A Michael Marathon, and The Hangover in One Day...

Ok, so I'm just going to admit freely here and now that I watched no less than 3 hours of Michael Jackson's memorial service yesterday, and I cried.

Many of you probably grew up munching on carrot sticks knitting socks with your parents. I did not. I watched a lot of TV. Still do. I love pop culture. Some people feel a little lump of pride when they hear the pledge of allegiance. I feel proud to be an American when I  have unlimited access to quality entertainment. Freedom folks, thats what its all about.

Anyway, I needed to get a hold of myself. The combination of a rainy day, a televised funeral, and an uncharacteristically clean house was giving me the sads. So I decided to go to the movies and see The Hangover. Yes, I cured too much sad TV with a funny movie, don't judge.

The movie was hilarious, very relatable. It got me thinking about the variety of hangovers that I have had. There has been some doozies for sure.

Today, I am going to share a hangover story with you...

The night started at The Big Easy, Blink 182 was in town and they were having some sort of after party. I was walking past the VIP section Long Island ice tea in hand when some kind of roadie asked me if I wanted to come into the VIP section. I asked if I could bring a friend and he said sure.

I rounded up my friend and we went in. The next part of the night is when the haze starts... there were tables full of shots, and everyone was taking them. There were some band members there, and I distinctly remember trying not to look them in the eyes or even talk to them at all...just in case they mistook me for a groupie. Mixing anxiety and free alcohol never ends well for me....

The next memory I have is waking up in the morning in my bed naked except for a Bob Marley shirt. I did not own any Bob Marley shirts, so you can imagine my fear. I started looking around for signs of another person who maybe knew why I was naked and where the shirt was from. There was sink full of puke in my bathroom, and I couldn't find my purse. I was starting to feel sick really, really sick.

I picked up my house phone to see if my friend had any answers to this puzzle. I stepped out the front porch to get some fresh air and check for any familiar cars, you can imagine my confusion when I looked down to see my clothes from the night before and my purse in the bucket that I used to wash my car.

I called my friend. Luckily I had a lot of drunken karma stashed away for a rainy day as I have taken care of many drunken fallen soldiers. It was this faith in karma that kept me believing that perhaps my friend had taken me home and not some freakish roadie in a Bob Marley shirt. Thankfully, my friend provided me with the answers I needed.

Apparently some time after the shots and long island, I lost my mind. I started telling everyone my philosophy on life while dancing and singing to songs that had played an hour earlier. My friend decided to remove me from the premises by having her male cousin drive us home. Twas that cousin who was wearing the Bob Marley shirt.

Upon getting into his car, I started obsessing over his shirt begging him to let me wear it. He informed me that I was all ready wearing a shirt. So I addressed that problem by taking off my clothes, and apparently he had no choice but to give me the shirt, or carry me into my house naked. They walked me into my house where I promptly passed out. Then they left as they felt their baby sitting shift was over... and that my friends is how I became the owner of an XXL Bob Marley shirt. It is also why every time I smell Jagermeister, I think of Travis Barker. 

That hangover and naked shame lasted for months....

Please share your favorite hangover story with me!!!