QUOTE(MissMelsWell @ Jul 26 2007, 03:13 AM)

So I was talking to my friends tonight and I brought up to them what they thought the craziest thing I ever did was. Not practical jokes (which we seem to excel at, but something I did that was incredibly out there) I think they reminded me of two different incidents during a summer trip in Europe when we were 18.
1. I went out drinking in Paris and managed to get so plowed I experienced my one and only black out. Apparently, my friend and I were chatting up some cute little French dudes (that's the last I remember) and when my girlfriend and I woke up the next morning--The cute little French guys were no where to be seen and we were on a train pulling into the Innsbrook Austria train station.

Only I can manage to go out drinking in one country, and wake up in another country.

figures. At least the guys were nice enough to wrap our train passes around our necks, and didn't steal our passports and purses. It was pretty funny, but could have certainly ended badly, but it didn't. we were just a LONG way from where we were suppose to be.
2. about two weeks later, we were in Rome... where I managed to put down almost a magnum of REALLY bad Asti Spumante and decided to take a dip in the Trevi Fountain. Did you know that you can get a ticket for that? AND the police will make you pay the fine on the spot? Luckily I had the money (that was back in the day of hte Lire) ... had I not had it... I'd probably still be wasting away in an Italian prison. ACK! Note to self: Swimming in an ancient national monument is a BAD idea. haha.
I swear to you we were separated at birth.
My mother had a travel agency so I spent most of my youth - teens through 20's - with her "helping" with her trips. LMAO. So, if you drop a coin in the Trevi fountain the myth is you will return to Rome...I wonder what it means if you actually swim in it?? LMAO LMAO. You are now the Goddess of the Trevi. Hey did you get the gelato across the piazza (towards the opposite end) and down on the left...OMG to DIE FOR!!
My girlfriends (about ten of us from all over the country) meet the third weekend every October. We call this the Goddess Weekend; no husbands/men/BF's or children allowed within a 100 mile radius. The sad part is we do have Goddess Rules. Therefore, I cannot share any of those extremely juicy details. We really aren't BAD...just Fun and Stupid.
Okay here's one: My husband and I visited Scotland with a group of friends. We landed in Glasgow and went to Turnburry (which was exquisite) from Turnburry we went to Edinbugh...OMG the men fancied wearing the kilts --and I have to admit they were DAMN SEXY in them. Anyway, with the cultural issues and all, of course they wore nothing underneath...
SOOOOOOOOOO...since there were quite a few of us we always ended up in two or more Taxi's. This become the
Mooning War of the Taxi's. All the men hung their asses out of the window's of the taxi's when we passed each other. ((Hee hee this doesn't involve ME being naked lalalalalalalalala!!))
The last night we were their the men dressed in the formal kilt attire (grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- sexy) my husband and I had this totally different American couple CONVINCED we were Scottish - loaded on the accent. Anyway he explained that purse bag worn in the front of the kilt attire was called the
"sperm bag" to the American couple. OMG, it was so hard for me to keep a straight face!
Anyway, at the formal dinner there was some dancing. The men got really hot and ended up sitting in the open window sills with their asses hanging out of the windows. I would have hated to be walking by underneath. It had to have been 2 large windows and 3 asses per window. Whew. I laughed so hard you can't imagine. Okay I'm stopping now.

Jody