{"id":232,"date":"2004-04-23T02:43:25","date_gmt":"2004-04-23T00:43:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/?p=232"},"modified":"2004-04-23T02:43:25","modified_gmt":"2004-04-23T00:43:25","slug":"2004-04-23-0243","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/?p=232","title":{"rendered":"2004-04-23 02:43"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A story, that some people are trying to make me tell, in Zhoro&#8217;s blog&#8217;s comments, and which is probably my biggest screw-up :)<\/p>\n<p>It happened on one Stefan&#8217;s day (somewhere between Christmas and New Year), 1998 (or was it 1997?), we celebrated it in a friend, Stefan (blurmind, may he rest in peace) in Dobrich. There were a lot of people invited, some of them &#8211; from irc. I wanted to get really drunk because of some reason, and I killed a 3\/4 bottle of gin in about half hour, after which some stuff happened, I logged somewhere, etc, but my memories really disappear. I (somewhat) remember that I lied on some balcony (some people said that is was for about 40 minutes), then they carried me to the taxis, to get home (I almost have gotten into a fight there, I haven&#8217;t seen that the taxi that I tried to sit in has already been busy). I somewhat had reached home (thanks, autopilot!), where I almost remember vomiting through the window, and that in about 4 in the morning my father checked my pulse. In the morning I found the hard way that I&#8217;ve puked all over my hair.<br \/>\n(this should give you a vague idea how drunk I&#8217;ve been)<\/p>\n<p>The fun thing was, that I found that I&#8217;ve written some of my passwords in my notebook, that I carried then. I don&#8217;t have any recollection why and how I&#8217;ve done that, but the first thing I did was to call the office to have them changed&#8230; I heard that some people had the idea to use them in some way, but nobody did&#8230;thanks :)<\/p>\n<p>Another funny moment &#8211; Rumen Svobodnikov was there, and I found out about that a few months later&#8230; I started really to hate gin then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A story, that some people are trying to make me tell, in Zhoro&#8217;s blog&#8217;s comments, and which is probably my biggest screw-up :) It happened on one Stefan&#8217;s day (somewhere between Christmas and New Year), 1998 (or was it 1997?), we celebrated it in a friend, Stefan (blurmind, may he rest in peace) in Dobrich. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-232","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/232","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=232"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/232\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=232"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=232"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vasil.ludost.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=232"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}