New apartment, great first impression (another booze related story...)
juliajuliajulia's story reminded me of the first apartment some friends and I occupied after I moved out of my dad's house. First year of uni and enjoying my near limitless freedom to drink, etc.

The night began with a small group of friends in our new barely furnished place; much alcohol was purchased and much was consumed. We were getting roudy and my Doors records were now blaring loudly throughout the building when our downstairs neighbours decided to introduce themselves and invite us down to carry on the revelry. We'd all just entered their nicely furnished place when my memory gets a little patchy and only the most dramatic moments remain in my mind.

In sequence:

We sit on their couch...

My friend Ian is hitting on the hottest of our new acquaintances...

*BLEEEEYEECH* (The sound of me projectile vomiting across their living room creating a brownish streak along the carpet and about a metre up the opposite wall)...

*WHAM SMASH CLUNK* (Me again, collapsing on their glass coffee table, the table top survived, the half dozen glass bottles on it were not so lucky)...

I woke up the next morning dimly aware of having done something dramatically stupid but not what. The memories came back over the following few hours. I'd destroyed the mood totally and Ian never did bed our hot neighbour, oddly they never invited us back...

So I'd ruined our collective first impression, pissed off everyone, and indirectly cockblocked a friend of mine all because Tequila is not my friend and I was too stupid to leave it alone.

In the end it became a funny memory and my infamy was short lived as another friend about a month later puked over our balcony and directly onto theirs. Those poor people...

Insert regulation size, grade 3F Length Joke (Mk4) here.
(The Bloody Awful Warsaw Concerto, Fri 4 Jan 2008, 6:43, Reply)