500th post: Fess up - your alltime alchohol horror show

[Bundbuster]

mine: 1986 Broncos-Giants Super Bowl Orange Crush screwdriver party at my place.

Foggy details include: getting 12 points on $100 Broncos bet...my own 1.75 of cheap vodka, lots of fresh oranges...18-year memory loss after halftime as Broncos tanked...near-death experience (bodily functions shutdown while passed out on couch)...waking up partially clothed in full bathtub at 10 a.m. the next day...4 days of dry heaves, unable to even drink water...having friends drag bodily-functioned couch outdoors...strange looks from 80 year-old neighbors seeing that browned couch in my snowpacked yard...vowing to never drink hard liquor again.

Having set the abuse/embarassment bar so high, I've now cleared the way for your alchohol confessions. Bring 'em on.

[jpgray]

1. 20 shots of Karkov vodka

Friends sat me in a chair for vomiting and I missed the bucket entirely and got my pal's rug. I cleaned it up later, but I don't remember anything after having a pretty great time and dancing. :D

[mopinko]

2. ooooh

god, i started to respond to this, but i am both blushing and wretching remembering the first time i ever had white russions. i think i had about 10. shuddering now.

[Bundbuster]

3. Forgot about #2

1974...my best friends opened their new bar with free drinks all night. I was told later that I drank about 24 shots of Cuervo and a few JW blacks; found myself on the porch later with a dull knife down my throat (self-inducing), which may have saved my life. It's amazing that it took until 5 years ago to quit drinking entirely.

[reprehensor]

7. See...

It's Tequila. Always goddam Tequila.

[Tripper11]

4. After multiple shots of tequila...

it was a swan dive off a 15 ft balcony, landing flat on my front.

Didn't even bat an eyelash...got right up and kept on drinking. I just don't remember anything after the swan dive, but hear I had a lot of fun! :evilgrin:

Haven't touched tequila since....can't even smell it! :puke:

[reprehensor]

6. Damn Tequila! Satan spawn!

Hates it I does!

[reprehensor]

5. Satan, thy name is Tequila...

3/4 of a bottle of Tequila, several beers, plenty 'o' pukin'. Flourescent green as I recall. Tequila and I don't get along to this day...

[Bundbuster]

9. (see post #3) The mere smell of tequilla - "takillya"

The very odor of it can make me puke to this day, 30 years after the (f)act.

[populistmom]

8. The evil truth

I slept with a close friend's boyfriend at 18. Given the fact I have more children than # of partners, this was a huge deal for me. Huge enough that I decided not to drink at all for many years. I still never have more than one or two. In perspective, I suppose it's not horrible, but at the time it was anyway.

[Mikimouse]

10. HAHAHA! I only got drunk once in my life...

Of course, it lasted twenty years. Too many drunkalogues to list here, and I probably don't remember the best ones.

[AngryAmish]

11. Waking up 120 miles from home

And not having any pants.

[Bundbuster]

15. The gory details please, AngryAmish

By all means expound/expand on this one - inquiring minds want to know.

[nini]

24. LOL..

hahaa.. I can't even imagine

[GOPisEvil]

12. Hoo boy...this one time...in college...

I went to a large party with a friend of mine. He drove. There was serious consumption of alcohol (in my case beer). He met a girl. He decided he wanted to leave with said girl. He asked if I would mind walking home. Since we were fairly close to my apartment, and not wanting my friend to strike out with his new friend I agreed. On my way home, I had to puke. A couple of times. Thank goodness I was walking through a park, so I, uh, puked a couple times, and continued on my way. Right as I was entering my apartment complex, the police car that had been following me hit his lights. :o The poliecman asked me where I was headed. I told him I was going home, and that I lived in this complex. He let me going saying that if I was headed to another party, he was going to arrest me. I haven't been that drunk since.

[Tripper11]

13. I don't know what's worse....

actually remembering your drunken stupidity or..the looks on your friends and acquaintances faces the next day and trying to figure out why they are keeping you at arm's length and whispering.

[rudeboy666]

14. piss in kitchen

Don't remember how much I drank six years ago.

But I do know that I was depressed and I wanted to get fucked up!

To make a long story short: I ended up passed out cold in a dance floor of some club(don't remember). I afterwards vomited in my sister's car(don't remember).

I do recollect being taken home.

HOWEVER, I do not recall pissing in my sister's kitchen. Apparently, in my drunken stupor, I thought that my sister's kitchen floor was the bathroom. I pissed like there was no tomorrow. The whole kitchen floor was inundated with fluids!

If this wasn't enough(I already felt like shit@), my sister reminded me that I also puked all over her car's interior.

Of course, I promised myself to NEVER, NEVER, EVER drink again.

Next week I was drinking like there was no tomorrow!

cheers :-)

[Bundbuster]

17. LMAO! You're not alone

In my college fraternity - dead ringer for Animal House - I took a wrong turn into the hallway pay-phone booth and let 'er rip. Back then & there, such was considered normal.

[Mikimouse]

16. One time, in band camp...

nahhh, I just can't bring myself to do that.

[populistmom]

18. On second thought

I have one drink tonight and start shooting my mouth off again publically. I am not a lady who can hold her liquor. Not when I've got the blues anyway.

[ScreamingMeemie]

19. Wine, monopoly and the Doors...

A friend of my husband came over to play Monopoly. We used to get together pretty regular and have the tournaments. He brought this awesome wine over. I can't remember the name because I drank it all and the whole night is kind of surreal in hindsight. Anyway, I got so loopy I shoved my money across the table and went to lay down on the couch. I was winning too! I'm there on the couch and listening to Doors and darned if I didn't start to "live the music" It was sickening and fascinating at the same time.

I ended up with my head in the toilet bowl and two men laughing above me. Creeps that they were.

:hi:

[davsand]

20. It involves a box of white wine and floozy behaviors.

Yep, I drank the retched mess all by myself because nobody else would touch it, and I evidently was the belle of the ball--however, I did leave alone. I was told later that no less than three men left that party with my number--and I am durned if I can remember any of them. I have been accused of swapping spit with at least a couple of them, so it must have been one heck of a night...

I got lost going two blocks to my house and woke up the next morning with a house full of guests, no access to the bathroom and the beginnings of a real stomach purge. I got semi dressed and went out my back door and vomited behind my garage. Then I went in the house and fixed brunch for 10 while ducking out to vomit periodically.

I still cringe when I think of it.

Laura

[TrogL]

21. Declared dead

Drank an entire bottle of gin neat with a few beer chasers.

(This is according to witnesses)

Said "i feel strange" and collapsed and began throwing up. Someone stripped me and dragged me into the shower and turned it on. I sorta slithered out and kept throwing up. Eventually a med student came by and took my pulse and couldn't find it and began running up and down the hall screaming "he's dead, he's dead".

Woke up the next day in my roommate's bed, threw up on the floor, in a wastebasket in my sock drawer, in a glass, on my chair, wandered down the hall the toilet and threw up all over that.

[ScreamingMeemie]

22. Holy Cwap...! You win.

:scared:

[Bundbuster]

25. Excellent, TrogL ...but did your bodily control functions

shut down? You know, the involuntary ones that keep our pants clean?

I hate when that happens.

"I feel strange"...."he's dead!" LMAO

[bubblesby2002]

32. I posted before I read your post

He's dead he's dead, holy crap that made me laugh. Never trust a med student

[bubblesby2002]

23. I have many

But one Sunday morning - actually around 2:00 in the afernoon, I woke up with a huge bandage on my head and 20 stitches over my left eye. Apparently, after drinking mass quantities of vodka and orange juice, I was dancing and did a head plant onto a coffee table. And at the hospital when the doctor was stitching me up I puked all over him.
Kind of embarrassing, butI'm old enough to know better now, right?:toast:

[Bundbuster]

26. The ole Vodka Twirl - I often danced it well

You would have been most welcome at my Super Bowl screwdriver jig.

BTW - just HOW old is "old enough to know better?"

[bubblesby2002]

27. 39ish You know like Jack Benny.

Actually 43. How about you? Could we have danced said jig together? Now I just drink single malt scotch, usually in moderation.

[LiviaOlivia]

28. Hi bubbles

Up for a movie thread? I've been enjoying a Fat Tire or two..

[bubblesby2002]

30. Me too to both

n/t

[Bundbuster]

31. Took me 51 years to get "old enough"

Jumped on the wagon 5 years ago, but we would certainly would have done a fine jig in '86. Hurts just thinkin' about it.

[Nikia]

29. Second time drunk

Six months before, I had gotten for the first time. I had no problem with six shots of vodka and even pretended to be sober.
The next time I got drunk was at a fraternity after the party party. I was dating my husband at the time and felt the need to keep up with him for some reason. He is a big guy and I was/am a small girl. He weighed about twice my weight. I had 11 shots of hard liquor. I hadn't had any alcohol since the last time I had gotten drunk. I didn't know it took a while to fully feel the effects. While I was fine on 9. I was on the floor after 11. I was fully conscious but the room was spinning and everything was happening in slow motion. A guy knocked over the coff table. I saw him go to hit it. Then I saw it knocked over. I had trouble walking to my husband's room. A little later, I stumbled to the bathroom and puked a lot. Then I puked more. Luckily, I didn't get a hangover, probably because I had gotten rid of all the alcohol.
I don't see why some people like getting that drunk. I was scared through the entire experience.

[Exultant Democracy]

33. I don't usually remember

but generally what I have done is so embarrassing/amusing that I get to hear about it for a week afterward. I guess I have a few winners I could share.

Last Yale-harvard game while I was at tailgates (this is sat morning and I had been drinking since wed afternoon,)3 of my friends and myself for some reason decided that it was cool to kick each other in the nuts. Then one of them puked and tossed me into his puke. At this point I apparently disappeared only to return later with no pants, a straw hat on, and a fog horn, proclaiming "I am Burrito Sanchez." No one knows where my pants went, or how I got the hat and fog horn.

Freshman year I was at a frat party (turned out to be the frat that I joined,) feeling really drunk, so I decided I needed to drink some juice. Lucky for me there was a pitcher of kool-aid sitting on a near by table. I proceeded to pick up to drink the better part of the pitcher. A little while later (I had no sense of time so who know how long it was) I started to feel just totally fucked up, and the last thing I remember is on of the brothers saying to me "That was the most grain I have ever seen anyone drink." It turned out that the pitcher was full of grain alcohol not just kool-aid. From what I'm told I then made my way up to the bathroom ( breaking the pool table on my way) took off all my cloths in front of everyone (it was a big party and apparently there were three girls talking in there) and climbed into one of the showers where I spent the next full day with the hot water running. The brothers fearing that I am going to die decided to keep someone there to watch me, and instead of passing out like any normal drunk, I spent hours telling stories to the brothers that were watching me. What I am told is that that eventually most of the the house came and listened to my crazy stories and that I was so damn entertaining that they gave me my bid.


Another good story is from a few years ago when I went to a friends house party. The friend that was throwing the party likes to hook up web cameras in every room of his house so that he can record it, and so that people who are thinking about coming to the party can see what it is like. I got shit faced drinking G&Ts, forgot about the web cams, and had sex in his bed room. I didn't find out till then next day that there were 20 people in the next room over watching us on the computer, and it was being web-cast to people all over the school. Lucky for the me the girl was hot and I did a good job, lucky for the girl that she went to a different college.