Wednesday, June 6, 2012

What To Do After Making A Drunken Fool Of Yourself

I HAD TO SHARE THIS.
 
-Steve

What To Do After Making A Drunken Fool Of Yourself

Nov. 4, 2011
Everyone goes a little overboard sometimes, right? One minute you’re at the bar proposing a toast to the 99% or jeggings or whatever and the next you’re trying to figure out why there’s broken glass and a half-eaten Hot Pocket on your bedroom floor. You can laugh it off because everyone has these moments. Everyone gets that wasted.
Here’s the sad, too real deal: not everyone gets that wasted. Never mind the people who don’t drink at all, some of your contemporaries got a buzz on and managed to make it home last night sans black out and police assistance. They remember what they did last night, and more importantly, they remember what you did last night – which is more than you can say for yourself. Waking up with the inkling that you totally screwed something up the night before is terrifying but surmountable if you have the right attitude. Here’s how to put a brave-enough face on the day after acting like a belligerent fool.

Survey the Damage

Before facing other humans, you need to get your Encyclopedia Brown on. It may be difficult to avoid humans if there’s one in your bed, but look past their naked limbs and consider them your first clue. Friend? Foe? Stranger? Did you get Chasing Amy drunk, or Cruel Intentions drunk? These are questions that need answering. Feel free to keep those answers to yourself if you’ve broken a law or some sort of moral code.
Cell phones are useful when trying to determine the extent of your stupor. Dispose of any incriminating/ emo/ pathetic tweets you may have deployed from the comfort of a bathroom stall the night previous. Check your camera for photographic evidence of your follies. And, while it may hurt, read the texts. You need to know.

Take a Ride on the Shame Spiral

Don’t waste the entire day moping around and hiding in shame, but do give yourself a finger wagging in the mirror. Even if what you’ve done was funny, harmless, or even typical, you don’t want to get to a point where asking someone how you got home is as casual as asking someone to pass the salt. Get your guilt on (briefly) and then move on with your life.

Apologize

Step number eight, brah. Apologizing to everyone who felt the wrath of your drunken rampage may take awhile because you’re probably in the dark as to who is deserving of an apology. You can tackle this in several ways – you can divide your text messages from those black hours into categories (Positive/ Negative/ Outlandish/ Irredeemable) and ask for forgiveness accordingly. Or you can wait until you return to the scene of the crime and rely on flashbacks. Order your signature drink and it’ll all come flooding back — you were standing in that corner when you hit on the dude with the girlfriend, and you smacked a shot out of Jim’s hand over there, by the DJ booth, and you kicked Dana’s beer over in the backyard and refused to buy her new one… are you good now, Celine? Is it all coming back to you now?
If you remember the victims but not the crime, just issue a blanket apology. “I’m sorry… in general, for everything.” They either a) won’t remember seeing you b) won’t know what you’re apologizing for c) will pretend they don’t know what you’re apologizing for, or d) will gracefully accept the apology. I mean, they could also knock you out or ignore you, depending on your misdeeds, but life is about taking chances.
You can also ask a friend/ witness to point out who you owe an apology to, but don’t argue with that coherent person about what you did and didn’t do if you don’t like/ believe their answer. If you can’t trust your more-sober friends to give you an honest recap of your own personal night of the living dead, you can’t trust anyone and should maybe invest in some sort of babysitter spy cam to wear around your neck every time you decide to get housed.
Whatever you do, don’t issue any mass apologies via social media. Vaguely posturing yourself as a forgetful alcoholic to a bunch of people who likely had nothing to do with your misadventures isn’t an apology, it’s a hungover, ineffective humblebrag. “just lost 20 lbs from puking ughhhh sorry if you had the misfortune of seeing me last night.” Newsflash: no one is jealous that you spent your morning vomming splatter art into the toilet. No one.

Learn a Lesson

You don’t have to punish yourself forever, but find the teachable moment in all of this. Should you delete the number of that girl you went on one date with a year ago, the one who ignored all of your subsequent text messages and for whom you feel an irrational amount of anger toward? Should you adhere to the “beer before liquor” rule? Do you need to give your bartender a “cut me off” safe word, like when you start talking about getting McDonald’s on the way home they should abstain from serving you? Don’t let an opportunity to become a better inebriated you slip away.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

30 Days of Happiness

ATTN ALL FRIENDS: There are 683 references in the Bible telling us to be happy, glad, or to rejoice. I would really like it if you would join me in my new venture. 30 Days of Happiness. All you have to do it post 1 thing on your status for 30 days that made/makes you happy. Being an eternal optimist, I know how to look on the brighter side of things. Do this with me and I guarantee you will feel lighter and more fulfilled with your life. A positive outlook is all you need to have a happy life. Let's try this together.

You can find my status updats at:https://www.facebook.com/#!/mr.steve12 

Let the games begin!!!

Day 1- I have a job in these tough economic times.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Get It Out So You Can Begin To Mend


Get It Out So You Can Begin To Mend

I know many, many people have been hurt physically, mentally, and spiritually by Victory Christian School and Open Bible Baptist Church. I personally was put down often, bullied all through middle school and high school and nothing was done when presented to the appropriate authorities, taught a few false facts presented as truth, and was told I would be nothing better than a “burger-flipper.” The school, if it hired more than just 3 qualified teachers, would have been amazing! The church, if it would have “stuck with the Book” (as Pastor Riddell always says) instead of opinion, it would be amazing!!!

There was a lot of bad that has happened over the years, but there is so much good that has happened also. The institution may have had its downfalls, but the people (for the most part) were loving people, and to most of us an extended family. Personally I feel the church should have preached more on “love” which is not only the Greatest Commandment, but the entire story of the Bible, instead of “this is wrong, that is wrong” which lead many people to form a spirit of judgment. We all need to realize none of us are perfect, we all make mistakes, and none of us are to judge one another, but simply love one another NO MATTER WHAT.

1)      THIS BLOG IS FOR ANYONE WHO HAS ATTENED VCS AND OBBC. ANYONE CAN COMMENT!!!

2)      FEEL FREE TO VOICE YOUR OPINION ON ANYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU OVER YOUR TIME AT THESE INSTITUTIONS. ONCE YOU VENT AND GET IT OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM, YOU WILL BE ABLE TO BEGIN MOVING FORWARD WITH YOUR LIFE.

3)      LET OUT ALL THE PAIN AND FRUSTRATION.

4)      PASS THIS ALONG TO OTHER PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOW WHO WOULD LIKE TO JOIN THE CONVERSATION.

5)      PLEASE KEEP PROFANITY TO A MINIMUM.

6)      YOU MAY USE YOUR REAL NAME OR CHOOSE TO REMAIN ANONYMOUS.

7)      PLEASE DEAL ONLY IN TRUTH, AND POST ABOUT YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE NOT ANYONE ELSE’S FOR THAT IS HERESAY.

8)      DO NOT FIGHT, BELITTLE, OR CRITISIZE OTHER PEOPLE’S POST. (IF YOU CLAIM STUFF HAS HAPPENED TO YOU THAN WHY CAN’T SOMETHING DIFFERENT HAVE HAPPENED TO ANOTHER PERSON?)

LASTLY BEFORE THE POSTING BEGINS I CHALLENGE EACH OF YOU TO POST AT LEAST 1 PRO BEFORE YOU LIST YOUR CONS.

I HOPE THIS WILL HELP MANY OF YOU LET GO OF THE PAIN.

LET’S BEGIN!!!


Friday, March 16, 2012

Waffle House Adventures

I love the Waffle House; I think there waffles are delish…contrary to the general census. Ever since I was a kid, I would beg my parents to stop at least once on our many trips to the South. They hated it, but I usually persuaded them into going.  When I attended Pensacola Christian College (for 10 days…read next blog.) I went there every other day just to escape the craziness of that off-the-wall school. Well over the years there are 2 Waffle House moments that really stick out in my head. Here are the stories.

Virginia Beach 2010
Summer of 2010 I was heading to VA Beach (pronounced Vah Beach not V.A. Beach) for my good friend, Stephanie’s wedding. Steph was one of my favorite college buddies. We were so close we even hit up NYC on NYE. Well this particular weekend she was the blushing bride, and I couldn’t miss this wedding for anything. Sadly, I missed my own cousin’s wedding for this one. Although I love my cousin to death, I had a great weekend. My best friend, Ben lives in VA Beach, so he had no choice, but to hang out with me all weekend. The most beautiful girl I know, Celeste lives in VA Beach so she also had no choice, but to come hangout with me. The totally awesome, quirky Hilary just so happened to be stationed in the area and when she saw my Facebook post, she joined the party. Then there was Jasmine, one of mine and Steph’s friends who joined us for that legendary NYE night in NYC. We knew all of us gathered together (without LU’s rule over us) what going to be a night to remember. Then Celeste showed up with her roommate, Emily, who by the way is quite hilarious…and so the night began!
We all had drinks poolside with the bridal party. Then once it got too chilly out we all went to the indoor pool and had a blast playing Marco Polo and taking turns in the jacuzzi. After over staying our welcome, the security guard asked us to leave…repeatedly. So we continued the party in my room. Drinks, bed jumping, a few kisses between friends, you know, the usual. Well after a few hours of partying we decided it was time to venture across the 6 lane highway to Waffle House!!!
It’s now around 1a and we are the only customers in the joint. Every table was free yet the 6 of us NEEDED to be crammed together at one table…extra chairs and all. The staff looked at us like we were crazy…we were! The cook kept hitting on Jasmine and called her Barbados every time he passed. He was a pig man, like Biggie Smalls big with a dark chocolate color to him. The waiter kept hitting on Celeste and she wasn’t having it. He creepily kept leaning over her and getting way to close. We tried our best to ignore it until the guy tried it once more. Emily then made up “The Tree of Trust.” This consisted of us putting our menus over our heads to communicate secretly with each other…we were drunk so this was hilarious to us. Well after the guy hit on Celeste for the last time Emily and I “went into the tree” and hatched a plan…basically I was to go along with what she did.
A few minutes passed by and the waiter brought our food out. Celeste was the last to be served and of course it came with some sort of comment. By now 2 or 3 other tables have filled up and now is when Emily decided to take control. She pretends to get all huffy and puffy and shouts “Back off! This is my bitch!” and proceeded to stuff her hand down Celeste’s shirt and gave her chest a shake. The made Celeste’s face turn beat red!
The guy totally backed off, but Emily kept it coming shouting “my parents don’t mind.” Or “yeah, she’s just the way I like them.” Our table was dying, and so was a couple staff members, but as for the rest of the Waffle House…silence!
Emily continued this show for a few minutes and the laughter was just overwhelming from our table. I don’t think I ever laughed so hard in my life. Jasmine and I had to excuse ourselves to use the restroom. Still in our out-of-it state of mind, when we finished we went straight to the juke box. The music selection sucked. We played a couple Johnny Cash songs and Crazy by Patsy Cline. It all gets a little hazy from this point on, but the last thing I remember at the Waffle House was Hilary and I waltzing across the dining room while Crazy was playing.
We all made it back to the hotel and Celeste and Emily had to leave. The party quickly died and the four of us that were left, passed out. The next morning we woke up and Hilary had to go home. Ben, Jasmine, and I had a craving for something greasy and coffee…so we went back to Waffle House. As soon as we walked into the now crowded restaurant, we were recognized by the staff. A few hoots and hollers and greetings came our way. We cringed because the noise of it all was killing us. We laughed and took our sandwiches back to the hotel and laid by the pool till the wedding. We certainly know how to make an impression!
Nashville 2011
Halloween 2011 I, along with my family and dear friend, Anna was in Nashville for a convention. Well Halloween fell on our free day so we met up with our awesome friend, Jenda and her boyfriend Derek. We explored downtown for a few hours then decided to hit up a few bars and a hookah shop. We sang karaoke, danced around town, and laughed a lot. We had to cut the night short because Jenda had to be back on base and Derek had to make an appearance at a Halloween party.
So armed with a nice buzz, Anna and I had Jenda drop us off at our hotel. I had a couple beers I had snuck out with so Anna and I “chilled in the gazebo” till the drinks were finished and came up with a brilliant idea. We decided to walk down to the Waffle House at the corner.
After a whole 2 minutes of walking, we sat down in a booth and proceeded to order. Like every other place I go to, when I spot a juke box…I TAKE IT OVER!!! Steve style!!! The juke box took off with a Yankee twist, I knew at any moment our Yankee asses could have been shot, so I mixed in a few country songs in between some Gaga and Shakira. I don’t remember what we were talking about, I just remember we were laughing…maybe it was due to the crazy ass music I played in the South and midnight in a Waffle House, either way we were laughing hysterically and the waitress came to check on us. We immediately stopped laughing and put on our serious face, then asked her if she could take a pic of us. It’s one of my favorite pics of us.
After the laughter died down, we were served our food. For a minute I forgot that I requested the songs that were playing, until one particular song started playing. As soon as it began, Anna’s face dropped and she gave me a look that said “I cannot believe you requested this.” And I just began to laugh and laugh and laugh. Bette Midler’s “Wind Beneath My Wings” was playing and I was in tears.
SIDE NOTE: I thoroughly enjoy making people uncomfortable with my music selections. For example I play Liza Minellie’s “Cabaret” at a certain dive bar, “Single Ladies” at the hoity toity piano bar, Bad Romance at the country bar, and anything with a beat at a church function.
So back to my story, I was pissing myself laughing, because as my friends say “I pulled a Steve.” It was great I was really enjoying the other customers’ glares. Then out of nowhere, the busboy began to sing to the counter lady. Then they began dancing. The waiters and waitresses then joined in. My and Anna mouth slacked in disbelief! It was great!!! Midnight munchies and a show??? It was a pure, magnificent moment in our lives. After the “performance,” then entire place erupted in applause and I did a standing ovation, I again erupted into laughter.
After our music and food supply had ended, we paid the bill and headed back up the hill to the hotel. By hill, I mean Mount Everest! We didn’t realize how steep the hill was until we had to hike back up it. All I know is in that 2 minute walk my calf muscles we so much more defined. We finally got to the room, laughed a little more, then passed out!
If you haven’t caught on yet, I love laughter! It truly is the best medicine. Hence Sharing Laughs .com.
Have a great weekend. Happy St. Paddy’s Day!!! Remember to smile…it increases your face value!!!

Monday, March 5, 2012

Attn: All

Hello My Little Bastards,

I am sorry I have not written in a while, I've been swamped at my jobs. Don't fear I am in the midst of finishing 3 blogs so be prepared to laugh soon!!!

Love,

Papa Steve