Seven years ago, I wrote a story on my blog about a night of debauchery in which I (unintentionally) incriminated those involved by disclosing full details such as their names, references to where they lived, and basically all the things one should never specify on the internet. Especially when the people were too drunk to remember anything. A couple of days later, I got a call from one of their girlfriends.
Boy, did I ever learn that lesson quickly! I logged into Blogger (this website lived on Blogger from 2002-2005), and changed the names to Sesame Street characters and I altered any identifying information to something well-known and silly. Because we all know Sesame Street characters don’t get embarrassed.
Then I read the whole story again and laughed so hard I wiped tears from my eyes.
August 3, 2003: I Am Man, Hear Me Roar
It reads like nonsense with the names changed, but it was all completely true. I should know, I was sober — unlike everyone else.
I read stories like that and wish I could retrieve more from the dusty drawers of my brain. I would like to chronicle them here before the memories fall out of my head. Let’s see if I can come up with one before the weekend’s over.
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