This was back when I was still fun to hang out with, I was at a fencing event (*war... SCA... Like a big renaissance faire, with a lot more fighting) ... But instead of swordfighting, I'd spent most of the day with a bottle of whisky... Night rolled around and some of the people in my group took me (I was easily lead around at this point) and dressed me up like a wench (bodice, skirt, and a shawl to cover my face)...
All dressed up, they got me another beer and took me to the belly dancer party... I danced for a while, then they took me over to introduce me to the guy running the Harem... I guess as far as being a woman goes, I'm good from far but far from good, lol =0)... By this point the bodice was killing me so I convinced them to take it off, then I tied my shirt up like a REAL belly dancer. .
Some guys came along and sat with us for a while, one of them turns to me and says "You know, the leper colony is holding an Ugly Toga Party right about now, I would love to walk in there with you on my arm." How could I say no?
We made our way over to the Leper Colony's camp site... On the way, this lady threw beer at me then offered to lick it off.... I got scared and ran... Eventually we found the Lepers, but the Ugly Toga Party had just ended... The people there said they wish I'd gotten there earlier, cause I would have done well (I guess the winner was a girl in a plastic wrap toga... **** shame I missed that one)... But they told me if I wanted, I could still use the catwalk... So I did my best supermodel strut through a line of tiki torches, on my way back some lady came and jumped on me... I made some humpy-humpy motions and dropped her (she was throwing off my groove, lol)...
We made our way back to our own camp,so I could refill (I've got a "Bubba Keg" ... It's like a 64oz coffee mug that I filled up with a little bit of everything I had in my ice chest... Sorta like my boatswain's whistle drink I posted a while back) After that, we found the royal beer-tasting(or whatever they called it) festival... Some guy passed me a ziplock bag full of some misery liquid... He was calling it his colostomy bag... I drank some, then gave him a hit of my bubba keg...
... After that, everything is a blur... But I woke up the next morning in my own tent ontop of my sleeping bag, in a pool of my own vomit... The inside of the sleeping bag was still relatively dry, so I stripped off all of the puke clothes from the night before, got in the sleeping bag and went back to bed... When I finally felt awake enough to get up a few hours later, I found my glasses, cleaned them off, and had a good look at my tent... It looked like I was spinning around and vomiting at the same time, because it covered 360 degrees. Luckily, my duffel bag was closed, so at least I had some clothes that escaped my wrath...
I did my best to kind of soak up the mess, put on some clean-ish clothes and stumbled out of my tent on my way to get to the showers... There was a small group of people sitting on the picnic table in my camp, they applauded as I picked myself up out of the dirt. One of them patted me on the back and said: "Congratulations, Jeffy, you're a real pirate now" ... "Please, go shower"