I can barely talk after 5 or 6 heroin beer, I'm sure after 11 I'd probably be pretty confident I could fly.
When I was 16ish and had no clue how to drink, an old friend and I matched each other shot for shot and put away a bottle of southern comfort in around 5 to 10 minutes. I was such a light weight and that was so much booze so fast that I probably gave myself insta-alcohol poisoning.
Apparently I almost threw up on his doberman, tried to bang his younger sister, and ended up passing out on a dog bed that I'd thrown up on prior to that. I basically left a trail of vomit and misery...
That was a looooong long time ago and to this day the smell of southern comfort still makes me gag.
The worst for me was completely blacking out and waking up on the lawn in front of the Cancer centre in Mission. I had no idea how I got there and somehow my friend made it home lol.
I tried calling my friends (one was in Seattle at the time and I told him to fly back to Calgary haha) at 4 in the morning, luckily someone answered and came to pick me up. Of course I had no idea where I was, and he had to come look for me XD.
I like this thread. It makes me feel slightly more normal for my drunken idiocy.
In my early twenties I downed a 26 of vodka, with Redbull and then proceeded to the bar to continue on with Yager bombs et al.
I was just out of a long relationship that ended badly and somehow my ex convinced me she should pick me up from the bar downtown. About half way down Crowchild trail I decided I had had enough and jumped out of her moving Jeep. Real smart!
I ended up with an ambulance ride to Foothills emergency with rocks in my skull, skin etc. and blood everywhere. I was lucky that was it.
They took my blood alcohol level at the Foothills, but naturally I was too drunk to remember what it was.
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I polished off a bottle of Absinthe with one buddy in about two hours. Had me puking all night. My gf at the time said I was crying and praying for the puking stop. Thats probably the most messed up I've ever been. It was that generic green Absinthe that's every where here so I think it's like 75% or something? That was rough and probably the most messed up I've ever been. I've maybe been similarly messed up a couple other times in my life.
Most drunk and conscious I've ever been was when me and a buddy decided to break off our group flip cup game during camping and play our own one-on-one version where we would basically play a "horse" style game of trick flip cup where we'd try to do different flips on to a vodka bottle. If you couldn't match the flip before you took a swig of the vodka and if you couldn't land the cup onto the bottle on your turn you also drank (and you continued until you landed it, swigging every time you failed). That obviously got messy very quick but we both lasted the entire night and kept drinking throughout the day. I've never been able to drink like that before or after. At the end of the night I ended up getting ducktaped to a chair (I was awake but couldn't really move much) and my buddy puked all over his tent, inside and out.
After a night of doing tequila shots at the bar, I smashed my phone on a bridge to Gatineau after getting lost and my phone wouldn't turn on and then wound up lost and almost crying in front of Stephen Harper's house until one of his guards got suspicious of me and wound up giving me directions home after hearing my tale. In the end what should have been a 15 minute walk home from the bar took about 6 hours. Miraculously, I still had all my money and cards the next morning.
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Wow, if that girl actually did 21 shots, that's crazy. For my 20th I did 9 shots, 6 beers in no particular order on an empty stomach and I puked and dry heaved for literally 5 days after. In fact, it ruined my appetite for beer for probably 5 years.
Guzzled back 16 cans of Vitamin P and over half a 26 within a 3 hour span on a camping trip with my friends. Proceeded to chop down a tree then pass out on the hood of my buddy's car.
My work buddies and I sat at the Ft Mac airport for over an hour and had a lot of beer and a few rum and cokes. On the plane to Calgary we drank it completely dry. We had a 3 hour layover in Calgary before I flew to Kelowna so we went to the Maple Leaf lounge. A guy I worked with signed me in under the promise that I would take 5 shots of his choosing. A double scotch, a triple gin and seven and I think a double vodka and something is the last thing I remember before waking up on a bus to Winnipeg.
My finance was not happy about that one.
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