Crazy Nights That COULD have ended differently... - GreenPassion.org - Dedicated to Medicinal Cannabis Cultivation and Education

siriguejo · #1 (**permalink**) 10-01-2009, 09:59 AM

So im sure we all have some crazy stories in regards to our partying endeavors. Or even just exploits from our MMJ use that have put us in odd and sometimes amusing predicaments. I have 2 fond memories of and one of which i will share with you today.

After my story, comment if you want but more importantly post your story as well.

siriguejo · #2 (**permalink**) 10-01-2009, 10:37 AM

(Writer's note: this was in November 2006 before I realized MJ helped my anxiety and when i was more focused on getting F'd up in life. This was also taking place in a 4month life changing journey that has greatly improved my life.)

Salbador, Bahia, Brasil: It was exactly 1 week into my trip in Brazil. It was a monday night, which is party night in the favela (ghetto) that my martial arts teacher grew up in.

Favela is portuguese for ´´gaurd all your organs when you are there``...imagine going to a party in West Baltimore/Philadelphia/Detroit but you dont speak their language. Somehow the night starts off with just me, Mike Fassbender(of 300 and Inglorious Bastards fame), a female friend from my city and a very pale irish lady. My teacher and his wife had to go run some kind of prewedding errand and another male friend from our city went with them to use the ATM. So myself, and 3 other gringos are enjoying drinks as the only white, nonportuguese speaking people in a huge street party.

Mike, being on holiday from filming, is spieing girls he wants to "talk to." In particular there is one cutie in a group of 3. The other looked like a working girl, and the 3rd looked like a girl in progress if you know what i mean(surgery required). I think "she" was also a working girl. Mike goes over to their table, and the girl he wants quickly leaves with the mangirl, leaving him with their friend, a decently attractive lady. They chat, and she confrims she IS a working girl. When she mentions costs Mike returns to our table to quickly down a beer and caparinha.money.gif

Mike and I go to the bar right next to us to order more caiparinhas and beer. Shortly after the drinks arrive, my teacher, his wife, and my friend return. My teacher and his wife's stay is short lived however, as they, the irish chick and my female friend are all tired and decide to return back to the house we are renting a 1/2hr drive up the coast. This leaves me, Mike, and my male friend in the ghetto drinking and hitting on chicks. I have the most portuguese knowledge since i took a few years of spanish in high school. It should be mentioned that my friend is Muslim, 20, and decided to start drinking the week before so he was a lightweight. The 3 of us get drinks, and feel ok in the favela because we know our way out, and Mike has rented a car.

Mike walks off to talk to a girl but she has gone next door where there is a samba band...so we pound our drinks pay and go next door. This bar is 2 stories, rare in this area. Upstairs is filled with many attractive young ladies, who are either brazilian hookers or tourists on holiday. Mike decides to talk to a tall, large perky breasted, dark as night, hooker. My friend and I switch tables because the table we were at was wet from rain that night.

The table we switch to was right next to a table of sexy tourists and typical of my persona at that time, i stay shy and unconfident and dont talk to any of the sexy young ladies.o

Ee order 2 more beers(the beers i speak of are 600ml ~ 22oz), and a caiparinha each. They are strong. My friend pounds his and orders another instantly. He cant hold his liquor and starts passing out at the table. Meanwhile the sexy girls left without me talking to them, AND mike and his hooker are making out at the table.

It is about 2am and we decide to pay the bill and leave since my friend cant stay awake. I tell Mike that when we leave i will drive, so that he and his girl can sit together in the backseat, to which he agrees. As it is with my teacher and many brazilians, we had 16oz beers waiting for us in the car as well as prob 2ozs of pot

....maryjane...and probably some blow too but that wasnt mine.

We each crack open a beer except for my friend since he is passing out. Mike rolls a fat joint and we drive off. I should have known things would go bad when in the first 5 minutes i miss the turn we need and end up going the wrong way. To remedy this predicament i back up on the HIGHWAY to catch the turnaround exit. I miss the next turn and repeat the process.

We are finally on our way in the right direction, with fresh beers and a nicely burning joint. As we approach our exit we have 2 choices: a)pay a toll of R$6 which is like $3US, or b)take the back road which is 2times as long, unpaved, pothole filled, unlite and earlier in the week had had a police envoy attacked. For those reasons and since we have the hooker we decide not to take the very holey back dirt road and opt for the toll.

About 8miles from the toll, Mike starts receiving oral pleasure from his hooker in the backseat. This disturbs me a little, so i turn UP the rearview mirror so i dont have to see that and wake my friend so he can take my beer can and the joint. Im trying to get $ ready for the toll.

As we approach the toll, my friend turns on the overhead light to find cash. He also lowers the mirror so that he may witness some of the backseat action. i was easily distracted/blinded by this light and either, started vearing right, OR as i think it happened, somebody placed plastic jersey barriers in the middle of the lane. sons a b*itches!!!

Either way, i hear an ``OH **** WATCH OUT`` from the back seat and WHAM. I had plowed right into about 4 of those things with the front of the car. Since they were plastic not too much damage was done (i paid like $200US in the end), however we were about 50yards from the Toll when this happend, and much like in the states, the toll was manned with police. Their police are all Military Police!!!

It was about this point we rolled down all the windows and i got out of the car to wipe the crap out of my pants. Ok so i didnt actually crap my pants, but i almost crapped my pants. i was too high and drunk for such a reaction and i was shaking like a muttherf*cka.

A toll booth attendant comes out and i try to explain to him in broken Spanglaguese(spanish, english, portuguese) that the light blinded me while we were looking for toll $. I tell him im american, my friend is from eygpt(1/2 true) and Mike is from Ireland. The toll booth guy leaves to talk to the cop, and to make a call to someone. HE returns and forces me to look at the damage of the plastic barriers. He then says to just pay the toll and move on. WHAT A RELIEF!!! He didnt even look at my passport or anything. Times like that is when being a tourist was great.

After the toll there is 1 turn to make to take us home, but im not sure which it is and there are few lights in this town. Mike knows the turn tho since he has driven more. However, Mike and his ***** are going at it in the back so we miss the turn. This puts us back on the highway and we have to make a UTURN and pay the toll AGAIN!!!

We make it home safely after that and im never allowed to drive HIS car again hahaha. On the brightside the hooker didnt charge him but gave him 2 HUGE hickeys. Also the next morning i was laying in a hammock on the front porch of the house chatting with my friends. Mike's sister comes out and askes where he was and I inform her in his room, but make no reference to the night before. My day was started off right by her walking in on him and his hooker friend going at it

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What a fun night.

[NOTE: Mike was the brother of my teachers wife. we were all in Brasil for their wedding in a famous Catholic church in my teachers home town. I got to party with the moviestar for like 3 weeks...perhaps that helps explain how this story happened]

traceydm · #3 (**permalink**) 10-01-2009, 04:58 PM

oooh oooh!! love this thread!!!

i've got one!!!

long ago in the days before children came along we had a gang of about 8 girlies and we used to take turns to hold girls nights in each others homes!!
it was the turn of my friend who lived with her then boyfriend in a highrise in a particularly dodgy area of the city!

i went with another friend who was driving so i was a little worse for wear when we got there and in the lift to go up we were arguing over which floor we were going to.we argued about the name on the door too ....i said it was o'donnell.....she said it was donnelly!!!
anyway i won the arguement and out we get and go to the door i think it is!! lo and behold the name on the door says o'donnell!!!
so....for a giggle i get down on my hands and knees,open the letter box and start shrieking "LA LA LA LA LABIA LIPS" at the top of my lungs through the letter box while me and friend giggle like a pair of idiots!!!

the door opens and i'm looking at legs that are not familiar to me at all!!
i say to the guy hi we're here to see ******* and he says your at the wrong house!! i say "yea right stop having us on" and push past him to go in when a little 2 yr old rounds the corner and i think **** there shouldn't be any kids here!!!

man i was seriously mortified!!! of all places to do this we couldn't have picked worse!!
i was lucky not to get stabbed!!! tho i'm sure the guy had a great story for down the pub!!!
we still pee ourselves laughing about it even now and it must have been 15 or 16 years ago!!!!

aaaahhh the good old days!!!

UkCheeseShane · #4 (**permalink**) 10-01-2009, 05:01 PM

the legs didnt look familiar LOOOOOOOL

traceydm · #5 (**permalink**) 10-01-2009, 05:03 PM

lol !! i was on my knees at the time!! lol