Post by Aaron on Jul 3, 2006 22:06:13 GMT -5
You guys can thank Rooster and Lewtwo for this one 
But I promise I'll take a long break from stupid stories! 
It's early June 1993. My wedding is scheduled for June 19. I get a call from my best friend in NH sayng hey why don't you come down for the weekend? It's Ok with your fiancee ;D Well this was a dead givaway as to what was about to happen. But in the spirit of good sportsmanship I agreed, said goodbye to wifey to be and jumped on the bike. 1984 V-65 Sabre . 3.5 hours later I arrive in Nashua, NH at my buddy's condo. It's packed, there's no parking anywhere near it. Cars with plates from every state in New England. I arrive to cheers and my hand is immediately filled with a bottle of beer. We had an excellent Bar-B-Que and I drank about 8 beers I think. Then my buddy makes an anouncement. Everybody into the vans. Seems he had rented two fifteen passenger vans for the occasion. Now I'm buzzing pretty well and ask where we're going. I get the customary "you'll see". On the ride down another friend from Maine is handing around a pint of Jack just to keep us going. We drive for an hour or so (I have no sense of time at this juncture
) and arrive at the Golden Bannana. It's all kinda fuzzy even after the details have been filled in over the years by the guys but I lost count of the beers they bought me and the money they contributed to the entertainment. If any of you have ever experienced a pack of female "Entertainers" when there's a shy guy around you know that they decend upon him like a bunch of ScootDawgs after Lee's 250. At 23 that guy was me. It also helped that my buddies seemed to have bottomless pockets. I don't know when we left. I vaguely remember getting in the van. But I do remember rolling on the highway a suddenly feeling rather ill. Now I was sitting on the passengers side of the van behind the front seat. The van a Ford Econoline had side windows that popped out from the bottom about 3-4". Out of courtesy to my buds I tried in vain to expel my illness out this small opening. I failed miserably 
. Seems I neglected to take into condideration the effect 70mph wind would have on such an act. I also completely failed to notice the fact that every other window in the van was similarly open. I remember people screaming stop the van...stop the van. I remember standing outside the van then darkness. My next memory is turning on the shower at the condo. That's it. 30 minutes later, my buddy who had put this all together decided he'd better check on me. Good thing he did. I was naked in all my pasty white, overweight, shriveled glory...crumpled in the bottom of the tub with the water about to spill onto the floor. He turned the water off and yelled for assistance. Upon seeing the crisis everyone else declined aid. So they threw a towel over me and left me for dead in the bottom of the tub. I awoke about 5:30 am dased and confused, cold, and not real clean. Taking advantage of my location I showered, went and found my clothes and started cooking everyone breakfast. Bacon and eggs ;D Amazingly no hangover whatsoever 
A couple hours later I went and cleaned the van so we could return it. Stupid?...you bet. Embarrassed?.....oh yeah. Ashamed?.... I don't remember. This could happen to you! Learn from my mistakes people.....I'll make more. I promise no more stories for a while 
Aaron
But I promise I'll take a long break from stupid stories! 
It's early June 1993. My wedding is scheduled for June 19. I get a call from my best friend in NH sayng hey why don't you come down for the weekend? It's Ok with your fiancee ;D Well this was a dead givaway as to what was about to happen. But in the spirit of good sportsmanship I agreed, said goodbye to wifey to be and jumped on the bike. 1984 V-65 Sabre . 3.5 hours later I arrive in Nashua, NH at my buddy's condo. It's packed, there's no parking anywhere near it. Cars with plates from every state in New England. I arrive to cheers and my hand is immediately filled with a bottle of beer. We had an excellent Bar-B-Que and I drank about 8 beers I think. Then my buddy makes an anouncement. Everybody into the vans. Seems he had rented two fifteen passenger vans for the occasion. Now I'm buzzing pretty well and ask where we're going. I get the customary "you'll see". On the ride down another friend from Maine is handing around a pint of Jack just to keep us going. We drive for an hour or so (I have no sense of time at this juncture
) and arrive at the Golden Bannana. It's all kinda fuzzy even after the details have been filled in over the years by the guys but I lost count of the beers they bought me and the money they contributed to the entertainment. If any of you have ever experienced a pack of female "Entertainers" when there's a shy guy around you know that they decend upon him like a bunch of ScootDawgs after Lee's 250. At 23 that guy was me. It also helped that my buddies seemed to have bottomless pockets. I don't know when we left. I vaguely remember getting in the van. But I do remember rolling on the highway a suddenly feeling rather ill. Now I was sitting on the passengers side of the van behind the front seat. The van a Ford Econoline had side windows that popped out from the bottom about 3-4". Out of courtesy to my buds I tried in vain to expel my illness out this small opening. I failed miserably 
. Seems I neglected to take into condideration the effect 70mph wind would have on such an act. I also completely failed to notice the fact that every other window in the van was similarly open. I remember people screaming stop the van...stop the van. I remember standing outside the van then darkness. My next memory is turning on the shower at the condo. That's it. 30 minutes later, my buddy who had put this all together decided he'd better check on me. Good thing he did. I was naked in all my pasty white, overweight, shriveled glory...crumpled in the bottom of the tub with the water about to spill onto the floor. He turned the water off and yelled for assistance. Upon seeing the crisis everyone else declined aid. So they threw a towel over me and left me for dead in the bottom of the tub. I awoke about 5:30 am dased and confused, cold, and not real clean. Taking advantage of my location I showered, went and found my clothes and started cooking everyone breakfast. Bacon and eggs ;D Amazingly no hangover whatsoever 
A couple hours later I went and cleaned the van so we could return it. Stupid?...you bet. Embarrassed?.....oh yeah. Ashamed?.... I don't remember. This could happen to you! Learn from my mistakes people.....I'll make more. I promise no more stories for a while 
Aaron
