First year in law school, one last hurrah before finals. Drinking something called Irish margaritas. Ran into someone from school and it sounded like a good idea to have sex under the bar. It was an extra one that would be pulled out on the patio in the summer. This happened in the late fall.

Having sex when suddenly someone pounded on the bar and yelled at us to get the F out of his bar. When the guy and I crawled out, the whole place cheered. I was mortified and didn't plan on ever telling anyone.

We walked back to the guy's house and the bartender has already called the guy's roommate to tell him what happened. The guys were regulars there.

It's been more than 15 years since it happened so I can laugh about it now, but it was humiliating at the time. I also quit drinking for some time. :-)
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