Tonight I am drunker than hell. I find myself thinking about all of the great times of yesterday, and a few of my regretful moments while I was intoxicated. I want to hear your stories of wow and or of regret.

Everyone knows that I served in the Military, and I will share a “HUGE” regret.

One night my friend landed a date with a woman, and she requested that for it to be possible, that he must supply a date for her friend. I said, “sure.” As long, as the booze was plentiful, and funded from his wallet. An agreement was reached between us, and the double date was on. At that time, I used to drink heavily, very heavily, but I would use it as a ploy towards my sexual dysfunction towards women so I did not have to explain why they could not get my dick hard. It was early on a Saturday and I tore into a 1.75 liter of Jack Daniels. I paced on the 3rd floor catwalk in front of my friends room awaiting my fate. I got about half of a bottle down and a Camaro pulls up. The driver stepped out and was petite and blonde. By the description that my friend gave me, that was his date. I stood eagerly by, waiting for the passenger to disembark. She stepped out and almost made me flip out. She was at least six foot four and about two hundred and eighty pounds, wearing a MooMoo. I immediately told my friend that he could go fuck himself and started to walk away. He grabbed me and started to beg. I said , “there isn’t enough booze to make me say yes.” He put the bottle in my hand and guided it to my mouth. I drank enough so fast that I cannot remember anything after that moment until I awoke naked next to her the following morning. However, my friend has been happily married to that petite blonde lady, and has 3 kids to this day, all because I slept with the sasquatch, and can't remember it.

Let’s hear all of those, “what was I thinking moments,” or "It was the best night of my life, but I cant remember much of it," times.