What was the drunkest you have ever gotten?

[NJmaverick]

Describe your worst night (or day) of over indulgence

[motely36]

1. So little time...

:P

It may end up being tonight!

[graywarrior]

2. Fist fighting with a Hell's Angel

[NJmaverick]

5. Did you win?

[graywarrior]

30. I had to be dragged out of the bar and I hid out for a month

I won the verbal battle.

[Bucky]

3. I won't give details, but suffice to say tequila and Chef Boyardee Ravioli don't mix

In some cases, during the next day's clean up, I found that particular combination can even defy the laws of gravity.

[Lethe]

6. lol - i had a chef boyardee moment myself

once i ate the alphabet pasta chef boyardee.

when i threw it up all the letters were still intact. :D

[NJmaverick]

7. Did they spell out any words?

[Lethe]

yeah, "RAAALLLF!!!"

and

"BLUUUCHH!"

:D

[jeff30997]

4. What wes what now?

Am tellin' you I think I believe it's rite now...Hiccup! :toast:

[SKKY]

I was passed out cold in a bathroom in Trieste, Italy...

...and there is a picture of me laying down right next to one of those stand-up toilets common in Europe. And about a foot from my nose was a large pile of pony loaf. I can only hope it was mine. Did I mention the picture was taken at about 12:30pm? I was really, really stupid in my younger years.

[AwakeAtLast]

8. Well, I married him

Let's just say that the story had a happy ending. :D

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

9. Cherry Kool-Aid and 151-proof rum do not go well together.

The result was a whole glorious night of calling Ralph on the big white phone.

[RetroLounge]

10. Day or night?

How about 1988-1990.

It was a hell of a binge.

RL

[JTG of the PRB]

11. It was January of 2004, and my roommate, myself, and a friend of ours decided to have some fun...

I was still a month away from being 21, so I think my roommate's older sister bought it for us, but our night consisted of Smirnoff Raspberry Vodka. We mixed it with 7-Up and it was as sweet as candy. By the time we started taking straight shots of it, we were too far gone to know just how bad the night was going to be. Sometime around 1am, the three of us were lying on the living room floor, completely motionless, awake but bordering on passing out.

I decided that I couldn't sleep out in the living room so I tried to get up to walk down the hall. Yeah, no. I couldn't even come close to standing up. So I crawled on my hands and knees to my bedroom, turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and hung on for dear life. The room was spinning so fast around me, I was convinced that I was going to be thrown to the ceiling.

The next morning, I woke up feeling worse than I've ever felt due to alcohol, with a terrible hangover and a queasy stomach. I staggered out of my room and walked into the kitchen to make myself a nice, big hangover-curing breakfast. One smell of the air and I nearly threw up. During our drunkenness the night before, we had spilled some of the vodka on the counter and left the bottle open. The entire kitchen reeked of raspberry vodka, and I forced myself to run outside for some fresh air.

To this day, I have not had a single sip of raspberry vodka. I don't plan on having another taste. Raspberry vodka and I were friends for one magical, drunken night, but we are friends no longer.

[peacefreak]

12. Do not chew bubble gum

after drinking 5 Singapore Slings. I woke up the next morning & my brother's VW was pasted on the side with a bad, bad combination. Ok, I was a novice drinker. What do you want?
At least when I drank a quart of tequila with my friend we ended up sharing the bucket. Oh, to be young & dumb.

[mainegreen]

13. The night I ended up cruising around Baltimore with Rastas after they found me in a park.

It all started at the park. We got so drunk that one of my friends jumped off a bridge, one broke into an old ladies house by jumping through a window and calling the cops on himself (he woke up chained to a chair in a holding cell, with piss covered pants), and two of my friends ran down the street after a bus (also to be arrested). One managed to get an ambulance for the one who jumped off a bridge.

I was as drunk as the rest, which is to say dangerously drunk, but instead of jumping off a bridge or getting arrested, I ran into a bunch of kindly Rastas. I joined them in their giant Cadillac of pot smoke and cruised around Baltimore with them, getting high and just chilling. Once I was more sober, that is to say less drunk, as technically I was at this point stoned out of my mind, so not really sober, they dropped me off at home and I had some cereal, and went to bed.

Out of all my friends that night, I was the only one who did not end up either in jail or in the hospital, and it was all thanks to Rastas I met in the park late one night.

True story.

[carlyhippy]

16. wow!

Now that is a crazy night out!

[WinkyDink]

21. Awesome!

[Initech]

14. Coachella 2007 day 2.

I learned that 10% microbrews and Gentlemen Jack are not necessarily the best combination. I was so fucking hammered that I passed out while I was walking into the venue. When I came to it was 6:00, but I thought it was 3 days later so I was REALLY fucked up at this point. Thankfully I had my cell phone and was able to connect with my group after that.

[madinmaryland]

15. Well, there was the night I peed in the kitchen garbage can!!

There are some other events, but I won't go there.

[TZ]

24. omg!

Really? You've done some interesting PUI in here from time to time...so now instead of saying quit peeing in the pool...I will have to start saying quit peeing in the garbage can! ;)

[madinmaryland]

35. Uhmm. That would be called peeing under the influence!!

:rofl:

[carlyhippy]

17. lets see

night at the bar, then friends house was the after hours spot.....passed out cold, don't remember much after the bar, friend tried to wake me up because there was a half public love scene going on in the next room that she thought was funny, she couldn't wake me up....next day had to go to the bank, threw up all over the ATM haha.

[Auggie]

18. New Years Eve, in college. I swear I had a two-day hangover.

Several beers and a half bottle of Jack Daniels. 31 years later and I still get sick thinking about it.

[KitchenWitch]

19. Which time?

I pretty much did not draw an unenibriated (via either drugs or alcohol) from age 16 to age 20, when I quit completely.

[WinkyDink]

20. Cordoba, Spain. 1975. Sangria at noon. 103-degree heat. Head, meet gutter.

[crimsonblue]

22. The time I broke my nose

I'd just broken up with my gf, was being kicked out of my frat in college, so I went and got absolutely obliterated at the bar. I ended up spending something like $170. Who knows how much I had to drink, and I think I bought a bottle of Jack Daniel's from behind the bar (or paid for a bottle's worth of shots). My buddy came and picked me up, by which point I was fading in and out of blackness. I remember kicking his door, denting it badly and it wouldn't shut. We got back to the frat (I hadn't been kicked out yet), and he wanted me to go to the sleeping dorm to go to bed. I didn't want to, and proceeded to drink 6 or 10 beers that were in the kitchen fridge. Through all of this, add in falling every 2 or 3 minutes. I made it to the sleeping dorm, but had to pee. It was too far to walk to the bathroom, so I peed into the hallway. I then tried to stumble back to my room. After a while, I made it back, but was completely blacked out by this point. I woke up the next morning to my buddy, and he asked me why my face was bloody. Still drunk, I told him it wasn't. I then got out of bed and saw a huge pool of blood by the door. I guess I had tripped while taking my jeans off, and hit my head on my towel rack, breaking my nose in the process. I think I reset it while I was drunk. That must have hurt. The End.

[Kali]

23. Fleetwood Mac, Tucson, late 70's, pint of 151 - the whole thing all by my

at the time thin self. Folks in the medical tent didn't believe it was only alcohol - I said you chug a pint of 151 in the sun and see what happens. They let me out when I recovered to the completely fucked up stage as opposed to the hallucinating stage I must have been in however I got there.

There have been many but I think that was the drunkest.

[wartrace]

25. I know a woman who blew a 3.5 on her breathalyser.

She was DRIVING at the time with her children in the car. She had a little "problem" with the booze, she was finally forced into treatment by this incident.

Me personally? Drunk enough to know not to get that drunk again.

[Random_Australian]

26. I once had a sip of champagne when one of my friends announced that he was engaged.

That's it. The most I've ever drank. :shrug:

[TZ]

27. BORING!

Nerd.
:hi:
I tend to indulge in drunk dancing myself.

[madinmaryland]

37. This post is worthless without pics!!

:evilgrin:

[Xipe Totec]

28. Well there was this party, the day before finals

Mezcal was involved,

Details after the fifth shot are fuzzy.

All I know is I woke up the day after finals....

[hippywife]

29. It was my 23rd birthday.

I'm now 50 but remember it vividly. (And this is just drunk. Other evenings of different substance abuse don't count here.)

I worked a full time job during the day and tended bar at a little dive in the evenings. I had the night off and went out to dinner with friends, where we drank wine. We ended up at the bar I worked at afterwards and I started drinking rusty nails. When it turned midnight and was officially my birthday, the owner set up the whole place with shots of peppermint schnapps. I knew better, I knew better, I really knew better. But had a couple of shots anyway even though I never really cared for the stuff. He was the owner and he wanted to make it a celebration. What could I say?

When I got home and into bed the whole room was spinning. I was so afraid to go to sleep because I was certain that if I closed my eyes I was going to die. I just knew it.

I no longer drink and haven't for the last 12 years (or anything else for much longer than that), altho for many years I kept it to only straight scotch and wine. Just decided one day I was sick to death of waking up Saturday and Sunday morning feeling like absolute crap!

:puke:

[DarkTirade]

31. Just past tipsy, at that 'numb and happy' stage.

... that's when I found out its impossible for me to get drunk. Because my stomach has a normal tolerance for alcohol. My body has a really high tolerance. So by the time I finally get past tipsy and start heading towards drunk... :puke:

[blogslut]

32. Let's just say

I've fallen off my share of barstools. :)

[Redstone]

33. Not very, actually. In 18 years, Mrs R has had to drive me home only once.

I've liked to drink over the years (though not anymore,) but always knew when to stop.

Redstone

[underpants]

34. I once drank half a pint of grain in half an hour and missed three days of school

my adidas were permenantly purple...in spots

[ogneopasno]

36. I went on a three-day bender after my apartment got broken into when I was living in Russia. I gave

my statement to the militia in the middle of day two. I was so drunk I was fluent in Russian. It was beautiful.

College would have to be the night I was so drunk I went down to the laundry room to get sick. I can't even remember what I had been drinking. All I remember was that someone's laundry was in the dryer so the whole room was warm and it smelled nice and I convinced myself I would feel better sleeping there on the floor than in my bed. And it was true, I did. I was sick in the utility sink a couple times and then went back to sleep next to that lovely dryer.

[Catshrink]

38. I'm doing pretty well right now....

Had a lot of wine in so little time.

[harmonicon]

39. I have to pick ONE?!?

How could I!?!?

[av8rdave]

40. Christmas 1983. Wing DOs house

Base housing...when you walked in the front door, you were immediately in the kitchen, The Colonel greets my self and spouse (now ex) at the door and says, "house rules: I make the first drink for you, then it's self serve the rest of the night. What are you having?" We step into a kitchen with liquor on every horizontal surface. The Mrs. takes a glass of wine, and I ask for a Jack & water on the rocks. He grabs a 10 oz tumbler, fills it to within an inch of the top with Jack, splashes some water into it, a couple ice cubes, and says "here you go!"

I was dumb enough to drink it. Last thing I remember, the base catholic chaplin and I were sitting in the kitchen exchanging dirty jokes (he had some good ones!). I was seeing double by then.

Also was the worst hangover I ever had.

[abq e streeter]

41. OK---(warning: barf story a-comin')

more beers than I could count mixed with mucho pot, and 10 cent pizza slices at the legendary Okie's in Albuquerque in Oct '74. Finally got home somehow after many hours in the bar, and when everything started spinning, not only was I too drunk to make it to the bathroom to barf, I couldn't even make it to the side of the bed; just barfed next to the pillow then rolled back over and slept next to it all night. The next morning the impossibly loud burglar alarm went off at 8 am in the union hall across the street and it took what seemed like ( and may very well have been) hours to get it shut off. I took this as a clear sign from god that this was direct punishment for having gotten that drunk. Finally slept the hangover off all day long and was STILL hung over the next day when I improbably ended up backstage and eventually in the dressing room with Bonnie Raitt, who I remember suggested "going out drinking" . I must've turned green at the mention of drinking and nothing ever happened ( and I was just a beginner musician then and was quite star-struck on top of being still hung over). So, to recap, barfed and slept next to it, got tortured with a howling burglar alarm and blew a chance to "go out drinkin" ( and very possibly more than that) with Bonnie Raitt. That , my friends, was the drunkest I ever got, and the consequences thereof.

[TieDyedDad]

42. started drinking in a bar in california

woke up on a beach in Mexico...no idea how I got there..

[madeline_con]

44. Arriba!

:rofl:

[TieDyedDad]

46. what a night

I THINK

[abq e streeter]

47. thanks for reminding me of another one rivaling my drunk story above

woke up New Year's morning (some time in the mid 80's) having done a gig New Year's Eve, and was missing my pants, shoes, and part of my saxophone. The rest of the sax eventually turned up, but to this day I have no idea what happened to my pants and shoes ( and it had snowed that night too). I don't drink anymore....

[harmonicon]

57. ha!

One of my more drunk times was in college when I passed out on the lawn of my dorm, which was unfortunately across the driveway from campus police. I woke up in the hospital, but didn't have my shoes. I was pissed!! Where were my shoes? Either later that day or a few days later someone put them outside of my door... I don't know who - they were nice to do that.

[petronius]

43. As an undergrad I guzzled a couple of bottles of Cooks 'campagne'

Skateboarded down a hill and straight into a eucalyptus - the next thing I remember is waking up glued to the bathroom floor the following afternoon. However, I'm not sure this is an inebriation story so much as a food poisoning story (that $3.99 so-called champagne is toxic...)

:puke:

[SPKrazy]

45. Too many to count....

I mean puking was no big deal to me- it was normal

blacking out was a regular occurrence- it was even desired

jittery, anxious, tremulous was a common everyday thing- needed to drink to make that go away

passing out was the norm- in strange places too

Probably the very drunkest I remember getting, or it stands out in my mind amongst hundreds if not thousands of nights and days of drinking, was getting kicked out of the same bar three times in one night, and not remembering going in there but once. Taken out by the bouncer, evidently snuck back in or something, ordered drinks, danced I remember dancing and not having a clue who I was dancing with and talking to them and not knowing what we were talking about, and getting thrown out. Finally someone I knew led me to another bar so I quit going in there. I don't know what I did to get thrown out? :shrug: must have been something though. Wasn't the only bar I was ever thrown out of either.

Let's just say its a good thing I don't drink anymore because I was pretty young then, and by quitting I believe I have survived to the age I am now when I probably wouldn't have going on like that. I was out of control, I was unable to stop on my own, no one could stop me, and I have found a way to live that doesn't involve using alcohol to numb me out anymore. I don't care if people drink, but I won't and can't put my son in the path of that kind of destructiveness from me or anyone else.

I was on the Highway to Hell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQIxn7s3ym8

and I relished it at the time... my friend and I would drive 50 miles to get wasted and chase women...we would drive back with no headlights on in the middle of the night going down country roads fast and listening to AC/DC wasted as hell, on the highway to hell. Oh and more than alcohol was usually involved :smoke: :hippie: :headbang: :crazy:

Have no idea how we didn't die, or worse kill someone else. Nothing to be proud of. A sick way to live. When we moved out of the apartment we lived in that summer there were I don't know how many smoldered out roaches (from a joint) in the couch cushion I don't know how it didn't catch fire.

Good lord, I had some kind of angels watching over me man. I should be dead, but I live. And I thank you for this thread because it has me thinking some good things right now that I forget sometimes.

I'm powerless over alcohol, and my life is unmanageable without the way of life I mentioned above that saved my life.

If you wonder what that is, PM me. If you don't care, that's fine too.

I just know that no one HAS to go on drinking themselves to death if they decide they don't want to. Or drugging themselves to death.

The way I drank and used there are 4 possible outcomes: jails, institutions, death, or recovery.

I choose recovery today.

:hi:

[madeline_con]

49. Wow. AC/DC

I remember many a morning, waking up and the first thing I did was look out the window to see if I'd made it home with my car. I'd have NO memory of driving home. As I got older, I'd get something to drink, lock the door and get blitzed safely at home.

I quit that crap about 9 years ago.

[SPKrazy]

56. Good for you

I quit that crap about 23 years ago myself. Yeah, AC/DC lol, we thought we were invincible I guess.

[ElboRuum]

48. OK.

Many shots.

Then... blank. Don't actually remember leaving the bar, walking (possibly stumbling or crawling) down the street to my apartment building, entering my apartment, or praying to the porcelain god.

Next morning, awakened.

Face sideways on the floor of my bathroom, head in a pool of my own vomit.

Immediately thankful to any forces watching over me that day that I wasn't passed out on my back instead.

Scared me shitless.

Apparently, my autopilot had been recently serviced and was in proper operational condition. That could have gone pear-shaped in any number of ways.

[WCGreen]

50. Well it started at a Fund Raiser for Jimmy Carter's re-election...

Ended running naked for about a mile through the Ohio State campus...

[asdjrocky]

51. I'd hate to think I've been the drunkest I'll ever be.

It's indeed a sad thought. It would all be down hill from there wouldn't it?

[XemaSab]

52. Three lessons:

Don't EVER drink anything poured by a southerner.

Mexican food, rum, and espresso shots do NOT mix.

NEVER stay up all night drinking the night before a boat trip on the open ocean.

[Radical Activist]

53. 30th b-day

I had already had enough when we went to a bar where I knew the owner. He started giving us free shots of Jameson Whiskey. I lost track at three but I'm told we had six. I shouldn't call them shots because he was giving us more than a little shot glass. We decided it was a good idea to get some food and water in our systems before bed. I feel sorry for whoever had to clean the bathroom at the diner after I chucked three or four times. It was only the second time I've thrown up from drinking without the aid of other substances. It was one of my better birthdays.

[sakabatou]

54. I never get drunk per se

I just fall asleep after a few cups of wine.

[krispos42]

55. I've been drunk three times

Once during my last night in my college dorm. There were five beers left in the fridge, and, dammit, I wasn't going to throw them out. I drank all fire during "ER". I was still ambulatory.


Once I just decided to see what getting really drunk was like. I make a whiskey-and-coke (probably about 4oz of whiskey in it) and drank it down pretty quickly. After about a half-hour, I wasn't feeling anything, so I make a 2nd whisky-and-coke, emptying the bottle. This was a bottle my ex and I had bought to use to make a killer Easter ham the spring before we separated.

Anyway, I drained the whiskey bottle, added coke, and drank that one down pretty quickly as well.

About this time the first drink finally hit. Then a few minutes later the 2nd one hit. I was too drunk to IM. Too drunk to chat. And, finally, too drunk to stay upright in my armchair. I lunged onto my bed and passed out.



Third time I wsa out drinking with my ex-girlfriend and her family. It was in Wisconsin, the beer was really cheap ($1 light beer drafts, $3 for Dos Equis) and I won two free beers playing tabs. I believe I drank a total of 5 drafts and 4 Dos Equis in about 2 hours.

I had to get up several times that night to go use the plumbing and take antacids for heartburn, but I was still ambulatory.




I've learnd the following from these events: I'm a happy, warm, cheerful drunk. And I don't get hangovers.

The morning after the Wisconsin bar my drinking companions were... unhappy. I was cheerful and munching on a bagel when they staggered downstairs! :evilgrin:


Maybe I'm just doing it wrong. Doubtless there are several Loungers that would be more than happy to get me a bright, shiny hangover of my very own one day...

[NJmaverick]

58. Mine was at a first aid convention. Was partying hard

and the last thing I remember was someone asking me if I wanted to "try this blue shit". Next thing I waking up in my hotel room, not remembering how I got there, caughing blue dust and wishing I were dead. The rest of my group thought it would be funny to hold tours in my room the next morning and I got to hear the comments about how I looked dead or that I had oral sex with a smurf.

[Bertha Venation]

59. When I found out my first therapist was moving to Arizona. n/t

[datasuspect]

60. sept. 11, 2002

amtrak from chicago to texas.

drinking with the prescription lady and gulf war I vet.

was given a handful of pills.

drank too much whiskey.

blacked out.

came to in a cornfield being wrestled to the ground by about 5 cops.