Makes me want to sing the Wonder Years song.

You know the one,

And we have a little help from our friends...

I love that song. I love Joe Cocker. But that has nothing to do with this post.

Once when Rob and I had been together about a year I went out and boy oh boy was I thankful for him later that night.

Katie called me earlier in the night and asked if I wanted to meet up with her and Shanna at the Little Wall ( a bar us Reno people go to). I agreed but then I got there and realized what she should have said was do you want to come with me, Shanna, Candace, my boyfriend, and all of my college friends. So since we all know I'm shy I did what I always do in those situations. I got drunk. Not just drunk, but not seeing straight, running into tables, not making a word of sense drunk. Shanna and I ended up outside in my car drinking more because basically we were totally uncomfortable in front of Katies friends. At some point Shanna passed out in her car and I realized I had to leave. I went in and signed my receipt and then realized that I had to pee. So I climbed over my passenger seat and out the door and peed right there next to the curb in the dirt. As I was peeing I called Rob and told him I needed to get home because there was no way I could drive. Not even kind of a little could I drive. Rob however was working in Carson that night and there was no way he could come get me. So he thought he would call his roommate Shane. Only in my drunken stupor I REFUSED to leave my brand new Passat at the bar. My brilliant husband then calls my cousin. He asks if she can go pick up Shane and bring him to me (I am so lucky we all lived with in about 5 miles of each other and this bar) then basically she just got to go back home. It was also about 1am or later. So Lisa brings Shane and he finds me still sitting in the dirt with my pants around my ankles (I had managed to pull up my undies I think) and about to barf. Shane was like okay Shannon you need to get in the car. So I got in the front passenger seat hugging the seat meaning I was facing backwards. Thinking I was totally sober I start grilling Shane about his relationship and why they broke up and on and on, pants still around my ankles. At that point I realized I was going to puke. So I'm now hanging my head out the window puking all over me, the outside of my car and the inside of my car. The worst part is it was blowing back at me so I had puke all up in my hair and everything. We finally arrive at Robs house (Shane had to take me there or he had no way home) and I climb/fall out of the car and curl up in the driveway. Shane is like "Shannon you have to come in." I was like nope I'm so comfy here please just leave me here. Shane basically said Rob couldn't come home and find his girlfriend passed out in the driveway. So he got me in the house and I passed out on him. Finally he got me up the stares into Robs room. I threw up a way lot. However in my genius state I pulled the garbage bag out of his trash and then puked in it, puked on his comforter and just dumped it in the bath and then passed out for the night under his ironing board. Ask me how impressed Rob was with me when he got home and had no blanket and a trash covered in vomit.

Every time I hear this story and I think of Lisa and Shane having to come get me, well it makes me want to sing the Wonder Years song.