Hold the phone Batman! It’s funny, I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to come up to add to the TMI Thursday madness that occurs over on LiLu’s domain, but since she’s pulling the plug on the escapade, I’m just going to have to dig up what I have to give TMI Thursday the best send off it deserves!
And with that, I bring to you my most horrific moment in life ….
It was the Summer of 2008, and Kyle and I were off to a magical lake-side land to visit an old friend of his and the friend’s family. It was fine and lovely, with fresh corn on the cob and Chicken Caesar salads, funny stories and the like. Then, the drinking games began. We started playing card games, which happened to be around the same time as a BC Lions football game. Kyle played card games for a while before retiring inside to watch the last half of the football game.
I, however, stayed with the drinking festivities, downing peach vodka and 7-Up, Patron and Jagerbombs. Did I mention tequila makes me slightly crazy? It’s like whiskey to the Irish (which I also can’t drink). Bad bad bad. Kyle emerged from the house after maybe 20 minutes of football to find me drunker than a sailor, barely able to sit up. And then the show began.
I got violently ill off of the side of the porch, right onto the neighbour’s property (Subway has never tasted the same since then), causing myself (and Kyle) to be rather embarrassed since the friend’s parents had been such amazing hosts. It’s a good thing the friend’s mom is amazingly cool and awesome and has known me forever, because it only got worse.
We jump to me being tucked into bed, head spinning, to where I thought I had to get up to go to the bathroom. Cue peeing on the floor. Coordination fail! I emerge from the house in a drunken splendor mumbling “….I …. peed … on … the floor ….” to Kyle and friend’s mom. “You what???” I repeat. They get up to check, and I hang my head in shame outside while they do damage control. They come back out, “Kara, you’re crazy, there’s nothing there.” Then I decide that it was actually in the bed. They check. Nothing. Oh, did I mention I’m actually hallucinating due to all the boozey sickness in my body? Yeah, none of that happened.
Cue me going to the private RV park bathroom next door and sobbing my eyes out for being so drunk I barely know where I am, and Kyle worrying that I have alcohol poisoning and wanting to drive me an hour & a half to the hospital in Kamloops. Oh, and the awkward moments the morning after were a joy.
But, like I said, the friend’s parents are awesome and they even had us back the next summer. I however, kept in control of my liquor and have not touched tequila or Jagermeister since.
So there you go! My first and last contribution to TMI Thursday. I must say, the tales of horror I’ve read in the brief time I’ve been on the blogging scene were great. I tip my glass of non-alcoholic apple juice to the TMI’ers who aren’t afraid to go big :)
Bon Voyage TMI Thursday! May your awkward moments live on forever!