That's a lesson I don't need to learn unless I go to prisonOriginally posted by Ubik:
BTW, waverly, I could give ya a lesson... anytime
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Drakron Du´Dark
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Chrissy-
Ubik and others- well, I can... well I have been by that far too many times, live is a b**ch and that really is something that make us what to go crawl in a dark corner an just stay there, I start to get drunk to escape that, but that is not the way to solve things, as I have learn, I solve (well, not. I just stop thinking about that and hope that does not get out) by going in to the woods at night (there is a park near were I live, its were the estoril open is played) and I try to think things over, if fact it never fully leave us, that is a live lesson, but if disapades after some time.
Carrot is too young to know about those things and I hope that is one of lucky few that does not pass by that stuff.
hell, I am editing to tell about my first(of many) desulutions with the womens.
I dont remeber how old I was but I liked that girl a lot(funny, I remember what happen but not her name, I gess somethings just fade away), so after some time I tell her that, but she tell me "not intersed" well I go liking my wounds the usual way in that age(hide) and after some time one of my friends come by me (hell, I was young did not the proper way to hide) and he ask me if I seen another of my friend, that one also had the hots for her but insted of "take it like a man" no, he start to make a racket and run off, gess who fund him, take him back saying all the way to be strong(me) and gess you was his next girlfriend (her).
That was before I was 14(remeber that because of another story), I did not learn my lesson since I was kick by girls a lot more times after that.
Yes, trust no one, especialy womens. they kinda like to kick us were it hurts, deep inside of us.
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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not became a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss gazes into you..."
Friedrich Nietzsche
[This message has been edited by Drakron Du´Dark (edited 02-01-2001).]
Ubik and others- well, I can... well I have been by that far too many times, live is a b**ch and that really is something that make us what to go crawl in a dark corner an just stay there, I start to get drunk to escape that, but that is not the way to solve things, as I have learn, I solve (well, not. I just stop thinking about that and hope that does not get out) by going in to the woods at night (there is a park near were I live, its were the estoril open is played) and I try to think things over, if fact it never fully leave us, that is a live lesson, but if disapades after some time.
Carrot is too young to know about those things and I hope that is one of lucky few that does not pass by that stuff.
hell, I am editing to tell about my first(of many) desulutions with the womens.
I dont remeber how old I was but I liked that girl a lot(funny, I remember what happen but not her name, I gess somethings just fade away), so after some time I tell her that, but she tell me "not intersed" well I go liking my wounds the usual way in that age(hide) and after some time one of my friends come by me (hell, I was young did not the proper way to hide) and he ask me if I seen another of my friend, that one also had the hots for her but insted of "take it like a man" no, he start to make a racket and run off, gess who fund him, take him back saying all the way to be strong(me) and gess you was his next girlfriend (her).
That was before I was 14(remeber that because of another story), I did not learn my lesson since I was kick by girls a lot more times after that.
Yes, trust no one, especialy womens. they kinda like to kick us were it hurts, deep inside of us.
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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not became a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss gazes into you..."
Friedrich Nietzsche
[This message has been edited by Drakron Du´Dark (edited 02-01-2001).]
- Waterdeep city constrution.
- Shadowdale low level adventure module.
- Rashmare /Thay high level adventure module.
- Shadowdale low level adventure module.
- Rashmare /Thay high level adventure module.
Amen. Now you are beginning to make sense. I once had a girl break it off with me by saying "You know, you were a whole lot more fun when I was still attracted to you." Ouch...I think I even felt the dagger exit my backDrakron
they kinda like to kick us were it hurts, deep inside of us.
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Well, boyz, girls are that way. It is all a matter of prevail. Of power. Who is on top (no deeper sexual meaning here 
) and who is not.
Don't feel bad about things like that, I do not about my horrid story. Told ya, life is a friggin bitch, but she (another female) is quite educative too. After the 20th or 30th time, you learn what to avoid. I did!
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Ubik the Spam Artist
) and who is not.Don't feel bad about things like that, I do not about my horrid story. Told ya, life is a friggin bitch, but she (another female
) is quite educative too. After the 20th or 30th time, you learn what to avoid. I did! ------------------
Ubik the Spam Artist
Ubik
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Where to begin ...
Drakron, whatever I'm about to write down is not intended to hurt you, but out of general concern. No one here (and that includes me) is purposefully hurting anyone in anyway - if they'd do that, they would get their asses handed to them in seconds by Bucky.
For what you tell, you seem to have an almost automated response pain -> agression. You wrote so yourself, and I think having to deal with this all the time can be very hard. At the moment something wears on your nerves, the reaction seems to kick in ... we've all seen that happen now twice on the forum. Once you've written that you have been the one in school that the others picked on, badly. Is this the reason for the automated response you have? Is there maybe something that's bothering you - either small or large, on the surface, or deep down inside of you - that would enforce this reaction?
I know you don't like to give off this reaction. You wrote it troubles you, and drives you to extremes. Unfortunately, this also adversly works on the people around you (like us, here on the forum). We cannot understand your position, your feelings inside you, but we do get the signals you send our way.
I'm very glad to hear you could resist the temptation to escape in alcohol. Clearing your head in a forest at night is much better (just make sure it doesn't interfere with your nightrest). In the silence and peace offered by the forest at night you can come better to yourself, and think about the things that matter to you. I find this myself as well, when letting out our dog late in the evening, and no one else is out on the street. It gives you indeed time to think about things, and arrange your thoughts.
Actually, I think a lot about things, the way people behave. Why would they do the things they do? What drives them? Of course, the better I know such a person, the better this goes ...
Keep your head up, Drakron, don't let them beat you down, ok??
Drakron, whatever I'm about to write down is not intended to hurt you, but out of general concern. No one here (and that includes me) is purposefully hurting anyone in anyway - if they'd do that, they would get their asses handed to them in seconds by Bucky.
For what you tell, you seem to have an almost automated response pain -> agression. You wrote so yourself, and I think having to deal with this all the time can be very hard. At the moment something wears on your nerves, the reaction seems to kick in ... we've all seen that happen now twice on the forum. Once you've written that you have been the one in school that the others picked on, badly. Is this the reason for the automated response you have? Is there maybe something that's bothering you - either small or large, on the surface, or deep down inside of you - that would enforce this reaction?
I know you don't like to give off this reaction. You wrote it troubles you, and drives you to extremes. Unfortunately, this also adversly works on the people around you (like us, here on the forum). We cannot understand your position, your feelings inside you, but we do get the signals you send our way.
I'm very glad to hear you could resist the temptation to escape in alcohol. Clearing your head in a forest at night is much better (just make sure it doesn't interfere with your nightrest). In the silence and peace offered by the forest at night you can come better to yourself, and think about the things that matter to you. I find this myself as well, when letting out our dog late in the evening, and no one else is out on the street. It gives you indeed time to think about things, and arrange your thoughts.
Actually, I think a lot about things, the way people behave. Why would they do the things they do? What drives them? Of course, the better I know such a person, the better this goes ...
Keep your head up, Drakron, don't let them beat you down, ok??
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Drakron Du´Dark
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Well, I have given some time in thinking about this and Chrissy, If you what to know what started that, I can tell you, but in private.
You can get my E-Mail from Weasel or if dont what weasel have your E-Mail ask Aegis to get my E-Mail from Weasel and give it to you.
Either way its your call on that, if you want to know the reason or not.
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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not became a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss gazes into you..."
Friedrich Nietzsche
You can get my E-Mail from Weasel or if dont what weasel have your E-Mail ask Aegis to get my E-Mail from Weasel and give it to you.
Either way its your call on that, if you want to know the reason or not.
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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not became a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss gazes into you..."
Friedrich Nietzsche
- Waterdeep city constrution.
- Shadowdale low level adventure module.
- Rashmare /Thay high level adventure module.
- Shadowdale low level adventure module.
- Rashmare /Thay high level adventure module.
Mm ... good question there, Drakron. Do I want to satisfy my own curiousity at your expense, or not interfere by not meddling into your problems, and respecting your privacy ...
I don't know if I can answer that question. Purely out of respect, I would say that my curiousity is not worth your privacy. I can understand you don't want to write it down here ... therefore, I will also not ask of you to write me privately. I just hope that my previous message has made you feel better.
I don't know if I can answer that question. Purely out of respect, I would say that my curiousity is not worth your privacy. I can understand you don't want to write it down here ... therefore, I will also not ask of you to write me privately. I just hope that my previous message has made you feel better.
Cheer up all, I'll try and entertain you with another drunk story of Grunt. My stories aren't as soulful (not that there's anything wrong with that - bravo for being so open). I aim to please.
My server is going down for a bit so I'll see you after lunch, *hopefully*
My server is going down for a bit so I'll see you after lunch, *hopefully*
"Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his pants for his friends."
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
OMG 
Where's all my beautiful spam? 
Out with the story, GB...I think the times call for happy stories. And lots of spam...we have to spam this place back up.
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
Where's all my beautiful spam? Out with the story, GB...I think the times call for happy stories. And lots of spam...we have to spam this place back up.
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Not so much happy as innebriated! Maybe Mr Sleep will indulge us now he's back (prferably a blue one including Mrs Sleep).
Like the time a friend of mind, 3 sheets to the wind, jumped over a railing (seemingly flush with the pavement) to discover a stairwell and a broken leg on the other side
OK: It's my 21st birthday. Out with a few friends in Covent Garden. Having refused the dare to climb the *extremely* shaky beam between the Punch & Judy and Pizza Express, I was dared to get in a shopping trolley (yes, in Covent Garden) much later. I said "No, its MY f*ing birthday, YOU get in the trolley. Said friend accepted the challenge and I proceed to push him at full pelt down the street. London is *old*. Old streets have cobblestones. We went arse over tip. How I laughed. After recovering from the shock we headed home. It was only then that I noticed a tiny piece of my little finger had been neatls sliced off at the top - and large amounts of blood were flowing from it. Compared to my neat little wound that I was bitching at, my friend sat quietly next to me in the underground station with a 6" gash on his forearm. We both awoke the next morning to a vareity of cobble-shaped brusies. I kept finding new one for weeks after.
Heh heh.
Like the time a friend of mind, 3 sheets to the wind, jumped over a railing (seemingly flush with the pavement) to discover a stairwell and a broken leg on the other side
OK: It's my 21st birthday. Out with a few friends in Covent Garden. Having refused the dare to climb the *extremely* shaky beam between the Punch & Judy and Pizza Express, I was dared to get in a shopping trolley (yes, in Covent Garden) much later. I said "No, its MY f*ing birthday, YOU get in the trolley. Said friend accepted the challenge and I proceed to push him at full pelt down the street. London is *old*. Old streets have cobblestones. We went arse over tip. How I laughed. After recovering from the shock we headed home. It was only then that I noticed a tiny piece of my little finger had been neatls sliced off at the top - and large amounts of blood were flowing from it. Compared to my neat little wound that I was bitching at, my friend sat quietly next to me in the underground station with a 6" gash on his forearm. We both awoke the next morning to a vareity of cobble-shaped brusies. I kept finding new one for weeks after.
Heh heh.
"Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his pants for his friends."
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
That whole story of you falling in love with best friends, is that just so all of us sad cronies try to become your friend (in case you have forgotten the world is my sarcasm oyster)
BTW how does one define love is it a tangible thing you can touch, hold and caress or is it something in the soul, i can tell which one Gruntboy prefers especially with his Navy friends, but Chrissy whats your particular slant on this outrageously ambiguous question.
For Grunt....
In the Navy!
(in case you have forgotten the world is my sarcasm oyster)BTW how does one define love is it a tangible thing you can touch, hold and caress or is it something in the soul, i can tell which one Gruntboy prefers especially with his Navy friends, but Chrissy whats your particular slant on this outrageously ambiguous question.
For Grunt....
In the Navy!
I'd have to get drunk every night and talk about virility...And those Pink elephants I'd see.
Another true tale of drunken ribaldry:
This is an old one, I was living in a residence hall at the university at the time. Well, we were all prone to overdoing the partying; and there is probably no one who escaped the year without an embarrassing moment or two, but this one is high on the list. A guy down the hall (well he was supposed to be down the hall) comes back from a long night of drinking, and miscounts the floors on the way to his room. He ends up in the room immediately above his on the women's floor. He finds the bed occupied, but ever adaptable, gets in anyway. The girl wakes up the next morning (she must have been drinking too) and asks him, "so what happened last night??"
And in the lightning does strike twice category: The same thing happened to me the next year in my apartment. A girl walks into my apartment… mistaking the front door for her own, goes into my bedroom, get undressed, and gets into my bed. I am sitting talking on the phone as she whisks by me. So I get off the phone and go in to investigate…
Waverly: "Um. I'm really flattered, but this is a bit foreword."
Girl: <slurred> "Shut-up and turn off the light"
Waverly: <laughing> "Is that an invitation, because we haven't even met yet"
Girl: <incoherent muttering about needing her umbrella>
I give up, and go back to the living room. About half an hour later she is passed out, and I pick her up and carry her back across the way and drop her off. I was pretty sure that's where she belonged. I put here on the couch, and to the dismay of her apartment-mates, leave without offering any explaination.
This is an old one, I was living in a residence hall at the university at the time. Well, we were all prone to overdoing the partying; and there is probably no one who escaped the year without an embarrassing moment or two, but this one is high on the list. A guy down the hall (well he was supposed to be down the hall) comes back from a long night of drinking, and miscounts the floors on the way to his room. He ends up in the room immediately above his on the women's floor. He finds the bed occupied, but ever adaptable, gets in anyway. The girl wakes up the next morning (she must have been drinking too) and asks him, "so what happened last night??"
And in the lightning does strike twice category: The same thing happened to me the next year in my apartment. A girl walks into my apartment… mistaking the front door for her own, goes into my bedroom, get undressed, and gets into my bed. I am sitting talking on the phone as she whisks by me. So I get off the phone and go in to investigate…
Waverly: "Um. I'm really flattered, but this is a bit foreword."
Girl: <slurred> "Shut-up and turn off the light"
Waverly: <laughing> "Is that an invitation, because we haven't even met yet"
Girl: <incoherent muttering about needing her umbrella>
I give up, and go back to the living room. About half an hour later she is passed out, and I pick her up and carry her back across the way and drop her off. I was pretty sure that's where she belonged. I put here on the couch, and to the dismay of her apartment-mates, leave without offering any explaination.
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Classic Waverly. My stories come from a Uni Hall of residence - alternate girl, boy floors
"Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his pants for his friends."
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
Sleep: I get back from work on a Friday and my favorite cynic is back... Where've you been?
Um aren't I a little too young to answer that question? If I'm not: I think it's the soul thing. Why? I told you I fall in love with my best friends. Most of the time there isn't anything physical involved... That's what you meant right? I don't say I don't miss it... But friendship can be a hell of a lot better than having some guy drool over you. I don't think looks are that important either...
And the first Q... No, I really do fall for my best friends. I still don't think any of you is really hitting on me. Maybe I'm just naive but that's the way it is kids. (maybe if you grabbed my shoulders shook me a bit and yelled "Hello I'm hitting on you!!" I'd believe it.)
Gruntboy, I can almost see it happen LOL
Waverly, that stuff happens all over the world. I remember a few events quite alike on a 'schooltrip' to Prague... That was fun
Drakron. Last but not least. I'm really sorry life is such a b**ch for you. Truly. And if there's anything I can do to help you I'll find out soon enough. For now, cheer up, you're among friends.
Um aren't I a little too young to answer that question? If I'm not: I think it's the soul thing. Why? I told you I fall in love with my best friends. Most of the time there isn't anything physical involved... That's what you meant right? I don't say I don't miss it... But friendship can be a hell of a lot better than having some guy drool over you. I don't think looks are that important either...
And the first Q... No, I really do fall for my best friends. I still don't think any of you is really hitting on me. Maybe I'm just naive but that's the way it is kids. (maybe if you grabbed my shoulders shook me a bit and yelled "Hello I'm hitting on you!!" I'd believe it.
)Gruntboy, I can almost see it happen LOL
Waverly, that stuff happens all over the world. I remember a few events quite alike on a 'schooltrip' to Prague... That was fun
Drakron. Last but not least. I'm really sorry life is such a b**ch for you. Truly. And if there's anything I can do to help you I'll find out soon enough. For now, cheer up, you're among friends.
Chrissy, yes it was funny... hey! Are you imagining me coming to physical harm? Stop that now!
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Beer: Helping ugly people have sex since 1862.
"Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his pants for his friends."
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
Gruntboy: What a sweet sig... And it's true too.
I just thought of a demented story you'll all appreciate. It fits quite nicely in the catagory just set by Waverly:
The mentioned schooltrip to Prague. I think the average age was... 16, I was 17.
We were all staying (about 30 people) in some awfull large hotel on different floors. There were 20 floors orso, the building was extremly crappy and the elevators (2, one of which out of order) permantantly in use by little old German ladies that were also staying in the hotel.
Beer was cheap in Prague, and it came in large glasses so everybody was happy. The first nigth after a busride of 17 hours we all got drunk went to bed too late to get up at 8 in the morning to go see the sites but still had to and so on (typical schooltrip). I think it was the... second night... We were going to some club with all the kids and four teachers. It was supposed to be a nice bar woth some dancing and a pooltable yaddayadda. The teachers were all thrilled. When we arrived all the kids were thrilled. As it turned out the bar had gone nightclub since the last time the teachers had been there... This meant ladies dancing on the tables...
This was my first introduction to tequila and I had an awfull lot of it since my friends were all buying me rounds and I had some money to spend myself too.
At soem point one of the ladies starts dancing on the bar, quite close to one of the guys (age 16, having the time of his life) after a while even rubbing up against him. (Not using the exact words, but he was sitting on a barstool and she was standing on the bar, you can fill in the blancs yourself) The teachers were all horrified ofcourse and we had a good laugh.
One of my friends, same best friend I mentioned before, by the way... (we made up a bit... and my crush was over...) said I shouldn't drink a beer rigth after I drained a tequila and I was drunk enough already to take it as a dare. After that I was really wasted. (utterly uncharming..)
We went back to the hotel with some equivalent of a bus and a subway, both making me sick and we regrouped in one of the rooms on the 11th floor. (running up the stairs was a lot of fun too) They were split rooms, 4 person, then split in two seperate chambers for two. All of us (a group of about 10) were in one room. Two in the other. These two had been a couple for quite some time, everybody knew what was going on in there...
It didn't take long for the teachers to find us. (just follow the noise complaints by little old German ladies) And they rushed into the room. I was getting pretty sick by then so I demanded the roomkey from a friend and got up.
One of the teachers that had come along liked me a lot (Biology teacher, I was good at biology, this was nothing sexual. I guess I was just one of his favorite students...) he walks over to me, shaking em by the arm, making me more and more sick along the way "Chrissy (only then my real name) are you okay, you don't look too good." Chrissy looking up bleerily: "Well, that's exaclty how I feel!" The teach wasn't too happy to find out that one of his most 'wise' students was so drunk. And I told him I was going to my room to get some sleep. He let me go. As I walked out the door I saw two of the tallest guys blocking the door to the little room with the couple in it while two teahcers were trying to get them out of the way convnced we were hiding more booze...
Since the two guys were drunk it wasn't hard to push them out of the way and the teachers found the two... Well lets say they caught them red-handed... I laughed all the way to my room and went in, felt extremely horrible as the room didn't wan to stop spinning and finally passed out on my bed.
The next day I woke up alone in the room. Thsi was odd since I was sharing it with 4 other girls... I felt a bit numb but okay for a hangover and washed up. As I came out of the bathroom I heard this insistent knocking on the door and opened it (fully clothed, don't worry) there were my friends... "You were here all night?" "Yeah, why?" And out came the story that they had been knocking at the door from 4 till 5. But I was too fast asleep to let them in. They ahd spend the night wanderinga bout because the teachers wouldn't let anybody sleep in anybody else's rooms anymore... One of the friends was the caught girl...
I must say it was the best night's sleep I had in Prague...
I just thought of a demented story you'll all appreciate. It fits quite nicely in the catagory just set by Waverly:
The mentioned schooltrip to Prague. I think the average age was... 16, I was 17.
We were all staying (about 30 people) in some awfull large hotel on different floors. There were 20 floors orso, the building was extremly crappy and the elevators (2, one of which out of order) permantantly in use by little old German ladies that were also staying in the hotel.
Beer was cheap in Prague, and it came in large glasses so everybody was happy. The first nigth after a busride of 17 hours we all got drunk went to bed too late to get up at 8 in the morning to go see the sites but still had to and so on (typical schooltrip). I think it was the... second night... We were going to some club with all the kids and four teachers. It was supposed to be a nice bar woth some dancing and a pooltable yaddayadda. The teachers were all thrilled. When we arrived all the kids were thrilled. As it turned out the bar had gone nightclub since the last time the teachers had been there... This meant ladies dancing on the tables...
This was my first introduction to tequila and I had an awfull lot of it since my friends were all buying me rounds and I had some money to spend myself too.
At soem point one of the ladies starts dancing on the bar, quite close to one of the guys (age 16, having the time of his life) after a while even rubbing up against him. (Not using the exact words, but he was sitting on a barstool and she was standing on the bar, you can fill in the blancs yourself
) The teachers were all horrified ofcourse and we had a good laugh.One of my friends, same best friend I mentioned before, by the way... (we made up a bit... and my crush was over...) said I shouldn't drink a beer rigth after I drained a tequila and I was drunk enough already to take it as a dare. After that I was really wasted. (utterly uncharming..)
We went back to the hotel with some equivalent of a bus and a subway, both making me sick and we regrouped in one of the rooms on the 11th floor. (running up the stairs was a lot of fun too) They were split rooms, 4 person, then split in two seperate chambers for two. All of us (a group of about 10) were in one room. Two in the other. These two had been a couple for quite some time, everybody knew what was going on in there...
It didn't take long for the teachers to find us. (just follow the noise complaints by little old German ladies) And they rushed into the room. I was getting pretty sick by then so I demanded the roomkey from a friend and got up.
One of the teachers that had come along liked me a lot (Biology teacher, I was good at biology, this was nothing sexual. I guess I was just one of his favorite students...) he walks over to me, shaking em by the arm, making me more and more sick along the way "Chrissy (only then my real name) are you okay, you don't look too good." Chrissy looking up bleerily: "Well, that's exaclty how I feel!" The teach wasn't too happy to find out that one of his most 'wise' students was so drunk. And I told him I was going to my room to get some sleep. He let me go. As I walked out the door I saw two of the tallest guys blocking the door to the little room with the couple in it while two teahcers were trying to get them out of the way convnced we were hiding more booze...
Since the two guys were drunk it wasn't hard to push them out of the way and the teachers found the two... Well lets say they caught them red-handed...
I laughed all the way to my room and went in, felt extremely horrible as the room didn't wan to stop spinning and finally passed out on my bed.The next day I woke up alone in the room. Thsi was odd since I was sharing it with 4 other girls... I felt a bit numb but okay for a hangover and washed up. As I came out of the bathroom I heard this insistent knocking on the door and opened it (fully clothed, don't worry) there were my friends... "You were here all night?" "Yeah, why?" And out came the story that they had been knocking at the door from 4 till 5. But I was too fast asleep to let them in. They ahd spend the night wanderinga bout because the teachers wouldn't let anybody sleep in anybody else's rooms anymore... One of the friends was the caught girl...
I must say it was the best night's sleep I had in Prague...