontal position on the couch was making me a little nauseous, make that a lot nauseous, yep I was about to puke.  My body seemed to be paralyzed, so there I was, on this girls nice white couch vomiting a vile substance while a host of characters looked on. Some watched in amusement but most watched in horror (when I say characters I literally mean characters…it was Halloween).  29 years old, and I just puked on myself, just wait it gets better.  I was then thoroughly scolded and clumsily escorted upstairs and thrown into my girlfriend’s bed.

I did attempt one more trip downstairs for an alcohol fueled spirited conversation with my girlfriend, not sure what prompted this one.  There was one eyewitness account that I actually fell up the stairs (vs. down the stairs), pretty impressive.

My first lucid moments the next morning were a bit of a sensory overload; my head was pounding, my mouth was completely dry, my contacts were shriveled up like little raisins in my eyes, my body was totally void of any hydration and my pants were wet, OH SHIT!  MY PANTS…I PISSED THE BED!!!!!!!  At this point I quickly gathered my things, walk downstairs past all of the girls sleeping on a pallet and left, didn’t say a word to anyone.  AWESOME night!  Not only did I puke in front of everyone, but I pissed the bed too, definite high point!  It’s on my way home, with quite possibly the worst moral hangover ever, that I pulled my phone out and tried to make a call; it wouldn’t turn on, great.  You see, my phone was in my pocket when I passed out, it was around the pocket region of my pants that there was the highest concentration of urine; hence my phone not working.  I think I am the only person who has ever pissed on their own phone rendering it useless.

A side note:  Two days prior to the incident I had moved into a new apartment by myself, literally all I had was a bed (I do have furniture now – FYI), so not only did I not have any furniture or cable- but now I didn’t have a functioning phone either. Hungover- this is particularly  lonely and depressing state to be in.  I was forced to go to the Fiesta grocery store down the street to use the pay phone.

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  • Pollypoptart

    Hi Moops (and Carissa)!

    This is DEFINITELY a highly TMI story.

    So did you go to the shop you got the phone from to ask them to fix it? Or would that have been (quite literallly) taking the piss???

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  • http://www.manifestgreen.com/ Stephanie

    are you absolutely certain it was your urine!?!?!?

  • JGN

    You pose an interesting question, I guess it is possible that someone came up during the night and pissed on me and my phone, that should have been my excuse all along – IT WASN'T ME!

  • mrcondescending

    Moops needs to start a blog ASAP. I think participating in LiLu's TMI is just about the smartest thing you can actually do to get starter traffic.

    I suggest hiring LiLu to make a wordpress themed piss layout!

  • http://www.nikkidz.blogspot.com/ Nikki

    That sounds like a nightmare. Vomiting with a bunch of mascots watching. It would freak me out.

    Poor white couch…

  • http://matthewjenks.blogspot.com/ Matt_J

    I decided that, once I started a “real” job, getting drunk to the point of nudity was out. So then, it just went to “getting drunk to the point where I might or might not lose my job” to now “man, I miss drinking”.

    Fortunately, though, I've never puked on myself. So, maybe I've never REALLY been drunk. I dunno.

  • http://www.ftcs.wordpress.com/ Clevelandpoet

    there should be some sort of pee insurance.

    this was one of my fav tmi posts ever by the by.

  • http://cathyhasantsypants.blogspot.com Antsy Pants

    There's a high possibility that you're related to my husband. Him and his brother piss on everything when they're drunk. They don't puke though.

    Sounds like you had a rough night.

  • edadams

    The first 5 mins I was reading this, I didn't realize it was a guest TMI.

  • http://lucyslifeinsuburbworld.blogspot.com/ Lucy

    OMG! Didn't think it could get worse but pissing on your phone has to be the icing on the cake in that story. That will be a hangover you will never forget.

    Now, if you have more stories like this I guess you need your own place to share!

  • JGN

    I guess that's why Carissa and I are friends, this sort of stuff happens to us, or should I say we create the situations for this kind of stuff to happen to us.

  • ktcotton

    Oh my dear Moops, as you would say, “bless your heart.”
    I am so sad I missed out on this experience in person but am so pleased you shared it with the blog world. I almost peed myself (a.k.a. almost pulled “a Moops”) while reading this hilarity! Start a blog Moops it'll be GRRRREAT!!
    Oh and for the record I still enjoy you getting so boozed that you strip down to your boxers and do ridiculous things, I'm not sure when that'll ever get old :)

  • JGN

    I guess that's why Carissa and I are friends, this sort of stuff happens to us, or should I say we create the situations for this kind of stuff to happen to us.

  • ktcotton

    Oh my dear Moops, as you would say, “bless your heart.”
    I am so sad I missed out on this experience in person but am so pleased you shared it with the blog world. I almost peed myself (a.k.a. almost pulled “a Moops”) while reading this hilarity! Start a blog Moops it'll be GRRRREAT!!
    Oh and for the record I still enjoy you getting so boozed that you strip down to your boxers and do ridiculous things, I'm not sure when that'll ever get old :)