Posted by Lionheart on January 27, 2000 at 20:19
In Reply to: drunk pee poll posted by sara on January 26, 2000 at 14:59
Here's what happened:
1989, Seymour Johnson AFB, NC. While on a military exercise, in which several of our crews lived in tent cities for five days, several of us whipped up "jungle juice" for the first night in the tents. I remember that one moment I was partying hard with my buddies, about 11:00 pm, and the "next" moment, I was in darkness, but waking up with one of the most wicked hangovers I've ever had...it was about 4:00 am, and I was laying on my cot, in shorts, which were quite damp. I slowly realized what had happened. I must have passed out severely, but somehow wound up in my cot, and then flooded myself. It was odorless, thanks to the sheer amount of liquids consumed, and a hot summer night, so it dried fairly well. I stashed the sheets in a laundry bag, and staggered to a porta-john for another whiz, before collapsing into the nearly dry cot to finish sleeping it off through the next morning. No one ever found out.
On another more recent trip (1998) I was with my crew in a mexican resteraunt in Davis, CA. We were drinking healthy amounts of Fosters, and after a while I decided to head back to the hotel a few blocks away while I could still walk (somewhat). I remember going into my room, and thinking I would sit on the bed and undress before crawling in for some welcome sleep. Next thing I know, I'm waking up again, still fully dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, bed still made, soaked. DOH! I showered, and took the bed apart (sheets and covers, and turned the matress over) and went back to sleep for a few hours until it was time to depart.
No one ever discovered that little episode either, as far as I know.
LH
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