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!
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!