How I was so drunk I ran into the shed

After reading Zoe’s blog today I came up with an idea for my own. I will know explain to you one of my drinking stories. This is not a challenge! However if anyone wants to write about a favorite drinking story feel free to do so.

You see I grew up in my grandparents’ house. My grandparents were snowbirds at the time so my family had the house to ourselves most of the year. Well my grandfather had a closet that had all kinds of liquor in it including vodka. Well every so often I would sneak a shot of vodka. This happened for a while and at one point my grandparents decided to start limiting the time they spent up in Ohio.

Well half way through my senior year I went on a trip with the Concert Choir to Boston. While I was gone I got a call from my best friend telling me that he and my other buddy had helped my stepfather move out of the house in Cornersburg, OH to Akron so he could be closer to his job. This was the first step in the set-up.

After I got back my friends, my sister and I would just hang out in my back yard by a bonfire every night. My friends would help out around the house and in return my mom would buy them a case of beer. So many nights toward the end of my high school senior year were spent with my (at the time) two good friends drinking alcohol in my backyard in front of a bonfire.

Now for the good part. One night I completely raided the liquor closet; I took all the bottles out of there and brought them outside for some good drinking. Well my one friend thought it’d be a good idea to mix EVERYTHING we had to drink out there into one big Styrofoam cup and have me drink it all. He poured Vodka, Lime flavored Vodka, Sloe Gin, beer, Pepsi, wine coolers, and other stuff I can’t remember since it was about twelve years ago.

Well I drank most of It, what I didn’t drink was spit into the fire because it was “cool to watch the flames go whoosh”. After a while they had me get up to go get some more wood for the fire. The wood pile was on the other side of our shed, so after getting up, and probably being pretty damn buzzed, I walked over to get the wood. On the way to the pile I thought it’d be funny if I made it sound like I ran into the shed. So as I passed by the shed I hit the door with my hand, and proceeded to grab the firewood. When I got back to the fire they all started laughing at me thinking I did run into the shed. To this day there is still a debate as to who is right them or me.

So that is the story of how I was so drunk I ran into the shed.

Now for everyone’s favorite part of the blog, The Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day. Today’s card is: “Speaking in an obviously fake accent, explain to a hot girl that you’re a tourist from another country, and wonder how the locals kiss — can she show you?”

That would be an interesting one to get, and with enough alcohol in me and if the prize for winning was good enough I’d do that dare.

588 words. Not bad especially since the lower limit is 400.