Sometimes Before

I was on a summer exchange program in Austria, staying at this cheery dorm, having as they 'd say in Dirty dancing - Time of my life. We were drinking 24/7, not really overdoing it, just chillin, or so did I thought.. Around lunch time, one weekend I had to comeback to my room to grab something. I was already on my 5th beer of the day, and suddenly when I entered the room,I felt this choking sensation, that I must immediately leave the room. I started to scream and run around the room, deliriously touching the walls, trying to get out, but I stopped before the door, because "It wouldn't be fair to use them again" And before I knew what was I doing I found myself standing on the table, almost smashing the laptop on it, and opening the window. And i jumped, I jumped without hesitating, without thinking that my room was on the 1st floor of the dorm, and these were high Austrian ceilings...
16 hours later I woke up with a horrible hangover with 6 people in white coats staring at me. Behind them there was a huge writing on the wall " Department of Neurosurgery". First they asked me did I think I had wings, then they told me there was no brain injury or broken bones and I was introduced to a psychiatrist and spend the day being analyzed by her. I was released at he end of the day with bruises, headache, painful cramps in my whole body and a strong recommendation to stop and avoid further drinking. Do I even have to mention how "thrilled" my parents were?
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My crew and myself was swimming, sunbathing, drinking beer, flirting on a beech etc. at Boracko lake, a standard summer procedure in Konjic, Bosnia and Herzegovinia. All out of sudden some bikers (dudes and chicks) joined us and we continued drinking with them till the dusk. We finally all crammed into a van and in no time we reached Mostar when we realized that my bro and my self are the only ones from our crew, not knowing where we are going, surrounded by a bunch of bikers, and that we actually just wanted a ride home in Konjic.
We actually ended up in Stolac and one of the flashbacks was that we're breaking into house belonging to one of the bikers because he lost a key. There is no much flashbacks from that night except that I've ordered cevpi and actually had no even a dime in my pocket.
The next morning we've been woken up by a beautiful scent of burek pie, but still had no clue neither where we are nor how we got there. The chick entered the room calling us for a luch - we had no clue who she is either. It turned out that we stayed overnight at one of the biker's house. The chick is his sister that was partying with us in Stolac last night and their mother made us that Burek pie. It was a good pie, but we have been so hanged over that we couldn't eat much.
We all gathered once more for a coffee that day and we couldn't believe how welcoming everyone was. They gave us a ride to Mostar so we can take a bus to Konjic.
After all these years we're still good friends despite we don't meet each other so often.
sometimes before...
So, in one of my many similar nights out, it ended in this student club until cca 5am... and we drank a lot. So, when going home, I was waiting for a tram to come so I can get home. However, as it was already cca 5am, the day trams started going (as opposed to special night lines). I entered the tram... and woke up at 9:30am. In a full tram. Of people who showered, got dressed and are going to work. As opposed to a smelly, sweaty, dirty, hungover mess I was. Not cool! I was driving 4 and a half hours while in drunk sleep having a lot of people around me. Luckily these days I can afford a cab.
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Last week I got out with some friends and my old teacher from high school. We had one too many or at least I did, since tomorow mornimg they told me that after I raised my hand and ask my old teacher if I could use bathroom.
sometimes before...
One time I got so drunk at the club that while i was going to the bathroom and in there I turned and bumped at the guy, I apologized... it took me few mins to realize that guy I bumped into was my reflection in the mirror.
sometimes before...