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I don't have a "Captain Morgan Night"...!  Maybe I should.

I'm not sure at this point in life if I want another one I'm thankful for all the 'living' I did back then, but the thought of the hangover keeps me from indulging that much now!

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I'm not sure at this point in life if I want another one I'm thankful for all the 'living' I did back then, but the thought of the hangover keeps me from indulging that much now!

The closest thing I have had to a hangover is a broken face... which was technically the result of too much alcohol.  But it was just a stupid accident, and not a fun and "nobody can speak of this!" kind of night.  It only happened about 5-1/2 years ago.  Okay, it happened on September 7, 2012, and I'll always remember every detail of that otherwise-wonderful night except the few seconds between my now-husband hoisting me at the same time that I shifted my weight to try to improve his hold of me for a piggy-back ride, and finding myself flat-faced in the road telling the asphalt that I think I just broke my nose.

The closest thing I have had to a hangover is a broken face... which was technically the result of too much alcohol.  But it was just a stupid accident, and not a fun and "nobody can speak of this!" kind of night.  It only happened about 5-1/2 years ago.  Okay, it happened on September 7, 2012, and I'll always remember every detail of that otherwise-wonderful night except the few seconds between my now-husband hoisting me at the same time that I shifted my weight to try to improve his hold of me for a piggy-back ride, and finding myself flat-faced in the road telling the asphalt that I think I just broke my nose.

Ouch!!

That happened to me too, but it caused a mild concussion and no broken things. My friend and I both had a few too many, he went to give me a big hug and pick me up and ended up throwing me over his shoulder.

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Okay, this I understand.  I guess you got over that 'interest' pretty quickly. 

Not really.

He was so cute and funny and intelligent, but absolutely HUNG UP on an ex and I didn't know. Yep. He had it bad. Bought a Tiffany engagement ring, showed it to ME (yeah we weren't official, but I thought we were dating since he wasn't seeing anyone else) and I just went. "No. No way in hell. I am not going to be second best or a consolation prize." And I stopped talking to him and was busy when he wanted to hang out. *rolls eyes* He did finally realize that he ruined a good thing and told me so once before he moved back to California.

Oh, and that ex? Flat out turned him down.

Ouch!!

That happened to me too, but it caused a mild concussion and no broken things. My friend and I both had a few too many, he went to give me a big hug and pick me up and ended up throwing me over his shoulder.

Aww, ouch, yeah... you feel my pain.  And I yours!  It all happened so fast for me.  I had no sensation of falling or anything.  One instant, he's hoisting and I'm shifting, the next instant, I was face-planted in the street.  I not only didn't have time to put my hands up to break my fall, I didn't even know I needed to!  Did you realize what was happening?

But, yeah... the next day I was a bit rough... and for about the next six weeks after.  I didn't leave the house until the bruising faded, and I dreaded receiving parcels or the grocery delivery.  I don't think this classes as a hangover, though.

Not really.

He was so cute and funny and intelligent, but absolutely HUNG UP on an ex and I didn't know. Yep. He had it bad. Bought a Tiffany engagement ring, showed it to ME (yeah we weren't official, but I thought we were dating since he wasn't seeing anyone else) and I just went. "No. No way in hell. I am not going to be second best or a consolation prize." And I stopped talking to him and was busy when he wanted to hang out. *rolls eyes* He did finally realize that he ruined a good thing and told me so once before he moved back to California.

Oh, and that ex? Flat out turned him down.

Oh, lyonaria... seeing that ring meant for someone else must have been crushing at the time.    I have had that level of miscommunication in a relationship thing, and it blows when it becomes apparent that you and the guy were not on the same page.  But threesome with your friend?  Still a douche. 

Aww, ouch, yeah... you feel my pain.  And I yours!  It all happened so fast for me.  I had no sensation of falling or anything.  One instant, he's hoisting and I'm shifting, the next instant, I was face-planted in the street.  I not only didn't have time to put my hands up to break my fall, I didn't even know I needed to!  Did you realize what was happening?

But, yeah... the next day I was a bit rough... and for about the next six weeks after.  I didn't leave the house until the bruising faded, and I dreaded receiving parcels or the grocery delivery.  I don't think this classes as a hangover, though.

That's really not a hangover at all! That's an injury. And yeah, it happened so fast I couldn't brace anything. Having EDS helps things like that because you're stretchy so you might sprain something but rarely break!

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The closest thing I have had to a hangover is a broken face... which was technically the result of too much alcohol.  But it was just a stupid accident, and not a fun and "nobody can speak of this!" kind of night.  It only happened about 5-1/2 years ago.  Okay, it happened on September 7, 2012, and I'll always remember every detail of that otherwise-wonderful night except the few seconds between my now-husband hoisting me at the same time that I shifted my weight to try to improve his hold of me for a piggy-back ride, and finding myself flat-faced in the road telling the asphalt that I think I just broke my nose.

You are lucky (to be clear: about not having hangovers so far). I get hangovers most of the times I drink. And my migraine headaches are EXACTLY like the hangovers I get so I didn't realize I was getting hangovers. I just assumed for the longest time it was migraines!


Oh, this one time I raced my friend, who was a runner, down the street while we were both shitfaced. The openings at the bottom of my jeans were wide enough that my toes slipped up and I stepped on the fabric causing myself to fall knee first (luckily I didn't hit my face) into the ground. My knee was nasty, bad roadrash. My bartender friend at the next bar gave me a free shot when I asked if I could have anything for my knee. haha. I just wanted a bandaid (or three), which I did eventually get. I also got a tetanus shot when I went into the doctor for something unrelated.

Oh, lyonaria... seeing that ring meant for someone else must have been crushing at the time.    I have had that level of miscommunication in a relationship thing, and it blows when it becomes apparent that you and the guy were not on the same page.  But threesome with your friend?  Still a douche. 

Hmm. Not so much crushing as infuriating. I mean yeah it stung right after but it ended up ticking me off after I thought about it. But to think he thought he could come back after that and that things would be the same. Moron. And to top it all off. I was nice to him after he showed it to me. Psh. I'm not that nice anymore. haha

This reminds me so much of the radio DJ's in Denver that do the segment called "Drunk or Kid"

They have people tell their story and they guess if they were drunk or if it happened when they were a kid.  It's pretty funny!

That's really not a hangover at all! That's an injury. And yeah, it happened so fast I couldn't brace anything. Having EDS helps things like that because you're stretchy so you might sprain something but rarely break!

I didn't go in to A&E that night, so I never actually got confirmation that my nose was broken.  My face looked mangled, though, so I'm pretty sure it was broken.  I also broke a toe once (also undiagnosed, but I'm pretty sure).  I wasn't drinking when I broke my toe (kicked the chunky bedpost in an upmarket hotel when I was packing to go home from the trip... then I hobbled around three airports the next day because nobody flies direct to my local airport *grumble*).

You are lucky (to be clear: about not having hangovers so far). I get hangovers most of the times I drink. And my migraine headaches are EXACTLY like the hangovers I get so I didn't realize I was getting hangovers. I just assumed for the longest time it was migraines!

I do get (thankfully infrequent!) migraines, but they're completely independent to whether or how much I drink.  I have been getting them since age 15, and I didn't even touch alcohol 'til I was 19 (on a "confessions" level road trip to New Orleans at Spring Break...  ).  I think that it's not fair to get migraines that feel like hangovers when you don't even have the fun of drinking.

My bartender friend at the next bar gave me a free shot when I asked if I could have anything for my knee. haha. I just wanted a bandaid (or three).

I love Band-aids (plasters!)... I'm such a child.  But I would've been happy to get the free shot instead.  Especially if the Band-aids came later.  Oooh... if that happened over here, you could say you got plastered and then you got plastered.  Do people say this?  If not, why not?

And to top it all off. I was nice to him after he showed it to me. Psh. I'm not that nice anymore. haha

When I had my moment of revelation with my miscommunication guy, my sister and I were staying as guests in his one-bedroom Brooklyn apartment (he was from my home state, but moved to NY).  He and I were sleeping in his bed, and my sister was on the sofa out in the living room.  It was the Tuesday into our Saturday-to-following-Sunday trip before I figured it out.  He was at work... I sent him an email to confirm my suspicions, and he replied saying, "I thought you knew that...".  I didn't say anything else (even though I was thinking, "How could I know that when I live 1000 miles away and you didn't tell me?" and "You said she was a friend.").  For the rest of the trip, when my sister was present, I pretended everything was fine.  When my sister wasn't able to see us, I did not speak to the guy.  At all.  We stayed for the duration, because I was never going to admit to my sister what happened.  It was easier toward the end of the trip... that was the week of the Blackout (August 2003), which was a major, welcome distraction.

I'm glad you're not that nice anymore.  You're nice enough. 

Okay, I've been trying to think what I could confess that won't get me thrown in jail if used against me in a court of law.

When my ex-husband left, he refused to communicate with me again.  We sold our house very fast and I had movers come to take my share of belongings from the house.  He had taken items that very much belonged to me (the washer and dryer).  However, we had a very nice set of bedroom furniture that very much belonged to him.

For ransom, I took the top drawer out of each piece of bedroom furniture (two nightstands, a long dresser, and a chest of drawers).  I did not damage the items but simply had them loaded onto the moving van to make my point.

Many MANY months down the road when we were in court mandated mediation, these items were brought up.  After everything was agreed (including an exchange of the washer/dryer and drawers), the mediator said it was one of the best tactics he'd heard of.  My attorney also confessed to using the example in the university course she taught.   LOL.

I'll always wonder what women said when he brought them back to his place between the time we separated and the divorce was final.  "Ummmm... where are all of your drawers?"

I got my way in the end because of it, but DAMN, I was storing six HUGE dresser drawers for the best part of a year!

Clever to use a story that the legal system already knows about, KF.  You're very good at this game. 

(Also, very clever tactic to get the upper hand in negotiating for your things back!)

I was a guest on The Ricki Lake show in 1993/1994.

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I was a guest on The Ricki Lake show in 1993/1994.

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