What Has Been Your Craziest New Year's Eve
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5 years ago, went out to a local club with hubby and 3 different women wanted to take me home. I won't go into all the details but it turned out to be a great night
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lavender said:LOL
Mine didn't involve too many broken laws.
(You can always PM me the story )
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Berlin, back when it was West Berlin. Probably the start of 1975, or maybe 1976.
Had a wild party in my fourth-floor walkup apartment — loud music, booze, lots of women.
At midnight a lot of us crowded out on the tiny balcony off my bedroom. A lot of us ended up taking off our socks and throwing them on a Mercedes parked down below. Don't ask me why we did that — it seemed like a good idea at the time.
About 2 a.m. people started leaving, but we had more couples left than rooms. I'd rather not go into any more details.
But it was pretty wild.
Had a wild party in my fourth-floor walkup apartment — loud music, booze, lots of women.
At midnight a lot of us crowded out on the tiny balcony off my bedroom. A lot of us ended up taking off our socks and throwing them on a Mercedes parked down below. Don't ask me why we did that — it seemed like a good idea at the time.
About 2 a.m. people started leaving, but we had more couples left than rooms. I'd rather not go into any more details.
But it was pretty wild.
We were running late for a party and wound up in the wrong part of town at 11:45pm. Of course people started gun clapping so we had to decide whether to walk through the local Gangster Disciples park or sneak around to the railroad tracks.
We chose the railroad tracks. Bad idea. Apparently, everyone with a firearm decided to go to the tracks to shoot. And three guys walking along the tracks made for excellent target practice.
Trust me when I tell you that you don't want to ever experience the sensation of bullets whizzing inches past your head.
We dove into the snow and waited it out. When I dove I landed right in front of a dead dog who'd been hit by a train. I had to lay there and stare at it for almost an hour before the shooting slacked up.
The moral: Make sure to party with someone who owns a car.
We chose the railroad tracks. Bad idea. Apparently, everyone with a firearm decided to go to the tracks to shoot. And three guys walking along the tracks made for excellent target practice.
Trust me when I tell you that you don't want to ever experience the sensation of bullets whizzing inches past your head.
We dove into the snow and waited it out. When I dove I landed right in front of a dead dog who'd been hit by a train. I had to lay there and stare at it for almost an hour before the shooting slacked up.
The moral: Make sure to party with someone who owns a car.
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A few years back, I was out at a club on New year's Eve, and I met the absolute sexiest woman...we went out to 'get some air', and next thing I know we're having sex in the alley next to the club. We go back inside, toast the new year, and head back to her place, where we proceeded to go at each other almost non-stop until January 4th.
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Come on folks - share!
My wildest New Year's involved no sex at all.
On December 30th, around 2:00 pm, 2 male friends and I decided to start drinking. We went out and bought 3 5 liter kegs and I cooked a Mexican feast. We sat around drinking beer and eating - and decided that it would be a good idea to drink straight through the New Year. At the time, I was a little lush and a party animal to boot.
We started drinking, playing cards, talking shop - everything. We drank and drank and drank. At about 4am, I had to crash. There's no telling how much I had to drink. The guys stayed up drinking. At 10am, one of them walked into his room - where I was sleeping - started puking, took a shower, and jumped in bed. I woke up and went into the kitchen to find the other one. I made breakfast and we had eggs and beer.
He decided to go to bed - and I went home to shower and get dressed for the day. He slept until about 4pm where we met up to spend the New Year. We were in a big city in another country and we decided to live it up.
We started at 4pm at one bar - drinking Guiness and doing whiskey shots. We met up with the guy I was lusting after (and eventually got) and his girlfriend (who hated me). We drank for a bit - and then went to a new venue.
Around 10pm, we started sauntering around the city to meet up with a group at 11:30 at the center of town. Before then we went by the outdoor symphony concert. There were tons of little vendors - where we picked up 4 bottles of champagne (one for each of us). We drank champagne while walking around this amazing city. We drank from the bottle - danced down the street - and went to the "war zone" (which is what it felt like) at the place where the majority spent New Year's Eve. We met up with our friends and went back to another bar. We met a group of Spaniards who we proceeded to do tequilla shots with (I don't remember this). Apparently I had a blast with the Spaniards.
All I remember is it was once again just me and the guy I originally was with - the one who I had been drinking with on the 30th. I went to the bathroom and felt sick. I remember coming out of the bathroom - not knowing where he was. I finally saw him - and just left.
I don't remember anything after telling him I had to go. The next day I woke up relatively early and dealt with a hangover from hell.
We went out that night but I couldn't drink for some reason - we hadn't heard from the guy I was with.
On January 2nd, we still hadn't heard from the guy I was with. We were convinced he had fallen in the snow and was frozen.
He finally showed up back home on January 3rd. He had gone to a bar I used to take him to - met up with some Polish dudes - drank until January 1st around 3pm and then went to his home and drank champagne and played chess.
On January 4th, I was cleaning up my room and realized I had gotten sick on the 1st. I also realized (through someone telling me) how crazy the tequilla shots with the Spaniards had become.
It was the only night while I lived there - that I was home on a night where I went out - before 3am. Strange. New Year's Eve and it was my earliest - and sickest - night.
My wildest New Year's involved no sex at all.
On December 30th, around 2:00 pm, 2 male friends and I decided to start drinking. We went out and bought 3 5 liter kegs and I cooked a Mexican feast. We sat around drinking beer and eating - and decided that it would be a good idea to drink straight through the New Year. At the time, I was a little lush and a party animal to boot.
We started drinking, playing cards, talking shop - everything. We drank and drank and drank. At about 4am, I had to crash. There's no telling how much I had to drink. The guys stayed up drinking. At 10am, one of them walked into his room - where I was sleeping - started puking, took a shower, and jumped in bed. I woke up and went into the kitchen to find the other one. I made breakfast and we had eggs and beer.
He decided to go to bed - and I went home to shower and get dressed for the day. He slept until about 4pm where we met up to spend the New Year. We were in a big city in another country and we decided to live it up.
We started at 4pm at one bar - drinking Guiness and doing whiskey shots. We met up with the guy I was lusting after (and eventually got) and his girlfriend (who hated me). We drank for a bit - and then went to a new venue.
Around 10pm, we started sauntering around the city to meet up with a group at 11:30 at the center of town. Before then we went by the outdoor symphony concert. There were tons of little vendors - where we picked up 4 bottles of champagne (one for each of us). We drank champagne while walking around this amazing city. We drank from the bottle - danced down the street - and went to the "war zone" (which is what it felt like) at the place where the majority spent New Year's Eve. We met up with our friends and went back to another bar. We met a group of Spaniards who we proceeded to do tequilla shots with (I don't remember this). Apparently I had a blast with the Spaniards.
All I remember is it was once again just me and the guy I originally was with - the one who I had been drinking with on the 30th. I went to the bathroom and felt sick. I remember coming out of the bathroom - not knowing where he was. I finally saw him - and just left.
I don't remember anything after telling him I had to go. The next day I woke up relatively early and dealt with a hangover from hell.
We went out that night but I couldn't drink for some reason - we hadn't heard from the guy I was with.
On January 2nd, we still hadn't heard from the guy I was with. We were convinced he had fallen in the snow and was frozen.
He finally showed up back home on January 3rd. He had gone to a bar I used to take him to - met up with some Polish dudes - drank until January 1st around 3pm and then went to his home and drank champagne and played chess.
On January 4th, I was cleaning up my room and realized I had gotten sick on the 1st. I also realized (through someone telling me) how crazy the tequilla shots with the Spaniards had become.
It was the only night while I lived there - that I was home on a night where I went out - before 3am. Strange. New Year's Eve and it was my earliest - and sickest - night.
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