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07-29-2002 12:28 AM |
I got a lil story for ya'll too - by far not as shocking as Pornwolf's, but at least it was fun...
It was back in 98, at European Junior Championships in Antwerp, Belgium. We (CZE) had only a small squad of 5 people with us to represent, 3 gals and 2 guys, including me. My teammate had his birthday on the first day of competition so that we couldn't celebrate it until the last day was over. 4 days after hard working, and successfully kicking ass for our small country, we simply had to go all out :) We had brought 3 bottles of Czech Slivovic (~45% vol.), cheap russian vodka and some other vodka orange with us from the training camp that was in Plzeņ 3 weeks before we had left to Antwerp.
Now the thing was that we were accomodated in this shitty youth hostel, along with the Ukrainians (Jana Klochkova, the world record holder was there too lol), Belo-Russians and some Slovakians. When I say it was shit, it really was pretty damn bad. Compared to the Germans folks, that I knew all, I remember I felt like trash... they dwelled in this 5-star hotel, had hotel cars bring em to the pool and back each day, while we had to walk 25 min. in the cold :321GFY
Again, after few days of hard work, badass booty kicking (we had a backstroker gal win, I placed 6th in the 200 free, even beating the spoiled german shits, and other A-final appearances) we definitely had to do something to finish the successful season off. There wasn't really much to do though, which surprised me, cuz usually swimmers know pretty damn well how to party :Graucho
All I remember of that night is that we sat down under some sun roof at the youth hostel with our liquor and started drinking like there was no tomorrow. There wasn't the really slightest chance of us two getting some ass that night - just for the record. Anyway - I remember the National Team Coach came upstairs that one time, yelling at us to come back to our room until midnight ... fuck authority ! We were done swimming by then and the coach could suck our dicks & pussies. So we played cards, chatted, drank, tried to fill up the girls, and drank even more. At roughly 2 am, I was so wasted from mixing the Czech shit with the russian vodka orange, I could not stand straight... actually I didn't even attempt to get up cuz I knew I wouldn't have been able to. Too bad this feeling in my stomach really motivated me to make a trip to the bathroom. Time was precious, it got worse and worse, and Jiri (my teammate, who was by then wasted as well) told me that we should quit and go to bed. Willingly I agreed and we crawled on our hands down the 15 steps to the basement ... while we were crawling UP the next 20 steps towards our rooms, it hit me like a sledgehammer ... BANG. It seemed like all the alc suddenly got up to my brain, I got so incredibly nauxious (sp?) and had to barf asap. I remember running into the first available door that seemed to be the entrance to a bathroom and headed towards the showers. There I stood then for the next 10 minutes, puking red vodka mix with pulp, having the shit running out of my nose ... argh. It was really fucking bad :1orglaugh Somehow I even managed to turn the ice cold water on, that was running on my head and shirt while my barf fest kept on going....
The next morning I realized that I had made a mess in the girls showers ... bleh ! It stank like puke all over the floor, and my jeans (in which I had passed out) had red pulp stains all over them ... lol.
Too bad I can't fucking remember how I managed to sneak into the room (in which we stayed WITH our coaches and the head of the swimming federation...) without waking them up ....
end of story. :winkwink:
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