Walks of Shame

[amycat412]

Originally posted by lifesaver
feeeling like baked armpit.

Ohey Vhey...

!!!!!!! I love it... OK, that said, will have to tell one of mine...

last summer, I was in the land of sodom and gomorrah otherwise known as Dewey Beach, Deleware for the weekend with some of my girls.

saturday morning its overcast, so the entire town of weekenders heads into the starboard to drink. it's like 11am and we're downing raspberry stolis and sprites like its 11pm. Some guys wander up to us, turns out my girls know them in passing from the D.C. area. We all start to talk. I fix my eye on one of them and am like oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well before we know it, its 3pm and we're piss drunk and have to head back to our hotels to get ready for the happy hour otherwise known as jam session at the barrel and cork or whatever the name of the joint is--i was soooo drunk at this point its not funny.

We drink more in the room while attempting to shower and put on makeup. It was a hilarious, if not altogether pretty scene.

So I put on my orange halter top and the tiniest scrap of a black mini skirt you've ever seen.

We go on down to jam session, find the guys, and proceed to dance and drink ourselves silly. Two fisted drinking at this point, as if I needed it. lol Well, mr. Green Eyes was of course ALL TOO WILLING to ply me with more and more liquor.

I cannot even DESCRIBE to you the state the 4 of us girls were in. Me, for instance, and I will warn you that this is gross as hell-- I dumped out onedrink, would barf into the empty cup, eat a mint and go back to drinking. Insanity.

So Jam session ends and me and green eyes (i Do remember his name, for the record, and if I so much as lay eyes on him again I cannot be held responsible for my actions, but that's ANOTHER story) and one of his friends and one of my friends all head to another bar--

Dewey beach is about a mile long from end to end.

At this bar, I decided I was done. I could not drink anymore. I could not stand anymore. I didn't even want green eyes anymore. I was done. So I decided to leave. I shouted BYE to my friend and the boys and left.

I weaved my way out and was well out front before Green eyes caught up with me and was all "We need to feed you"

Yes ladies and gentlemen of GC, its 11pm and we'd been drinking since 11am with no food. and Yes, we do normally know better.

So, we head on out to get a slice of pizza and then, because he was nearly as drunk as me, stumble back to my hotel which was closer.

Well, we find one fo the other girls there with someone so we bail and head to his hotel.

***what happened upon arrival at green eyes place omitted, but I will say -- ****FABULOUS*** WOW WOW WOW WOW***

Next morning dawns. Its about 9am and there is nothing i want LESS in the world than to put my halter top, mini skirt and heels back on and walk the full length of Dewey beach--yes my hotel was at one end, his at the complete other end--with no sunglasses, no less.

Well there I am, heading home in total SHAME, families going off to church pointing and laughing and parents telling a cautionary tale about the girl who drank too much and then became obsessed with a pair of green eyes. I have not been able to look at that halter and skirt in the same way since.

SO I enter the hotel room, all the other girls are there, I announce that the whore of babylon has returned to the fold and they proceed to tell me their stories-- the most amusing of which is terri-- who came back to the room to find erika in a state of undress with a guy and she took one look at him and said "Hey, I kissed you earlier" And fell face down on the other bed, passed out cold.