On the night of my last law school exam, a loaded classmate rented out a bar and pre-paid a $10,000 bar tab. He kept telling everyone that we needed to drink more for him to get his money's worth, so I was happy to oblige, but that much alcohol and a week's worth of studying-induced sleep deprivation was a bad combination.
I woke up the next morning in my bathtub wearing a girl's purse as a necklace, but there was no sign of the girl or my wallet. Thankfully a cop called me later that day to tell me that he'd found my wallet, but he asked if I remembered where I'd left it. I said I was pretty sure I'd lost it during my cab ride home the previous night. The cop laughed and told me that wasn't a taxi; it was a police car, but I had told him that he was the best cabbie ever. I guess I left me wallet there when I'd gotten it out to pay my fare.
When I went to the police station to pick up my wallet, the officer shouted, "that's the guy I was telling you about" to his fellow cops and pointed at me. They all laughed. I've never felt such pride and shame at the same time, but it turned out to be a pretty good night, at least for me. Not so much for the girl who'd entrusted me with her purse at the bar only to have me walk off to hail a police car, causing her to spend the night sleeping in the vestibule of her building.
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This goes way back to my early teens when I learned the hard way who my real friends were. Got invited to a house party and showed up with a 6 pack of beer. Buddies were happy to see me and we started our game of caps. I wasn't all that great of a player and it didn't take very long before I was getting drunk.
My so called friends thought it would be good fun to ply me with hard liquor and handed me bottles to swig. Not long after that I started chasing after someones girl friend. What saved me from a severe beating was that I couldn't walk more than a few steps before falling down. A couple of guys I didn't know saw this all unfolding and thought it would be a good idea to drive me home and save me from making a further ass out of myself.
They wanted to sober me up a bit so they left me outside on the doorstep. Not a good idea as I remember falling sideways into some rose bushes and crushing them. They came out and saw where I had fallen and began arguing about how they were going to get me home without me getting sick all over their car. They ended up putting a Glad garbage bag over my head and cut a few slots so I could breathe. After a number of mumbled directions we arrived at my house where they opened the door and pushed me out onto the pavement and said "find your own way home kid!" and drove off. After that I don't remember how I got into my house much less into bed.
Woke up the next afternoon with the sound of a door slamming and my parents saying we're home from their vacation. Mother found me still in bed and I made up some story about having the flu. They never did hear the real story as I was too embarrassed about what had happened.
Those so called friends that plyed me with hard liquor became ex friends. Never got drunk after that incident.
This goes way back to my early teens when I learned the hard way who my real friends were. Got invited to a house party and showed up with a 6 pack of beer. Buddies were happy to see me and we started our game of caps. I wasn't all that great of a player and it didn't take very long before I was getting drunk.
My so called friends thought it would be good fun to ply me with hard liquor and handed me bottles to swig. Not long after that I started chasing after someones girl friend. What saved me from a severe beating was that I couldn't walk more than a few steps before falling down. A couple of guys I didn't know saw this all unfolding and thought it would be a good idea to drive me home and save me from making a further ass out of myself.
They wanted to sober me up a bit so they left me outside on the doorstep. Not a good idea as I remember falling sideways into some rose bushes and crushing them. They came out and saw where I had fallen and began arguing about how they were going to get me home without me getting sick all over their car. They ended up putting a Glad garbage bag over my head and cut a few slots so I could breathe. After a number of mumbled directions we arrived at my house where they opened the door and pushed me out onto the pavement and said "find your own way home kid!" and drove off. After that I don't remember how I got into my house much less into bed.
Woke up the next afternoon with the sound of a door slamming and my parents saying we're home from their vacation. Mother found me still in bed and I made up some story about having the flu. They never did hear the real story as I was too embarrassed about what had happened.
Those so called friends that plyed me with hard liquor became ex friends. Never got drunk after that incident.
You showed up to a party with only a six pack?
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So drunk that I ended up lost and confused in rural Thailand. If I didn't have my phone on me with Google maps I don't think I would have made it back to my hotel
I was pass out drunk at my bachelor party, and didn't even last that long. I was vomiting on McLeod Trail and propped up by the fellas for drinks at the peelers when the waitress would come by. That was over 17 years ago.
And there was a lost day sometime last year after drinking all day the prior day. That was very disorienting.
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.
Flight to Kelowna turned into a bus to Winnipeg? That's impressive.
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After reading a long portion of her Twitter account, I gotta imagine her BAC is 0.16 at any given moment, drinking or not. There has to be a pool somewhere on when she's going to kick from alcohol poisoning.
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