Thinking about my mom reading this blog got me thinking about one of the more embarrassing hangover experiences I've ever had. It is exceedingly tacky. Be prepared.
I used to be quite the party animal, and nothing sounded more awesome when I was hammered than making out with dudes. Okay, sometimes nachos sounded better, but not often. Anyhoo, some night a few years back I picked up a dude from a 3rd-tier karaoke joint. La la la, next morning I kick him out of my apartment, and he wants to give me his phone number. I put it into my phone, paused, and saved him as "Friday karaoke." I had no idea what his name was. I just couldn't bring myself to ask him.
Gross, right? * Well, it still made for a good story. which I shared with my friends right away, including a new dude that one of my besties had just started hanging out with.
Fast-forward a couple of weeks: I am enjoying an unrelated hangover and large bloody mary with said bestie and her guy. I see one of my former bosses at the bar; she was hip and friend-like, but still definitely a professional, not personal, contact. She came over to say hello, and somehow I stupidly said something about being single. I don't know how it happened. Bestie's dude, who by that point had showed signs of being crappy, blurted out: