My most embarrassing moment involves being drunk. The funny thing is that in the morning I had absolutely no memory of what had happened to my face until I started asking friends with whom I had gone out with that night to piece it all together.
I woke up, hung over, and entered the bathroom. In the mirror, a shocking sight awaited me. Dried blood covered the entire left side of my face. I cleaned up as best as possible, it hurt, and I tried my hardest to remember what had happened.
Everyone stared at my face at work. They asked the question to which I did not have the answer. One of my coworkers was a girl with whom I had been hanging out with the previous night, but she provided no clue as to what had transpired to cause the damage to my face.
Eventually, later during the day, I made some calls and received the answer that had been eluding me.
We were all leaving the bar and climbing into our friend's car. I realized I had left my cell phone in the bar. I rushed back inside, tripped at the door, and flew across the rug. The damage to my face had been caused by rug burn. Slowly, a memory resurfaced of being woken up inside the bar. I was sitting in a chair, bartenders and friends were fussing over my face, and then my friends helped me home where I went to sleep to have no memory of the incident until I would be reminded of it later.
Luckily, my face did not scar.
I woke up, hung over, and entered the bathroom. In the mirror, a shocking sight awaited me. Dried blood covered the entire left side of my face. I cleaned up as best as possible, it hurt, and I tried my hardest to remember what had happened.
Everyone stared at my face at work. They asked the question to which I did not have the answer. One of my coworkers was a girl with whom I had been hanging out with the previous night, but she provided no clue as to what had transpired to cause the damage to my face.
Eventually, later during the day, I made some calls and received the answer that had been eluding me.
We were all leaving the bar and climbing into our friend's car. I realized I had left my cell phone in the bar. I rushed back inside, tripped at the door, and flew across the rug. The damage to my face had been caused by rug burn. Slowly, a memory resurfaced of being woken up inside the bar. I was sitting in a chair, bartenders and friends were fussing over my face, and then my friends helped me home where I went to sleep to have no memory of the incident until I would be reminded of it later.
Luckily, my face did not scar.
"Never trust a fox. Looks like a dog, behaves like a cat."
~ Erin Hunter
~ Erin Hunter
