[Texaxile]

Well, everyone has a secret, a skeleton in thier cupboard and an experience to share.

The most drunk I've ever been was in Thailand in 1988 at my brothers Stag (bucks) party. I was on White Russians and bottles of the local brew, Singha. Then the champagne came out, then the Sangria. I recall it was in a GoGo bar run by a friend of my Brother, I got so drunk he tipped a jug of iced water over me to sober me up, it had no effect & I proceeded to pass out.

Apparently, I was taken to the hotel whereupon I hallucinated a dog and an "alien" from the film in the room, vomited over my brothers shoes, fell asleep, woke up and then fell asleep again. When I awoke in the morning I was in the bathroom, naked, having "soiled" myself twice, was covered in vomitus, urine and a towel. In my haze I looked into the bedroom to see a Thai girl whom I'd never seen before, ever, fully clothed with a sponge, cleaning vomitus off the TV and a distinctive look of disgust and anger on her face.

It took me 3 full days of sunshine, pineapple juice and plain rice to recover, when I got my strength back I returned to the GoGo bar with my brother to apologise to the owner for defacating on the floor of the ladies toilets.


We live and learn. I can honestly say that I've never been drunk since.

[the Walkin Dude]

Tex, i will have to say, you win the hangover contest. I'm glad there was not a tiger in your room when you woke up. I have been hungover before in my younger days, but luckily for me not quite that bad. I do hope you had a good time though.  Cheers. I do remember from my younger days don't mix different types of drinks, e.g. beer, wine, hard liquor all at the same time and you have a slightly better chance of living. Going back years ago drinking straight tequila and thinking i was a bad a$$ i personally met Senior Jose Quervo and he set me straight. Only way i will drink tequila at all any more is in a Marquerita. So i admit i am a sissy boy these days. But Jose was very specific the night i met him.

[Babs Bladdyblah]

So this isn't really my most drunken moment. I decided that my upperclass reputation may suffer if I spill it... but I will spill an ex's most drunken moment...

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a 15 year old girl who was supposed to be spending the night with her girlfriend. In actuality, I used my friend as an excuse to spend the night with my boyfriend. So I got my mother to drop me off at my friends house, and later that evening, my 19 yr old boyfriend picked me up. However, when he got there he was dog drunk. So sloppy, I didn't even know how he made it there in one piece. Embarrassed and not wanting him to make any scene at my friends house (mostly cause I didn't want my mom to find out) I got in the car and off we went.

   He made it about a mile down the road, when he finally brought the car to a stop. His head fell into the steering wheel and he spewed some jibberish about how he couldn't drive and I needed to drive. He managed to get his car door open, and proceeded to partially fall out of the car. (Half his body was in the car, half out). After this he was out cold. I tried everything I could think of to get him up and moving, to no avail. So here I am, in some weird neighborhood, standing in the middle of the street when a strange car approaches. It's a man. He was all alone and my mind is racing with thoughts of how this psycho killer was gonna end my life. Turns out, he just wanted to help... (thank goodness). So the guy was gonna pick him up and shove him back behind the wheel, but I told him that there was no way he could drive so I needed to get him in the back or the passengers seat. So it takes forever (I don't remember exactly how long) but we finally get him in the passenger seat. I thank the man and he goes on his way.

   So alls well that ends well right? The only problem is, I don't know how to drive. So it ends up taking me 2 hours to get to his house, when it was only 30 mins. away. Needless to say, I left his sorry ass in the car, went in and went to bed.

That was therapeutic.

Edited by Babs Bladdyblah, 10 June 2012 - 01:24 AM.

[Major Tom]

The progression of drunkenness is, buzzed, fucked up, bullet proof, invisible, unconscious.

Those of us who have completed the progression understand that the drunkest you can get is unconscious. This stage is like absolute zero, it can not be exceeded.

Everyone who has ever drank themselves to unconsciousness is tied with any others who have also accomplished this.

The better question would be what are the craziest things you have done while drunk. In my case you would need to ask my friends, I have suppressed the memories.

I  do recall some harmless escapades and I might share some of those memories if we ever get drunk together

[backwoodsroamer]

Babs Bladdyblah, on 10 June 2012 - 01:23 AM, said:

So this isn't really my most drunken moment. I decided that my upperclass reputation may suffer if I spill it...

Gosh, uhmm, this is awkward. Oh well, best you hear it from someone who likes you. Babs, I'm sorry but you have no upperclass reputation to suffer. I'm really very sorry and I hope you don't take this too hard.

[Sweetsister]

The one I can think of is out with a bunch of friends celebrating 2 of their birthdays we decided to go to a male stip club since we have never been. well its not al its cracked up to be in the movies, it was kinda dull..so to keep entertained the drinks started flowing. My friends dropped me off at my house, I went to bed, had a crazy fit of the bed spins. Next morning I wake up and there is vomit under my pillow..I must have thrown up and just turned the pillow over...yeeech!

Edited by Sweetsister, 10 June 2012 - 02:05 AM.

[Babs Bladdyblah]

Major Tom, on 10 June 2012 - 01:55 AM, said:

The progression of drunkenness is, buzzed, fucked up, bullet proof, invisible, unconscious.

Those of us who have completed the progression understand that the drunkest you can get is unconscious. This stage is like absolute zero, it can not be exceeded.

I fully recognize that stage!


OMG! I love to see all the drunks in action. I particularly love the ones that get real pissed off and take their shirts off and starts shouting obscenities about whooping everyone's ass, and then someone comes along and knocks the drunk down. LOL  I also love the drunks who go around hugging everyone and telling everybody how much they love them.

[Ciren]

The most drunk I've ever been? A few days ago after 3...

[Babs Bladdyblah]

backwoodsroamer, on 10 June 2012 - 02:03 AM, said:

Gosh, uhmm, this is awkward. Oh well, best you hear it from someone who likes you. Babs, I'm sorry but you have no upperclass reputation to suffer. I'm really very sorry and I hope you don't take this too hard.

Ciren, on 10 June 2012 - 03:13 AM, said:

The most drunk I've ever been? A few days ago after 3...

How did I know you'd be posting in this thread. LOL

[leon the pig farmer]

All of my most drunken episodes have resulted in criminal convictions or other criminal acts so I can hardly publish them online.

One incident happened when I took a replica pistol into a Central London pub, it ended with Part of Charing Cross Road being shut down by the Met police and me being cornered by London's elite Met firearms unit.

I still only got a caution, a slap on the wrist.

Try that shit in the US and you die or end up in jail for a few months.

[Gingerbeard]

The most drunk I've ever been... Hmmm... It would have to be during the past year. My first year of college, during the first semester. I hadn't drank that much in high school so alcohol was still hitting me pretty hard when I did drink (I've drank enough now, that I can handle myself)

The girl that I had a crush on who is currently my girlfriend went home to visit her boyfriend which was quite upsetting. Some of our mutual friends invited me to go out to the woods to have a fire, and I had a half handle of Captain Morgan and Fleischmanns Vodka. I drank most of the Captain before we even went to the fire, and was offered more drinks when I actually got there. Everything is a little bit hazy, but I remember bragging how good of a kisser I was and going to each individual girl and kissing them on the cheek until I reached one of my girlfriend's closest friends and kissed her on the lips much to everybody else's dismay. After this, it was suggested that I go back and I had a friend lead me far enough out of the woods so I could see the light.

As I approached the large hill to my campus, I recalled the river that I had to pass over. I could see a run down couch near me so I assumed the bridge had to be infront of me. I take a step forward, feel wetness on my pant leg, freak out and fall face first into the water. I crawl out and have one of my friends approach and carry me back to his dorm, where I proceeded to go up to the girl's room I had kissed before and make out with her. Luckily it went no further, but this was the one and only time I was actually black out drunk. I only know so many details, because people have told me the story over and over again.

[leon the pig farmer]

The most drunk i've really been lately was when I was drinking with a group of US Rangers from Ft Benning 3 years ago, in Columbus Georgia.

But i couldn't tell you much more than that.

[DeadCave]

I've a close friend, who told me about a party he attended where he downed a fifth of Turkey single-handedly in a half hour.

The party got too rambunctious and the cops were called out and they came in to bust it up. They found my friend at one of the tables with his head down like he was sleeping. A cop shook him on the shoulder and then shook him harder... took a pulse and immediately threw him on to the floor and started CPR... rushed him to the hospital and pumped his stomach and monitored him closely until he woke up (with a splitting headache and NO idea where the hell he was at).

Diagnosis... alcohol poisoning, pure and simple.
Hate to think of what'd happen if the cops hadn't shown up.

Just a word of caution. Drink moderately and you'll honestly have more fun that way.



Not to mention you'll live long enough to tell about it.

I don't drink anymore but do recall some days where I woke up and didn't have a clue as to how I got to where-ever it was I found myself. Nor did I have any recollection of what I had done. For all I know I could've killed someone.

Lost friends to drunk drivers and lost friends who drove drunk.

I've no problem with drinking honestly, but getting shit-faced drunk is just a plain waste of damned good booze/beer. Not to mention, drinking moderately will lessen the chances of someone taking a sharpie pen to your face and ruining your whole week until that crap wears off.

No it's not funnier than hell either. It's mean-spirited, stupid and disrespectful to someone you called a friend.

Edited by DeadCave, 17 June 2012 - 12:07 AM.

[backwoodsroamer]

DeadCave, on 17 June 2012 - 12:02 AM, said:

I've a close friend, who told me about a party he attended where he downed a fifth of Turkey single-handedly in a half hour.

The party got too rambunctious and the cops were called out and they came in to bust it up. They found my friend at one of the tables with his head down like he was sleeping. A cop shook him on the shoulder and then shook him harder... took a pulse and immediately threw him on to the floor and started CPR... rushed him to the hospital and pumped his stomach and monitored him closely until he woke up (with a splitting headache and NO idea where the hell he was at).

Diagnosis... alcohol poisoning, pure and simple.
Hate to think of what'd happen if the cops hadn't shown up.

Just a word of caution. Drink moderately and you'll honestly have more fun that way.



Not to mention you'll live long enough to tell about it.

I don't drink anymore but do recall some days where I woke up and didn't have a clue as to how I got to where-ever it was I found myself. Nor did I have any recollection of what I had done. For all I know I could've killed someone.

Lost friends to drunk drivers and lost friends who drove drunk.

I've no problem with drinking honestly, but getting shit-faced drunk is just a plain waste of damned good booze/beer. Not to mention, drinking moderately will lessen the chances of someone taking a sharpie pen to your face and ruining your whole week until that crap wears off.

No it's not funnier than hell either. It's mean-spirited, stupid and disrespectful to someone you called a friend.

Years ago I started having blackouts that lasted for several days. At the time I had been drinking about a fifth of bourbon a day for about three years. Party was over for me after that. Yeah I did some stuff that seemed funny at the time. Not much to laugh about now.

One winter night we were having a party. One of the other drunks knocked a burning log out of a fireplace. I don't remember any of it. My friends said while they were running around trying to figure out what to do I stood up, told them they were all idiots,  picked the burning log with my bare hands, tossed it in the fireplace, sat down, and started drinking again.

You've heard the expression "feeling no pain."  Well I guess I wasn't. I was however feeling a lot of pain for the month after that. Right about then the fun wen't out of it for me.

I still drink a little. I don't, as we say in the South, "drink something severe."  

    

[DoctorManhattan89]

I don't feel like posting a whole story but I've been known to speak in different accents on several separate occasions.  I've been a Southerner and a Pikey most often. If anyone has seen the Guy Ritchie movie with Jason Statham and Brad Pitt called "Snatch" you'll get what Pikey is : )

[Barry Cade]

Hmn, I've only had two three four occasions in my life where I've been so drunk I was ill. Now that, my dears is not due to the fact I'm not a drinker, I certainly do partake in a cheeky sherry here and there. I think my regime for managing my booze intake (drink water and take some painkillers) and also an entirely unnatural sensible streak that comes out inversely proportional to the amount of braincells I've killed that evening I can be relied upon to ensure that people don't get involved in fights/ run out in the road/ get home safely/ be nice to one another when alcohol's involved/ solve world hunger and promote world peace means I only made that mistake twice in my callow youth.

First: 1990... Gazza crying on screen. I was fifteen; and the oldest looking amongst us (why is there always someone in your group who can pass for ten years older than the rest of you by dint of the fact they were shaving at 8? This goes for girls as well) had purchased bottles of Bells whisky from the local dodgy shop. I had, perhaps at most, a third of a bottle and I was so ill... I missed Gazza crying when he was booked and knew he would be suspended from the World Cup final should England have progressed.

And second 1993, I'd got my A-Level results and they weren't quite good enough to propel me to my first choice course in Newcastle and I'd come to the realisation that I'd end up in Leicester. That was enough to send me to a half bottle of Jack Daniels and that. my friends, was that. Kaylied.

Third. Twenty first birthday. Went to the Rocky Horror Show dressed as a nun with my mates. We were referenced by the cast which was nice. We picked up a pizza on the way back to mine. I ended up being sick due to my friends playing Destruction Derby and the huge, 'amazingly rendered' graphics were too much for my inner-ear to manage and I hueyed magnificently.

Fourth. Crashing a mate's staff party and finishing off their bar tab. I'm not proud of this. But me and my mate realised that everyone else was having draft beer so we hit the top shelf. I think it was the Metaxa that did it, but I ended up being sick in a pint glass. I think someone threatened to drink it.


Since then I've developed the capacity for handling more alcohol than that, but never with the same results. Never that same giving-up and letting the oblivion take control and the inevitable gorge rising. As some daft old philosopher once said: "That which does not kill you makes you stronger."

I retort to him that he obviously never suffered from M.E.

[Sapper]

When I was in college, my buddy and I went to his girlfriend's apartment for a saturday night party she was throwing.  There were perhaps twenty people there.  Before we got to it, we stopped in at a Harris Teeter (grocery store) and were looking for beer and / or drinks to take to the party.  My friend was standing by the Mad Dog 20/20 and asked if I had ever had it.  I told him no, and he said that I had to try it, so I got the red one, basically cherry syrup with alcohol in it.  We get to the party and he pulls the Mad Dog 20/20 out and hands it to me.  I smell it and think, god, what did I get myself into.  He then challenges me to a wager.  If I drank the entire bottle in an hour, he'd give me five bucks.  I took the wager, and I ended up drinking about half of it in the first 55 minutes.  He informed me that I was five minutes short of losing the wager, and thus I downed the entire second half of the bottle.  He did give me the five dollars, I do clearly remember that... as for the rest of the night?  Well, I remember bits and pieces of the following:

- Trying to hit on a girl by showing her boxing moves (though I had never boxed), but I didn't actually hit the girl, I don't think.
- Trying to put the broken slats of a pantry door back into place after I had crashed through it, still don't know why I crashed through it
- Vomiting pizza and cherry flavored Mad Dog 20/20 all over the living room and back porch, then trying to clean it with my friend's girlfriends hair brush since I couldn't find a broom.
- Waking up next to a couple having sex in the bed next to me, and thinking that I was too drunk to relocate
- Lighting a cigarette and dropping it and others getting mad because the rug was burning.

The next day I was asked not to come to any more of her parties and she dumped my friend about a week later too.  Ah, well, I think it was a fun evening.

[Serenity@sea]

Ah, the infamous MD 20/20 and Boones Farm Strawberry Hill. Just about everyone I know has a wild story regarding those two.......and it usually ends with cherry puke.

[backwoodsroamer]

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[Babs Bladdyblah]

Serenity@sea, on 18 June 2012 - 04:25 AM, said:

Ah, the infamous MD 20/20 and Boones Farm Strawberry Hill. Just about everyone I know has a wild story regarding those two.......and it usually ends with cherry puke.

HA! Ah yes! Mad Dog and Boones is to drunks, what formula is to infants. We all got to start out on something. LOL

[BeardedOne]

Bacardi 151, grain alcohol, and tequila are 3 types of booze I will never drink again....well, maybe a touch of tequila, but just a touch.  The improper use of all 3 have lead to black outs, violence, alcohol poisoning, and waking up in a pool of ones own urine.  

Not pretty.

I've learned to control my drinking since those days, and prefer to maintain a relatively "even keel", so to speak.

Never had the bad experiences using cannabis (waaaaaay back when I was a lad) that I did using alcohol.  Too bad it's not legal.....

[Gingerbeard]

Honestly, I don't drink that much anymore. Only now and again... last time I drank was some pretty raunchy jungle juice that my friend mixed up. I puked twice and had the worst hangover of my life. Kind of turned me off of drinking. Although, I've had an occasional beer here and there... I haven't drank to get drunk since. I prefer "herbal supplement" anyway... if you catch my drift.

[backwoodsroamer]

Gingerbeard, on 18 June 2012 - 05:00 AM, said:

Honestly, I don't drink that much anymore. Only now and again... last time I drank was some pretty raunchy jungle juice that my friend mixed up. I puked twice and had the worst hangover of my life. Kind of turned me off of drinking. Although, I've had an occasional beer here and there... I haven't drank to get drunk since. I prefer "herbal supplement" anyway... if you catch my drift.

You better be careful kid. Some cops are really good at undercover work.

[backwoodsroamer]

Serenity@sea, on 18 June 2012 - 04:25 AM, said:

Ah, the infamous MD 20/20 and Boones Farm Strawberry Hill. Just about everyone I know has a wild story regarding those two.......and it usually ends with cherry puke.

Why I do believe we have not given recognition to those two fine vintages (aged 3 days), Thunderbird and Night Train Express, "Serve Very Cold."

Edited by backwoodsroamer, 18 June 2012 - 06:40 AM.

[Babs Bladdyblah]

Don't forget Cisco!!!