Making Each Day Count

I’m a gal who’s usually hesitant to give out details about my “been there, done that”. And then I came across these from A Guy Called Bloke and was feeling a bit adventurous. So, here, folks is a bit of info. It won’t be TMI, promise.

Been so drunk, just couldn’t walk

Oh so way. A lots of times long ago.

Had a near death experience

Oh so way. That’s why I treat each day as a blessing.

Talked to yourself in public

Oh so way. Especially when I was attending acting workshop, or when I was preparing for big speeches. I would say my lines out loud, in different intonations.

Lied about age in order to fit in to the crowd

Oh so way.

Gatecrashed a party

Oh no way, I need familiar faces to bring me home when I get drunk.

Sniffed your underwear to see if it’s clean or dirty

Oh no way. Mastered the art of color coding my underwear so I know which ones to use per day. JK

Not paid a restaurant bill…deliberately

Oh no way. That’s just rude.

Woken up in a strange place, oblivious as to how you got there

Oh so way. Sometimes when I’ve had too much to drink.

Worn clothing inside out

Oh so way. When I was getting dressed after a restless night. My colleague called me out on that. Yikes.

Broken a mirror

Oh no way.

Believed in a conspiracy theory

Oh so way.

Been involved in a riot

Oh SNO way – I was caught in a middle of one back in the university when 2 fraternities got into a fight. So yes, no?

Punched someone

Oh no way. I wouldn’t have the strength even if I wanted to. Coming from me, the receiving person might feel it as just a slap.