Most embarassing beer situation

Went to local bottle shop, asked when they were getting Pear-a bola? Uhh, you mean Parabola?

 

I'll tell you a story Roxie. Once when I was in married I got invited to go with the popular crowd to a beer bar called the Brass Bell in Va Beach VA. It was awesome, dirty smoky and who the hell knows what we drank. I was in the parking lot with my husband smoking a joint when I began to throw up all over his shoes. He said; "you're the only person I know who can just keep talking while throwing up allover someone else's shoes." Yeah . . . sexy woman here! You made my day. Gimme a mint and I ready to go back in

 

There is the oft quoted theory that what we consume we become. This is a good reason for us to drink. Here's to becoming balanced, nuanced, and smooth.

 

Last June, in Galway Ireland, I spent almost eight hours, and at least ten pubs, telling my Irish colleagues that their beer was tasteless and weak....and woke up in my hotel room having apparently fallen down a flight of stairs and not in possession of my phone or glasses. That night cost me about $1200. But, even worse, was explaining it to my boss in the morning;

"Where were you guys last night?" I don't know... everywhere

"What were you guys drinking?" I don't know...everything

"What happened to your face?" I don't know ... I guess I fell

"You guess? Don't you remember?" Nope

 

well no one seen this but I still felt embarrassed. I was at a house party and went to drink out of my coors light or whatever, and someone had put their cigarette in it. Pretty freakin nasty.

 

Back in college, already drunk, last brew run of the nite.
Boosted 2 40 oz. SML Bulls from corner store.
Went next door to Burger King and had them both drop to the floor from under my coat and explode.
Went from standing (leaning) ankle deep in malt liquor to kicked out of BK waiting for my buddy in 20 degree winter weather.