As we catalogued our most shameful delivery orders of all time this week, we realized that there was a bit of a pattern: we had often indulged in one too many cocktails before they occurred. We are all adults, and there is the possibility that we should know better, but most of us subscribe to a very strict "work hard, play hard" ethos and occasionally that leads to making moderately idiotic food choices in the heat of the moment.
Whether our eyes were six times the size of our stomachs, our motor skills were impaired sufficiently to totally embarrass us or we just lost touch with good taste momentarily, below you'll find some of your HuffPost Editors' most gut-wrenching drunk food fails. All answers are anonymous to protect our egos. We promise we will try harder and drink more water next time.
No judgement here. This is a safe place. With pizza and room service.
I ate all of the mozzarella sticks, one potato skin and basically fell asleep at the table. I will never live it down." -- Anonymous HuffPost Editor
When the guy delivered our pizza we were both so embarrassed to open the door in our bath robes. I made him do it. The whole time we kept saying "when in robes" (a la when in Rome) and thought it was really funny. We ate pizza in bed, in robes." -- Anonymous HuffPost Editor
When I got out, the center of my pizza mountain began to collapse, and I quickly realized no homeless person will be receiving a personal pizza that night, unless they grabbed it off the ground. In an effort to note waste the food, we tried to gobble up pieces of what was morphing into a ball of pizza. My friend who has a gluten intolerance attempted to just eat the cheese. It was messy, and we more or less looked like how dogs look when they attempt to eat pizza." -- Anonymous HuffPost Editor
