I have a baaad one...
One time after work an ex-colleague of mine talked me into going out for a few beers, which I gladly agreed on. So the guy took me for a "bar round", since I was quite new to the city. He invited me to a beer or two and a shot at each bar we went to, and they were "a couple"
. So, a few bars later and a few too many shots along the beers for what I'm used to I started feeling it was enough, as I hadn't eaten in anything in like 8 hours and I wasn't used to mixing beer and shots like that, and deffinitely not at the speed he was inviting me
So, after ending up in a place solely with people over 40 years and my colleague having an arid but intense discussion with some gay man we decided it was time to go home. As I had a buss to pass after work and it was way too late for me to catch it he offered me go sleep at his place since his girl and kid were with her sister-in-law or something like that. Fine by me I thought. So we start heading home to him and when we arrive he notices he doesn't have his keys, drunk as he is he starts running down the stairs thinking he might have lost them on the way to his place. And drunk as I am I run after him and obviously trip and fall down the stairs...
After that I can't say I remember much besides some fading images of me sitting outside his door and bathing in my own vomit
.
So the next morning I wake up, and the first thing I notice is that my ass hurts like shit (I pray for it to be from the fall in the stairs
) and that his bed is all fucked up with vomit and such...
I can't really remember much besides those fading images I have but I can only assume that it's me who fucked up and vomited all over his bed some time after I fell in the stairs, so I take the blame and feel like shit about it.
Well, all in all it was a memorable night (even if I don't remember much myself
) for both of us. The relationship with his girl was already quite shaky, so when she came home and saw the shit hole her flat had turned into she wasn't too happy haha
.
Needless to say I still feel bad about it even if I can look back at it now with a grin and laugh about it. But I was quite worried back then that it would cost him his relationship, as not only did I fuck up his bed, but he was so drunk he called a locksmith to get into his apartment and obviously he got scammed and it cost him a fortune as well...
Long story, I know, but I felt it wouldn't make much sense if I omitted some details