by Sandie Mcgary

Created on: January 10, 2009   Last Updated: October 24, 2010

It has taken 35 years and countless hangovers to bring me to some of my most embarrassing moments, But only one stands out to the point that embarrassment takes on a whole new meaning.When I was 20, my best friend and I lived down at the beach. Her parents owned a sweet house located right in front of the water way so of course we took advantage of the scenery and freedom. It wasn't anything for us to have parties every weekend and get absolutely wasted. I being the oldest, a local and having older friends was of course in charge of acquiring the liquid refreshments.  As it turned out, an old school friend worked at the local gas station and supplied me often. She arrived at the party, brown paper bags in hand, but no beer. Only bottles of something called Cisco. We had never heard of Cisco but she assured us it was "yummy". 

I figured what the heck, I had a rough day that day so why the heck not. I popped open the top of one of the bottles of Cisco, crinkled my nose as I cautious-ly sniffed it shrugged my shoulders and bravely tilted my head back, Over the lips and pass the gums look out tummy here it comes! That one bottle of cisco was all it took. Within just a few hours I was so innebriated that the following events should not even be looked at twice. 

Earlier that day I was spending some time with my boyfriend, talking, having some lunch, holding hands...blah blah blah...long story short he dumps me for his bimbo cheerleader ex girlfriend. Again. Yes I said again. My heart was crushed, my feelings were obliterated and I was now on a mission. I honestly did not think I was that upset, but the events of the night tell a different story

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By 11:30 the party had really just started but I was in no shape to hang out. My best friend figured it would be in my best interest to take me home to my mother, I think I was bringing the party down a tad incessantly whining about my ex. Who knew drunken crying at a party was downer...hmmm. not moi. She and a few friends piled me into her Grand Am and off to mums house we go. At some point in time I urgently suggest that she pull the car over and once the car screeched to a stop I climbed out the window Dukes of Hazard style and face planted right in the  middle of a gravel road. Obviously Cisco impairs the ability to remember simple things like how to open doors, how to land on your feet, you know, little things that are slightly important but yet you take for granted.

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