I know I am not a christmassy person and I know you know how much I loathe everything Christmas…
But I am actually kinda happy this year! Nope… not because of the festivities or whatever.. but because the new CWI Hub will actually be open BEFORE Christmas! At least is what the builders reckon!
ME BE VERY POSITIVE AND WITH HOPES UP!!!
So to celebrate there GREAT NEWS… I have decided to give one of you a nice Christmas present! 
I have in my possession a £40.00 WineBank voucher for Virgin Wines that MUST be used before the year is over. And I am going to be giving it away to one of the lucky people that will be commenting in this post!
The rules are simple:
1 – Leave me a comment telling your worst/funniest/most outrageous drunk story ever! And I wants details!
2 – Only one comment is valid for each person… here’s the catch: I’ve had installed for a while in the blog a video/audio comments plugin… and I seem to be the only one to use the thing… sooo… as an incentive… video comments have triple chance on the draft. Audio comments have double chance and written comments get just the single one.
Fair enough???
comments will be closed on Monday 08.12.08 at 5pm (GMT) and I will announce the winner on the M Word the same day.
time’s ticking away… so what u waiting for! ?!?!?!
I can’t wait to hear your stories!!
zya!
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Oh, there are many, and I don’t even know where to start…
I’ll just leave you with some of the finer details of some of the stories:
there was the time I was caught amicably chatting up a lantern post at 2 a.m. on the night of my graduation dinner. After having dined out with my parents, I hit the town with some of my friends, where – or so I am told – it would seem that I danced on tables and was then escorted home. As my friends proceeded to look for my keys, the lantern incident happened. They still mercilessly tease me about it.
There is also the time that I walked home after a similar evening, in broad daylight. Somewhere along the line, I must have lost one of my (Ann Demeulemeester) shoes. So I must have clomped home on one shoe and crashed into bed, only to realize when waking a few hours later that the shoe was missing. After some fruitless searching, I ended up concluding that I did indeed lose it. Although I retraced my walk, I never found the shoe. Somewhere, a one-legged woman is hopping around in it?
And finally, there is the night before I left to meet the love of my life for the first time in the US. Panic set in as I guessed that this was it for me, no more turning back, so I went out and had a jolly night on a bottle or so of Lagavulin (I’m happy to report I now drink two glasses of wine and pass out, but in those days my liver was still young and strong). The next morning at 8 a.m. my parents were at the door, as I was still trying to fashion myself into something that resembled their daughter. As I rushed down the stairs, I keeled over and fell 10 steps down, spraining my ankle in the process. Limped downstairs to the car. My mother still fondly reminisces over the fact that they had to drive with the windows down to kill the stench of alcohol emanating from my pores.
On that note, I would just like to state for the record that I am now a recovering lush, who barely drinks.
lula’s last blog post..Florence
It isn’t my story, but one of my sorority sisters got wasted one night and hooked up with some guy.
She went back with him to his dorm room. At some point in the middle of the night she woke up and had to go to the bathroom.
She was still trashed.
She went into his closet (thinking it was the bathroom) and she peed right in his laundry basket.
Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah’s last blog post..I Didn’t Even Say it Out Loud
Now what on earth would make you think that I’ve ever gotten drunk??
Ok, maybe a few times…a long, long time ago.
My friend and I were out in a bar, slightly inebriated and this guy kept hitting on me. Normally, this is flattering. Not in this case, though. We explained to him several times that we were trying to have a private conversation but he just wouldn’t leave…he said he was “just trying to conversate” with us. (For the record, the use of the word “conversate” is one of my biggest pet peeves…which might have something to do with the fact that it’s not actually a word.) Anyway, I gave in…”Fine! What would you like to talk about?” He said he just wanted to get to know me…at which point I launched into what is now known as “The Doughnut Speech” AKA instant annoying guy repellant. I grabbed his arm and began…
“Well, what I really like is doughnuts. Do you like doughnuts? I especiallylikethebavariancreamonesbutIalwayswonderaboutbearclawslikearethoseactuallydoughnutsoraretheysomethingelsebecauseIalwaysthoughtitwouldbecooltoownadoughnutshopbutit’skindoftrickybecauseyouhavetomakesureyou’reactuallysellingdoughnutsandwhatifabearclawisn’tactuallyadoughnutthenyou’dalmostbelikealiarorsomethingandIdon’twanttobeknownasliarsdoughnutshopIwantarealdoughnutshopyouknowwhatImeanwhichactuallycometothinkofityoucouldhavethesameproblemswithcoffeeyouknowwhatImeanbecausethere’slattesandcappucinosandmochasandsomepeoplejustwantaregularcoffeeandIthinkanhonesttogoodnessdoughnutshopshouldhaveregularcoffeelikeintheolddaysbutreallywhoamIkiddingbecauseIdrinklattestooIthinkthey’regoodbutIwanttobefaithfultothedoughnutshopwhatdoyouthink?”
At which point the guy grabbed his drink and walked away and we never saw him again.
WIN!
Anyway, it’s now been determined that the doughnut shop speech is the number one best way to get rid of a guy in a bar that refuses to be politely refused. My friends and I use it often
(I would have done this on video for you…it would have been WAY better on video….the speech has to be given at full speed, with hardly a breath taken…but I just came off of a 48 hour shift and truth be told, I’m not feeling very camera ready)
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OH! Look at that! Your comments section just let that run as one long continous sentence, with no way for me to go back and edit it.
Huh.
Sorry about that…I really thought it would just kind of…condense it or something.
Now I feel bad. You invite me into your blog and I just come on in and make a big mess and try to break it.
I’m just not a very good guest.
Jessica’s last blog post..Hey Paris!!! Pick me! Over here, Paris!
Hi UrbanVox – Congratulations on your progress. How exciting you’ll have your CWI Hub will be up and running by Christmas.
I don’t have a story to share and will exclude myself from the contest. I just wanted to drop by and say “Hi” and “Congrats”.
Barbara Swafford’s last blog post..Come Out, Come Out, Where Ever You Are
I win.
I always win.
Even if I can’t win cause I am in Australia.
I met my husband while holding my girlfriends hair back while she vomited in the gutter out the front of a nightclub. She was very drunk. I was slightly. MPS was sober.
Kelley’s last blog post..You want crazy? I will show you mine if you show me yours.
On my wedding day, I got drunk, we left the party early (it gets worse) and left everyone else to it, we went to the pub, drank some more, listened to the Bootleg Beatles, went for a chinese, even though we had just eaten at the reception, went back to the hotel, had a row, I went to sleep, the Mr watched tv! fab eh?
If I win, send the voucher to Mrs Nutty as I can’t use it out here
xc
Mrs Hojo’s last blog post..Bubble and Squeak