Tell your best 'drunken barfing' stories here!

[dolo amber]

One of our traditions when I was a young punk-rock kid was to get a bottle of rot-gut alcohol before a concert and down it, thus negating the need to have money to buy beer once inside the show. This worked well on as many occasions as it backfired horribly.

My best pal Rachel and I, on such an evening, chose as our beverage the inimitable *wine* Night train. Which tastes much like you'd expect something with such a name to taste, and if slammed, produces a near Peyote-like buzz. (Almost as good as the Robitussin we would slam as 13-yr olds, but I digress...:D) And so, bottles purchased, bottles slammed, off to the show.

I can't really recall the particular show (for some reason I want to say P.I.L... anyway...) but afterwards we ended up, as usual, at my 3rd floor apt. overlooking 'the strip' in Cincinnati's fashionable (read: college slum) Clifton. It's late fall, and unseasonably humid. Suddenly I see a green pall come over Rach's face and she rushes to the balcony, accosting late-night barflies with a shower they neither expected nor appreciated.

The resultant purple-splatter stain remained visible on the sidewalk lo that long winter, and was only finally removed by the welcome rains of spring. It's no exaggeration to say we were pretty much 'fixtures' in the scene at that time, and there was NO END to the teasing and kidding and re-telling of the infamous tale of "Rachel's spot". :D

[KissMyAsscroft]

1. I got real drunk and barfed!!!!

Neat, huh?

[imax2268]

2. Well...

I ate at Denny's one night...was really drunk...went to the restroom..."sold Ralph a Buick" and then proceded to pass out underneath the table at my booth...a police man came and woke me up and said to stay out of Denny's for awhile...

[Kenneth ken]

3. Mad Dog

the first (and last) time I got drunk on MD20-20 wine.

College freshman. 8 of us going to a cub, so we drank some in the dorms before hand. off to the bar, all of us crowded into a Gremlin.

sneak the bottles into the bar.

we got a table right next to the dance floor, wall of colored flashing strobe lights - it was disco days. after a bit we had accumulated several pitchers of beer, numerous glasses.

I chugged the last half-glass of my bottle of "wine", someone handed me another, so I chugged it; they hadned me a third, I chugged it. As soon as it hit bottom, it all came back up. Barfed all over our little table.

Once I get sick, I'm done; it's like my brain shuts off. So there I am seated, swaying and brain-dead at this table, watching the colored lights flash. I sort of passed out, and toppled, along with the table and pitchers and glasses onto the dance floor.
Later, I was in the restroom, hugging the commode, several of my friends stopped in to check on me.
Later, one of the bouncers(?) was going to take me home, so I was outside, dry heaving on the hood of someones VW bug.
Later I was back in my dorm - YAY!

Next day I realized I had lost my eyeglasses. Turned the whole room upside down, but didn't find them; had to get new ones. 3-4 months later, found them in an inside pocket of a winter coat.

[Beaker]

7. mad dog was my first serious drunken-sick as well...

but for me, it started in high school. and it was great how the md20/20 bottle fit so nicely in the back pocket of my levi's while i was playing softball.
by college, i had moved on/up to manhattens...and i had a few good sicks on those as well.
as for today- i've been liqour-free for the most part for the best part of 3 years now, and i don't miss the stuff AT ALL. -but if you tried to take away my weed, you would NOT be successful.

[Kenneth ken]

12. shouldn't

they be required to put a warning on that bottle?

"WARNING"
IF YOU DRINK MORE THAN 2 OUNCES OF THIS AT A SITTING,
YOU WILL
BARF YOUR GUTS OUT"

[dolo amber]

4. You'd think

on St. Paddy's there'd be more drunken barfing stories...:shrug:

[Kenneth ken]

5. maybe

most people are still working on creating their best one. :D

[dolo amber]

8. Nice theory there

;)

Perhaps this will require an early morning kick. :evilgrin:

[Kenneth ken]

9. well

if the theory is actually true, perhaps a mid-afternoon Thursday kick would be more appropriate. :evilgrin: :evilgrin:

[dolo amber]

11. Touche

;)

At last, my evil nemesis, we come to an agreement...:D

[Kenneth ken]

13. we're friendly drunks

:D

and it's a drunken thread

[Exgeneral]

23. Green barfing stories

NEVER have a party at your own house with free green beer on St Paddys day if you are in college.

The resultant green tinge to the bathroom tiles could take years to bleach out.

[Zinfandel]

6. Old English 800...smile...thought I'd never look at another beer for

as long as I lived!

[NoPasaran]

10. The Night Roy Cohn Died

Ate with a friend at a place called Steakburger. Had a few beers. Went to a bar. Had a few more. Went home. Had some more beer. Probably smoked a doobie or two. Probably had another beer or two. Threw up.

In the morning I felt better and Roy Cohn was still dead.

[gold_bug]

14. I puked on a first date.

I drank too much because I was nervous, but instead of calming me down it made me sick. Blah.

[CrownPrinceBandar]

15. Is that Rotten you're talking about?

If so, I'll have to send her a special email and jibe her about that. :P I've been meaning to email her anyway.

[dolo amber]

19. In fact...

it is. :evilgrin:

She's off to Florida this week, but I'm sure she'll pop in to check her email from time to time while she gets settled. ;)

[jburton]

16. I guess I was about 18 or so

I was at a typical Denny's-esque spot, only sleazier. It was after all the clubs pretty much shut down. Perhaps 4am-ish? I felt sick, went outside, and sat next to the road on a bench. Well, it turns out the bench was a bus stop.

I started projecting just in time for the early bus to pull up and think I was a passenger. He closed the door as soon as he figured out what was going on.

[WillyBrandt]

17. Was talking to a girl--left abruptly--puked--was 45 minutes ago.

But I really don't think anyone knew...

[proud patriot]

18. I used to have a bumper sticker above my toilet

it said "party til you puke"

I had many friends who rue the day they saw
that sticker ...:evilgrin:

Someone actually wrote "and then party some more"
in little letters on it ...

We were a wild rowdy bunch :shrug:

[Blue-Jay]

20. Haha!

"get a bottle of rot-gut alcohol before a concert and down it, thus negating the need to have money to buy beer"

It's called Frontloading.

I don't puke, so I don't have any good barf stories. Drunken-mystery-pissing stories, on the other hand....

[dolo amber]

21. Well, it's an appropriate name

Obv. the story doesn't have to be about you (note mine sure wasn't! :D)...I'd venture to guess you may have been to Clifton at some point as well. :D

[Blue-Jay]

24. Clifton?

If you mean Clifton OH, then yes. There's a wonderful futon shop there owned by a nice queer couple. The last time I was there one of the owners directed me to the "back yard" which was a wooded area with a creek. He said that he goes out there to think, and maybe I'd appreciate the atmosphere as well before deciding on a purchase. He was right. It was a good place to think.

[Commie Pinko Dirtbag]

22. Lightning reflexes

Going home from party, me on the backseat of friend's car, with other friend on the passenger seat. Suddenly I feel "it" coming and scream STOP THE CAR NOW! They get it. Since it was a 2-door, the friend in the passenger seat had to leave to make way. I don't ever recall anybody reacting so fast. Yes, the car was lucky.

[DemoTex]

25. Lam Son 719, the invasion of Laos (2/71)

I had been flying my ass off doing long night-missions on the Ho Chi Mihn trail for several weeks. I finally got a couple of days off. I was TDY (temporary duty) at Hue-Phu Bai along with a few other pilots from my Cam Rahn Bay unit. A couple of us headed for the closest O-Club we could find. It was a 1st Cav helicopter-pilot place. We were like the proverbial strangers walking into a saloon west of the Pecos. Man, it got quiet when we walked in.

Things warmed up, though. When those ballsy Cav pilots, in their Cavalry hats and waxed mustaches, found out that we were the guys who flew the trail at night in Lockheed P-2s, the drinks were on them. I made the big mistake of drinking Mateuse rose wine. During the evening, a Cav UH-1 Huey driver threw down the gauntlet for us to fly with him, the next morning, on a re-supply mission to an artillery base (FSB) in the northern A Shau valley (maybe FSB Sarge, but I'm foggy on that). We accepted the challenge. We were to report to the chopped pad at 0800 the following morning.

At 0730, my roomy rousted me from my bunk in the quonset hut. God was I hung-over! He said I had slept through a 122mm Katyuska rocket attack at 0400. They couldn't get me out of my rack and to the bunker. What's that old saying about drunks and fools?

Anyway, Les and I make it to the Cav chopper pad just before liftoff. Probably still somewhat drunk. We climbed aboard and the UH-1 lifted off, heading for the "Valley of the Shadow of Death." My stomach was doing Immelmans.

On the approach to the FSB, all hell broke loose. A 12.5mm anti-aircraft arty piece opened up from our 2-o'clock position. Torry, the 20 year-old helicopter pilot turned away from the gun. Another 12.5 opened up. Torry yelled "FLAK TRAP!" I puked, out the open door into the 80-knot slipstream and on whatever NVA and VC were below. They probably wondered, if it hit the ground, if the enemy always flew around stinking of cheap Portuguese wine.

[latebloomer]

26. 20 years old, sitting at Jacks bar in Cambridge

empty beer glass in front of me, leaned over and neatly filled it-- just below the brim. Perfectly. Poor bartender.

Then there was the time a few years earlier-- Romilar cough syrup-- the side of my boyfriend's sportscar-- his father found it caked there the next morning.

[EstimatedProphet]

27. Grad school party

At the time my drink was "prairie fires"-half tequila, half tabasco. I had several, along with a bunch of other people there, and a lot of beer too. So some of us get the idea that what we really need, RIGHT THEN, is cigars. So off to the store we go in the car of the guy who is likely the least drunk...
He's bumping all over the road on the way to the store. Naturally this doesn't agree with drinking tequila...
We got cigars. We're driving away from the store. I then realize that the tequila wants out. So I say "dude, pull over".
He says "OK, if you want me to pull over just say so"
I repeated "Dude, Pull Over"
"OK, say so and I'll pull over..."
"DUDE, PULL OVER. NOW."
"OK I'll pull over if you need, just say so..."
Needless to say, it wasn't in time. I did manage to get the door open but we were still doing 30 at least so it wouldn't open much. Oh well, not my car...
The best part is though, I was telling this story to somebody that really didn't like the driver. He shook my hand and said job well done!