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| My threesome with the Ramones |
| 05.27.05 (9:06 am) [edit] |
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I spent my freshman year of college at a Jesuit Catholic College in the metropolis (ahem) of Mobile, Alabama. (Why I ended up there, long story - I'm not Catholic although I look really cute in the whole Catholic School Girl outfit!) My best buds were Dork (star basketball player/stoner with a gf in Texas) and Mork (Gorgeous longer artistic type that just ooozed Holden Coffield/stoner). They lived across campus and I spent a lot of time in their rooms. (No nookie EVER happened between us) We were an odd trio - all the girls thought they were hot. They'd ask me which one I was sleeping with - I said both. (I would crash in either room on weekends due to my drug-dealing non-english speaking roommate) One Friday afternoon, I gave blood. I think it was in late January/early February. I was hanging out in their room - the guys were talking about taking a road trip back to Atlanta to see the Ramones play. (6-7 hour drive). They were pleading me to come along. I said I couldn't - I had studying and papers to do.(I had a 4.0 GPA and planned on keeping it that way). Then Dork said (with a smirk) "Here, have a beer." Next thing I know, I'm in Atlanta. I learned that after giving blood, alcohol hits you a lot harder. I had no recollection that we were pulled over going over 100mph. I had no recollection of the concert. But apparently I had a really good time because I ran into a number of friends while we were there. And those people told my mother that they saw me in town. I had to emphatically deny it. How could I have gotten to Atlanta that weekend when I had papers to write? (hehe) So, if you give blood, be wary if you drink... you never know where you'll end up! |
posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 05.27.05 (6:28 am)
This was a nice story, but the title was a little misleading... (Whew! ..or.. Damn!)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.27.05 (6:46 am)
Reply to: surrogate
Me? Misleading titles? Nevah! LMAO
posted by: Roxgirl (reply)
post date: 05.27.05 (6:54 am)
I have never given blood... I am a serious fainter... I could never have a needle in me for that long.... eeek!
posted by: nullfactor (reply)
post date: 05.27.05 (6:55 am)
Well, since I can't get any topless pictures out of you, how about some pics of you in that cute catholic outfit? lol
I've never drank after giving blood. Sounds like a quick way to get the sensation of plowing into a brick wall... :)
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 05.27.05 (1:49 pm)
flying also messes up the alcohol metabolism. One drink in the air is like two on the ground.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.30.05 (4:18 am)
Reply to: XAirborneRTO
That would only be necessary if I needed some persuading to go on the trip silly.
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