The alcohol fell down my throat of it's own accord - honest! (Most Embarrassing Moments)

Member Name: jupiter28

Product:	Most Embarrassing Moments
Date:	06/12/08 (364 review reads)
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Advantages: No-one knows...I think

Disadvantages: It's mortifying!

I do not have many embarrassing moments and it may come as no surprise but the ones I am about to describe were wholly fuelled by alcohol.

This is made up of a few moments over the course of the story but thankfully most of them are those that only I know and am embarrassed about when I think about it. However, there was one very public moment as you'll see and to this day I am still not sure whether it is true or not.....

I was 23 and it was my first job. The project I was working on had completed successfully and there was a private party at Raffles club on the King's Road in London being held to celebrate the completion. I had been on a training course all day and had eaten very little. I was wearing a very tight outfit and I wanted to ensure that nothing, especially my tummy was not bulging.

Actually, seeing that part in writing is very embarrassing!!!

So we got to the evening and they were serving really cheap red wine. You know the nasty stuff that scrapes your throat as you swallow it. It was free too, so I had to oblige. I was also looking around for some food as I know that alcohol on an empty stomach is a very bad idea. I couldn't find anything. After searching for a few minutes I found them serving tomatoes and cheese on a stick and that was all. As I had no choice, I went for them.

So after more talking, dancing, meeting more people and of course drinking, the next thing I remember is feeling ill. Seriously this was by now a few hours later and I am shocked to admit that I remember nothing of those hours. More of that later.

Anyway, I sat down next to the friend of a work colleague and after saying hello, I sat down, he was still standing and I told him he had really nice shoes - I have no idea why. A few times I said I felt sick. Eventually it wasn't just a saying, I leaned over and was immediately sick on his shoes. He didn't realise and it was merely wine so no chunks. Sorry. I do remember his shoes being black and I was obviously very discreet as no-one noticed - oops.

After that a colleague came over to see how I was and after seeing my state decided we should go home, so he asked me where my coat was and I said it was in the cloakroom. Unbeknownst to me, the cloakroom was upstairs so he helped me up and I was still able to walk so we headed off to find my coat. After selecting my coat - yes, I could still identify it, we headed back down. I was in front and I don't know what happened but I must not have been walking correctly (yeah right, I wasn't at all) and lost my footing and immediately fell down the stairs and ended up on my back at the bottom of the stairs on the half-landing. My colleague came rushing down and I thought I was fine, I felt nothing, except the heel on my boot has now broken. Luckily it hadn't fallen off. In fact it was just knocked out of alignment so I was pleased about that. After a dusting down I was fine and we headed to the cab to go home.

So you think that would be the end? But no, after I made my way into my apartment block, I couldn't open the front door. So my mum came down to open the door and I just stumbled to my bedroom without saying anything. I got undressed and dressed into my pyjamas, put my boots (including the broken heel) at the end of my bed. I got into bed and lay down. A few seconds later, that was not a good decision as I felt sick. It was too late to get to the bathroom, so I leant over the end of the bed and spewed over my boots! They were suede so this was definitely the end of the line for them. After that I leant back and went off to sleep.

I was a bit gingerly in the morning or lunchtime I think. But I had made plans to see a friend in the city. I wasn't feeling bright and wished I didn't have to go in, but I got dressed, left my boots where they were and headed off into London city. I was a bit dazed, probably still drunk, but met my friend, had dinner, spoke about something and watched Shakespeare in Love in the cinema and I hated it. Eventually I ended up on the train back home. As my stop approached I got up from the train to get off. I was standing at the train door for a good few seconds wondering why it wasn't opening, even though we were stopped and I could see the station name, checked it was my stop. I could even feel the draft of the doors being open. Suddenly I turned around and realised I was standing on the wrong side of the train, so rushed over and through the doors before they closed again and into the fresh air which was much needed by this point. And there ends this evening.

However, on the return to work on Monday, I was met with lots of knowing smiles and as I walked through the office, horror just overcame me. I had no idea what I had done but I was sure it had something to do with those missing hours. After speaking to someone who wasn't drunk, she recalled my actions. Apparently I had been searching for this guy I fancied for ages and all my shyness had left me and I kept asking everyone if they had seen him which amused everyone except him. The other moment was that I had taken to the dancefloor climbed on one of the really big guys so we were facing each other and had proceeded to dance in such a way that I ended upside down on the floor while he was holding me. Crumbs! I have no idea how much was true and was absolutely mortified for a long time. I still regale in horror thinking about it nearly 10 years later and I am no longer in touch with anyone who would know. Maybe that's a good thing.

To this day I have no idea if it was true but I will never know and I have never got this drunk again - tipsy but not blind drunk :-P

Thank you for reading.

© jupiter28

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