...still thinking of a few.

Wow I used to think MY most embarassing moment was bad... then I read some of yours!! Oh well here's mine anyway...

The summer after my senior year of high school my parents flew my best friend and I to Hawaii for a week. My friend and I ended up getting tanked (:p) every night on our trip. After one night of partying particularly hard, we decided to go parasailing at about 11am. We get put in a boat with a family of 4, a young couple, an asian woman, and us 2. So my friend and I are the first up and its really fun and we're having a blast etc etc. we get pulled down and then have to wait the rest of the time while everyone else gets their chance at going up.

well we were on the boat for like 10 min when i start feeling REALLY sick. The water is really choppy and Im still pretty hungover and despite my best efforts to hold it in, I end up puking over the side of the boat. kind of embarassing, but not too bad.

so almost everyone else on the boat has had their chace at parasailing, execpt for the asian woman who was there alone. the captain of the boat asks if anyone will go up with her because she came alone. so im thinking: well the water is making the boat ride choppy and im getting sea sick, but when youre up with the parasail, its really smooth, so i wont be sick - ya know? i volunteer to go up with her, and they strap me in behind her.

so the asian woman (who speaks no english by the way) and i are up there for a few minutes and i start feeling woozy again.

"holy sh!t" im thinking to myself "do not puke. do NOT puke." and i try to distract myself from my nausea by thinking about any randomness that comes to mind.

finally, i cant hold it anymore. i try to cover my mouth, but that did NO good and I ended up vomiting ALL over myself AND the asian woman! i couldnt stop! it was all over the back of her neck! i was trying to apologize and say "sorry" between the hurls. and then she turns around and just says "sorry. sorry" and starts throwing up too!!!

so there we are. up in the air. both puking all ove. and the whole boats watching.

i cried for the rest of the day.

I am dying reading all these stories..I have some drunk and non-drunk ones...

My ex was pledging Sigma Nu and one night they got their Big's. So he calls me after the ceremony is over, and is like-all the girls can come over now, we're going to party. So, I get there, but it's too late to buy beer, so Mr. ChiOJenn(who wasn't my Mr. at the time) is like-"We don't have any beer, so tonight you're drinking whiskey". I never had before, so I was like, cool. Well, they fix me a big whiskey and coke-and I didn't know that you need to sip whiskey, and not drink it fast like you do with beer. So I chug it down and have 3 more-and then they ran out of coke, so they fed me 2 more whiskey and waters-and this is in like, a 20 oz. glass. So, needless to say, I am hammered beyond belief. So, me, my ex, Mr. ChiOJenn, and 2 other of the pledges get in my car and go to Denny's(I'm not driving). The first thing I do, after I order is go to the bathroom, and throw up. Then, as soon as my food got there, I layed down in the booth and didn't eat. Finally, the guys are paying the bill, but they're not moving fast enough for me, and I'm like-" I want to go back to the house now". They're like, were paying the bill, be patient-and I scream "I want to go back to the house NOW!!"-and the I run out the door through the parking lot, and down the street on my way to the house-which was like, 3 miles away.. Mr. ChiOJenn runs after me, throws me over his shoulder, and brings me back to the car.The next morning so wasn't pretty...and I am getting nauseous thinking of the whiskey right now...

The next summer, I was at my ex's apt in the fraternity house, and I had been drinking for a couple of hours in the sun-this is probably like, 2 in the afternoon, and I'm pretty drunk. So, I go up to his apt, and tell him and his roomate that I'm going to the grocery store, and do they need anything. So, I make my list, flash both of them, and pass out on the couch. :D

Ok-this is the last-and probably the worst-but, the first time I met Mr. ChiOJenn's mother I was wearing a t-shirt that had a picture of a phone on it and said "Phone Sex Operator". I could have died-I didn't know I was going to meet her, or else I would have worn something else.

Ok, thats it-sorry for the extreme length!!

Holy Christ - speaking of Denny's . . .

So we make the trip from Iowa down to San Antonio, to live the dream (think: Lifesaver) and get really really wasted while watching the Iowa Hawkeyes pound the piss out of Texas Tech (yeah, that's how it went . . . sorta). Anyway, one night we have a few too many bourbons on the riverwalk, and end up wandering all over hell. Me and my buddy, we'll call him "Jerry", want to eat - no one else does, so we hit up Denny's by ourselves at about 3am.

We order, do our deal - and Jerry promptly passed the f- out. Dead out - no one can wake him, not me, not the waitress, not the random NASCAR fans in the other booth. Now it's hysterical - I'm sitting there by myself, eating pancakes and watching Jerry snore. Too funny . . .

. . . until wiseass wakes up. At which point, he decides it's a perfect time to puke all over the table, the floor, and all the way to the bathroom.

Except he can't find the bathroom, and walks back into the kitchen thinking it's the bathroom, at which point the waitress walks him back into the middle of the restaurant. He then looks around, shakes his head, and walks out the front door. I pay the bill real fast (HUUUUUGE tip) and bounce out, to find him puking on a Prelude next to the Marriott, with a US Park Ranger laughing his ass off at him. We head back, and never talk about it ever again, at all.

If life were ESPN, this would have been an Instant Classic - you'd have seen it the next weekend in primetime.

This could get me in so much trouble with standards, but I'm going to tell it, anyway...

One night I was out, and had about... well.. I don't remember how many drinks... but I have a pretty high tolerance, and I was pretty messed up. Well, we go into this one bar, and apparently this sorority from a different city (about 45 minutes away) had just had their formal, and a bunch of them were in this bar after-partying. Well, this one girl had her sorority crush party shirt, so I went up to her, pointed at the letters (actually, I spelled them out with my finger, jabbing her in the back at the same time), and told her, "I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to wear that while you're drinking." Keep in mind, this is another sorority that we don't even have on this campus.

Well, the sorority just happened to be my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's sorority. So, I went into the bathroom with one of my sisters and was like, "That's John's girlfriend's sorority, let's go talk to them!" Why I thought this was a good idea, I don't know, but anyway... I go out to find the girl in the lettered shirt(to my sister's dismay, because apparently she KNEW that this was a bad idea) . "Where's the [XYZ]? Where's the [XYZ]?" Well, apparently I was yelling this right around some of her sisters, because they all ganged up on me (ok, so they all surrounded me, not like, started hitting me or anything) and started asking me "What do you have against [XYZ]'s?" I told them, politely, that I was actually legacy of their particular organization, and didn't have any problems with the sorority, I just wanted to find out if they knew John. Well, they did, and also John's fraternity brother who just happened to be standing next to me, not only knew John, but had heard of me as well (John and I didn't exactly have a good break-up). So, I'll shorten the details, but after several exchanges, in which the sorority girls were quite rude to me (understandably so... I was their sister's boyfriend's ex-girlfriend) my sorority sister finally pulls me away, tells me that the bar's closing and that we need to go find the rest of our sorority sisters.

STILL not the end of the story...
We go back, get my car (my sister drives it, of course) and proceed to look for the rest of our group. I decide that it would be a good idea to hang out of the window, yelling, "JOHN SUCKS!!!! [XYZ] SUCKS!!!!" Ok, so definitely not my finest moment. My sister who was with me still, to this day, laughs histarically about it, and brings it up every once in a while.

Yeah, enjoy this post for a little while, 'cause eventually I'm gonna have to delete it to escape the wrath of honor board!

You got angry every night? :confused:

This thread needs to be revived... Haven't heard from lots of people yet, and I really need the laughs. But to be fair, I'll ante up too. These are kinda long, but they're worth it (or so I'm told). I've got one intoxicated story and one sober one:

Intoxicated:
Earlier this year I was sort-of seeing a guy. He was far more interested in me than I in him, and I hate those sorts of situations. For that reason I'd avoided physicality; it can have unintended connotations when one party is more attatched than the other. He'd gotten a job about an hour from where I was going to school and kept bugging me to come visit him for the weekend at his new place. I was very hesitant to go 'cuz I knew it would involve spending the night (we'd undoubtedly make use of one intoxicant or another and there was no way I'd be driving home like that) and I didn't want to put myself in that situation.

He kept pestering me about it, so finally I acquiesced and set off for his place. He was super-sweet the whole night, had made me dinner and was attentive and doting, etc. Of course, the substances came out and we enjoyed them. We were both quite intoxicated. I was lying on the couch in a stuporous haze and he handed me a Cadbury cream egg. Now, I have to tell you, if sex were a food, it'd be a Cadbury cream egg. I enjoyed it very much. Maybe a little too much. Then he started rubbing my feet. That did it, and we started fooling around. I was incredibly intoxicated and didn't know what I was doing, really. Even now I only have flashes of memory.

He led me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, then went away for a moment. He came back and climbed into bed with me and things continued... I ran my hand down his body and discovered that he had a condom on. My immediate reaction: "Oh my god, what the hell is that?" Talk about an instant jerk back into sobriety. Yikes! It's not that I'd never encountered a naked guy before, but I really had no clue what was going on and I was completely freaked out. I climbed out of bed and curled up in a corner on the floor. The next morning I got dressed and left really early. We haven't really had a conversation since then. Every time he sees me he looks at me really funny. I'm now known around the SFE house as "that girl who's scared of sex." Way to go, me!

Sober:
It was Greek Week on campus this May. The biggest, most cut-throat event of the week is definitely the Lip Synch. In its slower days, my chapter had a reputation of doing things that the members considered "classy" and the rest of the Greek community considered "boring" and "prudish." My lovely little sisses, who were in charge of our Lip Synch this year, decided it was time to change all that. So, we wound up doing "College Girls are Easy." I'd never heard that song before; I'm more of a classic rock chick. I was a little shocked when they played it, and even more so when they said they wanted each of us to be one of the characters in the song. Well, one of them is a girl named Debby whose thing is that she "liked to do it like a bunny." They'd gotten a Playboy Bunny costume from somewhere and I was the one who best fit into it, so guess who was nominated. I don't know what I was on at the time, but I agreed to do it.

When the big day rolled around, I was still a little apprehensive, but I'd agreed to do it, so what could I do? That night I had to work, but my boss agreed to give me a little bit of time off. I could go for just as much time as it took to actually do the thing and then I had to go back to work. I asked if I could go back to my dorm and change out of my costume, but the boss insisted that we were really short-staffed that night and she really needed me. How bad could it really be? She wasn't going to be there anyway, just the student supervisor. It was either that or not participate at all, so I agreed to her terms. Now I work for the school's development office, calling alumni, so it doesn't really matter what I look like at work. Nobody's going to ask me what I'm wearing (at least I hope not!) and I'm not going to share. So that didn't matter.

I went over to the Union, we did our thing (much to the shock of every other Greek on campus-- Kappa comes out of its shell!), and then I made my exit and took off for work. I got a little good-natured teasing from my co-workers, but they did take a "serious" poll which decided that I should leave the bunny ears on because without them, people might not see the tail and just think that I often went around dressed like a slut. Made sense to me, so I left them on. Things went fine until I left to walk home. The building where I work is right next door to the one in which I live, so I thought I'd be okay. But...

I'd neglected to remember that it was also the night on which the Founder's Club, those alumni and friends who give $1,000+ to the University each year, has a big banquet with the school Trustees and certain student reps. That dinner was held in the commons on the ground floor of my dorm, and I left work for home just as it was breaking up. In the 50 yards between work and the staircase leading up to my floor, I encountered:

1) Several Trustees, old men, who said something like "Oh, so you're the entertainment. Well, you're late!"

2) The Dean and Assistant Dean of the Conservatory of Music, the orchestra director, choir director, and my music history professor;

3) My boss, who (after she finished laughing) apologized for not letting me go change before work;

4) Her boss, the head of a student/faculty task force of which I am a member;

5) Her boss, the VP for Development (flamingly gay), who to this day calls me "bunny" and told everybody else in that department about what I was wearing that night;

6) His boss, the University President, who shook my hand while trying to keep a straight face and asked me politely how the Lip Synch had gone;

7) The parents of one of my best friends (I'd had no idea they were Founders Club members), who are also very good friends with my parents and whom I had to swear to secrecy so that this didn't get back to my mom; and

8) The guy I had a crush on and his mother! I was so shocked about this last one. I knew his mom was Founders Club, but they're from San Francisco and I didn't think she'd be flying all the way out to Wisconsin just for this dinner. I had to stand there and make polite conversation with this woman so that she didn't think there was a crazy slut stalking her son. He's a FDQ and managed to explain to her about the evening's events, but she was still a little taken aback (though too proper to admit anything). He's rather a proper guy himself and I thought he'd be humiliated to have me show up like this in front of his mother. I was completely prepared to understand if he never wanted to talk to me again. Well, later that night he called me and asked me to come over. I showed up wearing shorts and a t-shirt and he said, "Oh, darn, you changed!" To top it, two nights later I met his mom again after an orchestra concert. I reintroduced myself and she said something like, "Oh, did I meet you in Cam's history class yesterday?" I had to say, "Uh, no ma'am, I was the one on Thursday night in the bunny suit." Again, she managed to maintain her composure. Way to go, mom!

Just call me Bridgit Jones... The most embarassing thing about that one was definitely that I was completely sober at the time. I'm still known as the "bunny girl" around campus and at work. Apparently some of the Trustees even asked my boss if I could come to the next dinner dressed like that. Ick...

ROFLMAO!! This is too funny. You go, girl!

I have had many embarrassing moments, but this one takes the cake:


One day when I was in high school and had recently gotten my driver's license, I drove up to golf practice after school. A couple of blocks from the school, at the intersection of the town main street, I "california stopped", or inched through the stop sign. Unbeknownest to me, a police officer was behind me or nearby enough to begin to follow me. I didn't realize anything because on a one lane street, it's hard to tell if someone is following you or not. Also, I had my rear view mirror tilted waaayyy down, so it appeared to be just a regular white car. So then I turn to head up the hill to the golf course, and the police officer is still following me. Finally he gets sick of this and turns on his siren! This time I had my tape player turned way too loud, so I couldn't hear anything. So in the end, I ended up leading the police on a two mile slow speed car chase!

To make matters worse, I didn't realize what had happened until I pulled over to get my golf clubs out of the car! Also, this was the one time in my life i had driven without my driver's license, and when i stated my name, the officer heard it wrong, so it took so much longer to get out of there. I ended up getting a ticket for running a stop sign instead of a simple warning, but the worst was when everybody started talking about it the next day at school :) Thankfully nothing like that has ever happened to me again!

I had gotton out of my car on my way into an elementary school to sub...and I felt something on my leg so I began to shake it off. I never looked down and I proceeded towards the schools entrance....I decided to look to see what was on my leg and it was a pair of my PANTIES!!!! Stuck to my inner thigh!!! DAMN STATIC CLEAN!!! I was so embarrassed that I couldn't go back and pick them up! I just kept walking into the school and ran to the nearest bathroom to laugh...I was soooooooo embarrassed!!!!

My most embarrassing moment was a few months ago...

It was one of my bro's 21st birthday and I was in charge of getting the off-color gift for his party. To get this gift meant I had to make a trip to the local adult sex shop. I went right after work, and was in a real hurry. Unbeknownst to me I still had my nametag on from work (with my first and last name), and ruined any chances I had of anonymity in the shop. The place was very busy, and I wondered why people looked at me oddly when I walked around the store. I zipped my fly thinking it was the problem, and didn't think to look down on my shirt.
I finally get to the semi-crowded register with the gift (a blow up doll, and a small whip), and the cashier says "I know You!, you were on Homecoming Court" I tried to look confused to throw her off track, eventhough apparently we went to the same school. Then she said "I recognized your name." I wondered where she got that info, and she looked at me and pointed down. I WANTED TO RUN OUT OF THERE! I heard snickering behind me, and paid for my items and left. All I could think about was how this random girl must think I was the biggest perv.
Needless to say now I do a double nametag check when I leave work.

I figured it would only be fair to include a couple of embarrasing college stories to add to the slow speed chase one, so I have one sober and one drunk one:

Sober

My room in the fraternity house faces the street, so when the curtains are opened, anyone across the street can see. The Chi Omega house is the house directly across Garfield street from my room, and one day when I was dressing after a shower, I apparently forgot that my blinds were open! :o I didn't find out about it until one weekend that I went home and one of the girls was over at the house and told some of the other members about it. Later I was talking with a Chi O about it, and I remarked that "you must be able to see a lot of stuff from the library window" and she replied "no, Dan, we were standing outside!" Oh my god, I can only imagine what that scene must have looked like :)


Drunk

The most embarrassing drunk story that I have is when last Halloween night, I was playing pool in the rec center with my big bro Ben. We decided to start playing for shots, and being the cocky asshole that I am, I take his bet and proceed to lose a lot, and I am down 5 shots by the time we decide to go back to the house. He repeatedly told me that I didn't have to take them tonight if I didn't want to, but I thought I would just take them and then go to bed since I had an eight a.m. class the next morning.

But of course, I don't, and I have more, so by the time i am done with the shots, the total is 4 shots of JD, two of smirnoff vodka, and one canadian club (eww). Understandably, after this I'm not tired and pretty riled up, so I start yelling to everybody "where the **** are we going out to tonight?" Since almost everyone was 21, they wanted to go out to the bars. Since I'm not 21, that posed a bit of a problem. But luckily Jeff's lady friend is a bartender at Spectators, a local sports bar. So we go there, and it was a good thing that the bar was sparsely attended that night. So then Andy buys me two more shots of jack, and by now I'm way past gone, being only 150-155 pounds and not too big of a drinker.

The story is only starting to get juicy, however :) A few of us split a couple of pitchers of beer, and then the kicker comes: Andy orders me a flaming dr. pepper. Being in my state then, I have no friggin idea what it is, so he explains it to me. It is a shot of amaretto with a splash of 151 on top. Once the 151 is lit, the shot is dropped into the beer and pounded. Everything is going good, except I took the "pounding" a bit too literally. When I was done with the drink, I slammed the glass down on the bar and it shattered! After that, it was agreed that it was a good idea for me to be loaded into the back of Flik's truck and taken home. The rest of the night is pretty much a blur, but I've been told that I had to be carried like a sack to potatoes so I could puke over the railing multiple times, I also passed out in somebody else's bed, and I reportedly asked someone to call the Chi Omega house to have a girl come over to spend the night with me :)

All in all, that is one night not soon to be forgotten, at least what I can remember of it!

Well, I thought hard about what to post, because nothing really embarrasses me. I always just laugh at myself and move on. There are FAR too many stories of me tripping or falling because I am THE clumsiest person on the face of the planet.

Anyhow, this happened last week at the club. Not so much embarrassing for me as it was for the other guy, but here goes...

This club has a dance floor in back, a little mingling area in front of the bar, then some tables and chairs towards the front. The music the DJ was playing was far too technoish for me, so I decided to get some drinking in to loosen up a bit. Me and my friend got some jello shots, which were still liquified. Hey, whatever, lol. So I took it down (it was STRONG, lol!) and set my little cup back on the table. A few tables down there were some chicks who I guess were just turning 21. They were acting really corny, wearing tiaras and name tags, and just generally looking dorky, lol. They started getting really loud, and at this point I knew my drinks were starting to set in because I always get confrontational when I am tipsy. So I yell to them "Shut up!" and I grab my little jello shot cup like I am gonna throw it at them. I wasn't really, and I don't even think they heard me tell them to shut up, lol. The guy behind me got the brunt of this whole thing, because little did I know I had left a little bit of jello liquid in the cup. When I had cocked it back, the few green drops had flown onto his WHITE shirt. :eek: Needless to say, in my state, I thought this was HIGH-larious. He didn't notice, and as he walked away, me and my friend saw the green stains on his shirt and almost fell out of our chairs. That's why I always wear BLACK to the club, LOL!

i'm laughing harder at the fact that you wrote "static clean" instead of the story itself! :D (it's static CLING) hehe;)

MY TURN
 

Can I say that this is one of the best threads on GC? I am dying over here!

It's my turn I guess, I am an on air DJ and late one night I was so tired, I didn't really know what I was saying on one break. So I crack the mic and say "B 95 Today's Hottest Music, this is Sally hanging with you(mind you my DJ name is SASSY, not sally) and I stop in the middle of what I'm saying and say "Damn did I just say Sally? Shit!"

Now mind you, you CANNOT say shit on the air, maybe on Howard Stern and stuff like that, but not where I'm at. I'm so SHOCKED that I said shit on the air, I say "oh shit!" after that "shit!" and totally freak out! I turn off the mic and cried.

To make it worse, several co-workers heard this break on the late night and won't let me live it down, they walk past me and say "Hey Sally! shit! Oh shit!"

Good thing my boss is a cool person:D


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