Not to tell tales out of school, but once upon a time I was a young Marine, and had met this girl from AZ on Myspace who drove up to California to meet me. I took her to a country concert and then back to my barracks room to hang out.

She was into me, but mentioned several times that her mother had driven with her, and was at the hotel she was at. I took that to mean she wasn't looking for a one night stand, and didn't want to take a stranger back to her hotel room.

She was about four drinks ahead of me, and I was stone cold sober since I had to drive. I figured I'd catch up with her, and see what happened. Bad idea.

I had been prescribed some Meds for a minor surgery three days prior and didn't drink until we got back to the barracks. I poured a tall glass of vodka and coke and that's the last thing I remember. Apparently, halfway through the drink I got up to throw up, got some vomit on my shirt, removed my shirt, then somehow thought this girl world still be into me. I kept saying "come over here" to her pleadingly.

I didn't believe any of this until my roommate showed me the video.

He had to drive her back to her hotel because of my condition, and jokingly called me "back back "b"" for months, because that's apparently the sequence that triggered the MK move where that was uttered.

Talk about embarrassing. I felt soooooo bad, and the girl was so nice too.

So, if by some chance this girl is reading this, apologies.

Makes for a funny and humiliating memory though.