How Drunk have you been?

[Coach]

Originally Posted by Baxter Renegade

-Alcholism...

Fixed.

The round house kick had me laughing big time. Sounds like something I would do.

[undercoverbrother]

spent a night in an eastern european jail

[Galakanokis]

Christmas break of grade 10 back in Nfld. Started off with a 6 pack and quickly moved onto a 2 litre of jungle juice (a little bit of this a little bit of that), I probably drank 2/3rds of that bottle. We were on foot and a good bit away from home, on an old pulled up train track so a group of snowmobiles picked me and my friends and took us a far as they could. A friends older brother picked us up in his beloved Bronco which I proceeded to throw up all over. Dropped me off at my parents where they were having the cul-de-sac Christmas party. First ambulance ride and hospital stay with the charcoal and stomach pump.

Of course I was out cold for all of that.

Got pretty wasted at the last Seahawks-Eagles game. We were about 8/9 rows up from the field and I went ass-over-teakettle down the stairs after coming back with beers. I got a load cheer as I stood up near the bottom with beer left in both cups. According to one amazed fan I had tried my absolute best to keep the cups upright as I rolled down. Still have a scar on my knee from that.

[Violator]

Drank a fourty of vodka and four monster energy drinks craped my pants and puked on four cherry trees.Suprisingly I wasn't hung over in the morning.NEw years eve a couple years ago drank a two six of cheap tequilla and was doing tequilla suicides passed out pukeing on a air mattress at 11:30

[Old Yeller]

As someone who rarely has caffeine, energy drinks and alcohol are such a weird combination.

"Dude I'm soooo drunk THAT I COULD RUN A MARATHON RIGHT THIS SECOND"

It's like a false sense of sobriety because you've got so much bloody sugar running through your veins.

[Puppet Guy]

Back in 2001 in Halifax I decided to enter an amateur stand-up comedy contest. I spent the afternoon writing material and had a few drinks to let the inspiration flow, and as I got closer to showtime the nerves started to kick in so I had a few more to fight the nerves. I get to the pub and the contest is being sponsored by a brewery, so the organizers are giving everyone beers before the show starts, and by the time it's my turn to hit the stage I'm half in the bag. I get through my act and end up winning the night, so all my friends who showed up for support are buying me drinks left and right, and people who just liked the show are buying me drinks, so about an hour after I'm off the stage I'm veering into Boris Yelstin territory.

When I find myself leaning face-first against a pub wall my roomate figures it's time for me to go home, so I stagger out into the street and decide I need food to help sober me up. Well, I remember going into Subway and leaving, but I don't remember ordering or paying. And I remember falling into a cab and falling out of it in my driveway, but I don't remember the ride home. Once I got in the door it's all a blur too, but my roomate told me the next day how I curled up into a corner and jabbed at anyone who got too close, telling them to leave me in my drunken shame.

[Dion]

There was another incident that comes to mind. I had just turned 18 and a bunch of us decided to head to the sheep river and do some camping and serious beer drinking. We get there to find all the spots are full. I then suggested we go back to my place as my parents were at the cabin for a few weeks. We could spend the night there and find another spot in the morning.

We show up at my place around 10 and started to haul in the beer and sleeping bags. One of my buddies (Ron) calls up his gf to tell her where he was and to say sorry about the date they were supposed to go on. Anyway we crack open the beers and get some music going on the stereo. The phone rings and I reach for it only to be told by Ron that his gf is pissed at him for breaking the date and probably wants to chew him out again. No problem I thought so I let it ring until it stopped.

Turns out it wasn't his gf but my neighbour from a few doors down. They saw all these guys and beer being hauled into my house, got worried and called to see if everything was okay. By not answering the phone they called the police. Another buddy of mine (Randy) is walking by the front room window and sees a ghost car parked outside with a cherry on the dash. Randy alerts everbody and we quickly clean things up and hide all the empty beer cans and head off for bed.

It wasn't too long long after that when there was a banging at the door. I ignored it but the banging got louder so I got up to see who it was. I open the door to see 2 policeman standing there telling me that my neighbour called them to check on my well being. I said everything was cool and they then asked if I knew that it was illegal to serve liquor to minors. Stupid me said yes and they asked if they could come in and check things out. Again stupid me lets them in and they proceed to the basement with their flashlights. When they started shining their lights on everyones faces a shiver went down my spine. I had forgotten that Randy was only 17 and had strong dislike for the police. If he was still awake I was sure there would be words with a scuffle afterwards. Thankfully Randy was sound asleep.

The next morning I head over to the neighbours to explain why I didn't answer the phone. I also asked that they not tell my parents. They agreed and I thought I was in the clear.

A few weeks later i'm taking mother out to dinner for her brithday. We're traveling down the road when she says something about the police coming by the house when they were gone. Turns out one of the cops that came to the door were friends of my parents and lived 4 blocks to the west of us

[albertGQ]

^^^
Sounds like a crazy party. Did you finish your six pack at least?

[Locke]

Thanks for Boris Yeltsin. Now thats a frame of reference!

[Minnie]

How Drunk have you been?

I've never been drunk in my life. I've gotten to where I feel slightly buzzy but out and out drunk? Never happened.

[To Be Quite Honest]

Originally Posted by Minnie

I've never been drunk in my life. I've gotten to where I feel slightly buzzy but out and out drunk? Never happened.

I feel pity for the hosts of the parties you've attended! And your parties!

[To Be Quite Honest]

Originally Posted by Dion

There was another incident that comes to mind. I had just turned 18 and a bunch of us decided to head to the sheep river and do some camping and serious beer drinking. We get there to find all the spots are full. I then suggested we go back to my place as my parents were at the cabin for a few weeks. We could spend the night there and find another spot in the morning.

We show up at my place around 10 and started to haul in the beer and sleeping bags. One of my buddies (Ron) calls up his gf to tell her where he was and to say sorry about the date they were supposed to go on. Anyway we crack open the beers and get some music going on the stereo. The phone rings and I reach for it only to be told by Ron that his gf is pissed at him for breaking the date and probably wants to chew him out again. No problem I thought so I let it ring until it stopped.

Turns out it wasn't his gf but my neighbour from a few doors down. They saw all these guys and beer being hauled into my house, got worried and called to see if everything was okay. By not answering the phone they called the police. Another buddy of mine (Randy) is walking by the front room window and sees a ghost car parked outside with a cherry on the dash. Randy alerts everbody and we quickly clean things up and hide all the empty beer cans and head off for bed.

It wasn't too long long after that when there was a banging at the door. I ignored it but the banging got louder so I got up to see who it was. I open the door to see 2 policeman standing there telling me that my neighbour called them to check on my well being. I said everything was cool and they then asked if I knew that it was illegal to serve liquor to minors. Stupid me said yes and they asked if they could come in and check things out. Again stupid me lets them in and they proceed to the basement with their flashlights. When they started shining their lights on everyones faces a shiver went down my spine. I had forgotten that Randy was only 17 and had strong dislike for the police. If he was still awake I was sure there would be words with a scuffle afterwards. Thankfully Randy was sound asleep.

The next morning I head over to the neighbours to explain why I didn't answer the phone. I also asked that they not tell my parents. They agreed and I thought I was in the clear.

A few weeks later i'm taking mother out to dinner for her brithday. We're traveling down the road when she says something about the police coming by the house when they were gone. Turns out one of the cops that came to the door were friends of my parents and lived 4 blocks to the west of us

Ahhh the 1930's.

[Minnie]

Originally Posted by To Be Quite Honest

I feel pity for the hosts of the parties you've attended! And your parties!

Dude, my dad was a Pentecostal minister who moved us through a series of tiny little towns - I couldn't fart in the hallway at school without him finding out about it, that's how tiny the towns were (villages/hamlets, really). So sneak out to a party? Ha! Not only would he have been there dragging me home, in a heartbeat, I'd have gotten skinned alive for going. And that is not an exaggeration - I have 3 younger siblings. We all survived many years of physical abuse and so often, it was just easier not to rock the canoe, you know? It was all pretty deeply ingrained, so when I moved out at 18, I still didn't party - was still the good little pastor's kid, still went to church, blah blah blah. Even though I'm no longer a believer (atheist) and not a church goer, the habits just tend to stick, I guess.

As for parties, I don't really throw any. We sometimes have the neighbors over for drinks on the deck or around a bonfire, but no one gets plastered. Not because we make it that way - it's just their choice, I guess.

I'm a lightweight with wine - half a glass just makes me want to sleep. I can't drink any of the reds, they exacerbate migraines. My weakness, if I was to let it be, would be tequila. I love tequila.

[To Be Quite Honest]

I was just teasing...

Have you have tequila that is a liqueur? It's orgasmic. Seriously... I had some 6 years ago and I wish I wrote the name down.

[Minnie]

I don't think so, no. If I order anything with Tequila in, it's usually just a tequila paralyzer.

[Uncarved]

This is a tale of the drunkest I've probably ever been, and also my "Why I Don't Drink Tequila" story:

I went to Thailand with a buddy of mine. He met up with some girl, so I decided to have a night on the town. I ended up having some Tequila sunrises, at an American type bar. Drinking I met up with a few back packers, and we started having tequila shots. After we then proceeded to go to a street bar, conveniently located half a block away, and started having more shots.

Then when the bar was closing we caught a ride to some "bar". What it looked like in my drunken state was a storage locker, with the metal slide down door included. Here is where it starts to get a bit sketchy.

I remember leaving and having no clue where I was at, and apparently this was the only part of Thailand that doesn't have tuk tuk's, or else they never wanted to venture to this part of town. The next thing I remember is running for my life!

I still don't know what was chasing me, but I have narrowed it down to three things:

1. Lady boys - This wouldn't have normally been a problem but my buddy just got robbed by some a week before (that's a different story).

2. Stray Dogs - This is the one that I lean to being most likely, as they are all over the place, and can be quite vicious at times.

3. Cops - I'll get to this one.

So as I was running for my life, I suddenly thought I was in the matrix (as it just came out), that I could out run anything, and be super human more. I was not super human! I tripped while running away broke my sandals, lost a lens to my pair of Oakley’s, cut my foot and scraped my hand pretty bad. I must have either gotten away or here is where Scenario 3 (Cops) comes into play.

Next thing I remember was a cop standing beside me as I was sitting on a curb bleeding. He was trying to talk to me in really broken English. I wasn't quite understanding, nor trusting him, the last thing I wanted to do is, end up in a Thai prison! He tried to convince me that he was going to take me to a hospital; I refused and said I was going to go back to my guest house. After a long probably incoherent conversation I regretfully got on the back of his motor cycle. The whole time I was thinking he was going to take me to jail, everything we passed didn't look familiar at all! Then out of nowhere we were at the front of my guest house.

There was one of the ladies that owned the guest house at the front to greet me and the police officer as he dropped me off. I didn't have much to say at this point and headed up to my room to sleep. So then, later in the next afternoon my buddy comes back to the room we were sharing, in complete shock. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!!!? The lady at the front told me you got taken home by the cops last night covered in blood!" All I could say was Tequila.

[Uncarved]

nm double post

[Dion]

Originally Posted by Minnie

I don't think so, no. If I order anything with Tequila in, it's usually just a tequila paralyzer.

One Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila floor..... Right?

[Jason14h]

Me and 2 buddies drank enough $1.25 highballs that the pub had to raise the price to $1.75 the next week.

The tab had something around 120 on it, and considering one of the buddies GF was the server and eventually bartender that night, I can only imagine how many were doubles or not rang in.

The next morning I crawled into the kitched to find the buddy talking to my parents with his dress shirt fully done up, but no pants or underwear....They didn't have the heart to tell him he was missing his pants.

[Minnie]

Originally Posted by Dion

One Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila floor..... Right?

No, hahaha. Just one paralyer, on wing night, about once a month.

Now, my husband on the other hand - he probably has a few stories to tell. And I'm I know my oldest has a few stories of his own.