I was so drunk that...

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Come on, I know some of you out there have started a sentence with 'I was sooooo drunk, I..."

The spirit of this thread is meant to be in good fun. No fight stories or tales of putting yourself or others in danger.

Stories? Anyone?

-HECK!

I was so drunk that I salsa danced with my friends uncle at a wedding, puked on the side walk, blacked out, and had to be carried into the house at the end of the night. SOOO many years ago that happened, over 14, AND I have not been drunk since. In fact that pretty much turned me into a tea-totaler.

Oh, the kicker is that every time I said that I didn't want any more alcohol, my friends GRANDMA said "oh honey, you're not drunk, just happy. Here drink."

I was so drunk at my cousins wedding (well over 13 years ago) and my girlfriend was drunk too. She started dancing with some guy and letting him paw all over her. I punched a whole through the wall in the bathroom at the reception hotel. NOT A SMART IDEA!!! I was soooo young and dumb! Glad that I don't get drunk anymore.

I did not mean to get drunk. It was an accident.

About 14 years ago, I went over to my cousins house. He was drinking Rum and Coke. All I ever drink is beer and not much of it.


Anyhow, he says you want one? I say yeah. I drink this glass of rum and coke and I feel nothing.

I ask if it even had rum in it. So he makes another and I drink it. I still feel nothing. I am starting to think that I have a high threshold for hard liqueur.

So he makes a third and I drink it. I had just finished it, was sitting on the couch and it was like a mule kicked me in the head.

This over-powering dizzy-disconnected-my head in on mars and my body in on Jupiter feeling slammed me hard. I started to laugh out loud and I could not keep my head from falling to the side.

I felt really really good and my only thought was that I wanted more. My cousin went to the bathroom, and I somehow made it into the kitchen and found the rum bottle and made a giant rum and coke with almost all rum and no coke.

I left out the front door and started walking. I had zero self control. I was just walking along, laughing, drinking the drink.
I find this construction site with this big dirt hill in the middle.

I sit at the bottom of the dirt hill and drink till it's gone. I look at the sky and think weird thoughts. I start yelling at the stars and clouds and say stupid things, like, "Man cloud, you are beautiful!"

Meanwhile, my cousin is looking for me. He can't find me so he gets my brother and my other cousin and they are walking up and down the streets yelling my name.

I hide by the dirt hill, looking at the sky, until I finally pass out.

I wake up about 4 in the morning and am so sick, I wish I was dead. (oooooooohhhhhhhhh, I can still remember what it felt like....)


I miss work the next day. All my relatives think I am stupid. I am sick, sick, sick.

I never drank rum again. I have a beer every now and then, but only one or two.

I'm just glad I was alone in my drunken stupor and not in a room full of people like K.J. and Fuscia . Theres no telling what I would have done.

Before I moved to this country I wanted to go out for drinks with my mates... since, you know, I wont see them for a very very long time. Unfortunately, at the time, I had a bit of a cold, so was taking a fair bit of medication...

I went anyway, of course.

So me and one mate started drinking around 2 in the arvo, waiting for the others to finish work (this was a Monday night) and by 5:30 when we met up with others, I'd had a fair bit, but kept drinking anyway (Happy hour and all that)... Anyway, we headed off for the casino... on the way, we stopped at a mate's work so he could put his stuff down... so I waited with another friend while the rest went up...

that's the last thing I remember.

About 2 hours later I found myself stumbling down a road, around 20km away from where I was... No idea how I got there.

A day later my friend (the one I was waiting with before I started forgetting) said I jumped into a moving taxi... not sure why

but warning: alcohol and cold medication don't mix.

Whidden and Gaboman, those are two of the FUNNIEST drunk stories I've heard in quite a while!

Whidden: Wow! You went and HID from them by a dirt hill, and you were saying crazy things! That's hilarious, but I love the little smiley you used for the barf! It looks like the stuff comes out of it's EYES as well as it's gaping mouth! Now THAT'S being SICK!

Gaboman: The moving taxi is also hilarious! That's some crazy stuff! So, how did you manage to get home?

All I've ever done is get drunk at a bar that I went to with some friends. The intention was to get me drunk for the first time (I only tasted beer for the first time last year august. I'm 26...), and the whole thing was planned by this hot girl from work. I went, and I'll share what happened...

I went to the bar, and upon entering I was immediately handed a rum and coke. I took it rather quickly, and then I was whisked over to the bar to take some shots. Tequila. Ok, I took the first one, and I'm absolutely positive that I surprised EVERYONE there with me when I said, "Oh, this is GOOD!" They said, "GREAT!," and gave me 3 more. I took them with a smile on my face, and did the whole salt and lemon thing too. We then proceed to the back of the club, where I'm ordered a Corona and a Kokanee. Fine, I'm ok. I take the Kokanee, decide I don't like the taste AT ALL, then grab the Corona (nicely garnished with a lemon in it...). That's one pretty good for beer (I don't really like the taste of beer...), so I empty it. Some of the people I was there with had gone to dance, and I was hungry, so I went to order something to eat. I decide a chicken fajita with everything should be just great, and brought it back to eat by my friends. There was a fresh Corona waiting for me, and there was some more shots as well. Something called Zambooka, or something like that. It was lit on fire, and I was told to throw it back. I did, found that the taste was horrible (black licorice? No thank you!), so I only had one of those. Ate my food, had about half of the Corona, and we went to see some other friends who were in another area of the club. There, I was handed another shot, this time of something called Frangellico, some sort of hazelnut-flavored liquer. Not bad... I then was handed something that apparently is only made by this particular bartender, called a Spider-man. It actually was both blue and red (separated somehow, maybe by density or weight...), and was by far the sweetest alcohol I'd ever tasted. It was GREAT, better than Tequila. It almost tasted like the cough medicine Triaminic (if that's the right name...), which I used to LOVE as a kid, but like ten times sweeter. I had 2... I also found the hot girl who planned the whole thing, and she had just ordered a whiskey and coke, which she gleefully handed over to me, saying, "Try THIS, you'll LOVE it! This is my favorite drink!" For a cocktail, it was quite good as well... I began to think that I must have the kind of stainless-steel constitution that my older brother and sister have, for me to have sampled all those different kinds of alcohol (my older brother doesn't even do Tequila, cuz he says he "can't handle it"), and still be fine.

As I walked back to the area where I'd eaten my food (a few friends were still hanging out over there...) I noticed the floor didn't seem to be the same distance from the head as it used to be... For some reason, my feet were scraping against the carpet more than usual, and I had to CONCENTRATE to walk normal. I noticed that while concentrating to walk, I had to SEPARATELY concentrate on staying properly balanced... I also noticed that I seemed to not really be able to focus on anything...

Well, I finished the drink I was given by the hot girl, then felt the need to relieve myself, so I tried to scan the club to find the washroom. I saw it, realized that it was back the way that I'd come from, so I started slowly on my way... I had to pass the hot girl, who was now dancing. She yanked my arm and kind of almost ordered me to dance with her, but I said that I needed to find the bathroom...

I did my business, found my way back to where I'd eaten my food, and asked my ride if she could take me home, cuz I thought that I was drunk...

On the way, it came out that I hadn't eaten before I got to the club. In fact, for most of the day, I hadn't eaten. I had other things that kept me from taking the time to get some food... I felt REALLY nautious on the way home, which was a 20-minute ride in this guy's brand-spanking new chevy truck. He and his girlfriend kept asking me how I felt, cuz they didn't want me hurling in their new truck. I made it home, went to the bathroom, planted my face at the toilet rim, and began regurgitation of my fajita with everything, along with all the alcohol I'd consumed that hadn't yet been absorbed by my system... All that yakking woke my girlfriend up (but thankfully not my daughter............), and she came to gloat and laugh at me (she didn't want me to go in the first place...) I came home around 2 AM, but I didn't get into my bed until about 4:30... I first took a nap on the bathroom floor, and then woke up in the fetal position before scraping myself off the floor and staggering into the spare bed....

Empty stomach, so many different kinds of alcohol, fajita with everything, no water = big mess and a bad end to a good night...

I had work the next afternoon, and while I was tired and so where so many of my peers at work who were at the club the night before, I was the ONLY ONE who didn't have a hangover!!

Since then, I have kept away from drinking anywhere NEAR the piont of getting even buzzed...

MR F HERE
I went to Mazatlan Mexico with two friends for my 21st birthday. The night before my birthday some guys at the hotel gave us 2 bottles of Mezcal. For those of you who dont live near Mexico, Mezcal is the stuff with the worm at the bottom, it tastes like lamp fluid, but worse. The three of us drank both bottles and staggered off to the nearest disco, we all have different recolections about exactly what happened,but I do know that I woke up on an old Army cot on the beach , wretching my guts out. I laid on on the cot watching the sun rise until people started showing up on the beach , and it started getting HOT. I realized the sun wasnt my friend so I rolled off the cot and crawled down the beach to my hotel (in my best dress slacks and the jacket I borrowed from my friend).
p.s. The morning of my 21st was the first hangover I had ever had.

LMAO Ron, that's too funny!!! Stay outta Mexico from now on!

Gotta love that lamp fluid

hehehe too funny Mr Fuscia

btw, I took a taxi home, stupidly enough... cost me about 70US bucks.

Back when I was 21, oh so many years ago, I went out dancing with my friends brother. We had quite a few pitchers of beer, and the next thing I know I am up dancing on the platform at the hot bar in town-hey they were playing "You shook me all night long". Well, the 5 Kamikaze shots kicked in because I became one of the women to donate their bra for a tank top and shorts. Definitely too much alcohol. We had to stop every 10 min for me to pee on the way home. Luckily, I didn't puke, but I wish I had. That was such a bad hangover.

Oh Sherry... I can't EVEN imagine you doing that stuff!!!
I'm sorry... but you're too sweet now, and such a mom.
Glad to know that you don't do that sort of thing now!!!

But oh boy... too funny!!! Up on the bar, dancing!!!

Yeah, me the ultra mommie was once a wicked tart dancin' on a bar. Boy, that was another lifetime ago. Heck, that is about the worst thing I have done.

I like to have a beer now and again, but I think we all need to go to elementry schools and talk to kids about alcohol. We would scare the living daylights out of them.

-----Mr. Fuscia

MR F HERE

OK, this one happened to my uncle but its funny. My uncle never
had a drop of liquor till he was well into his 30s ,it was new
years eve ,we were camping in the desert, and he got
HAMMERED. The next day my cousin and I woke up early to go motorcycle riding and saw him passed out face down on a cot behind our motorhome . My cousin decided to wake him up and ask if he wanted to go riding (we knew he didnt we just wanted to wake him) but we couldnt even wake him by shaking him, so we pulled his pants down to his ankles and went an our way. We got back to find him as we had left him, except with the sun beating down on his lilly white backside. We got some food, gassed up our bikes, and went out on a long ride. When we got back he was in the same position, his butt now fire engine red. The thought occured to me that he could be suffering from serious dehydration , so we pulled his pants up, woke him up, helped him inside, and got him some Gatorade. He was ok , but he didnt do any riding for the rest of the weekend.
p.s. To this day he thinks nobody knows about his sunburn.

NO MORE DRINKING FOR YOU, BIG BROTHER!!! NONE!

Kris, Ron was not drinking in that one, his uncle was.

Oh, I know.... but, like I told him on IM's... he isn't allowed to drink anymore. Just because!

Aw man! Now there go my evil plans to get him drunk.

Sherry... YOU don't have to get him drunk!! He's a willing participant for you!

Alright, since I started this thread and didn't add anything, here I go-

There are so many stories I could add (sadly) so here is the one that jumps out at me first. A few months ago, I was in my local bar. This guy comes up to me (who I don't know but somehow knows me, happens all the time) and he tells me a girl I knew has a broken foot. I was like, 'ok'. And he asks if I was the one dancing on top of the bar last week after closing. I said hell no, I don't dance, wasn't me. I don't dance, either. Never.

A few days later I was at this other bar watching a boxing fight on pay-per-view when the girl in question comes in with her boyfriend (who I also know) and she has a cast on her foot. I told her what the dude told me, and she said 'yeah, you were dancing on the bar all drunk and tried to pull me up, but I slipped and fell and broke my foot'.

I apologized for an hour, felt so bad. She said she was faded too, so it was both of our fault. I'll try to think of some more of my tame drunken adventures.

-HECK!

I bring back the Drunk Stories thread, like an inebriated Phoenix!

-HECK!

Yes, it shall rise from the ashes and entertain us with the drunken tom foolerly of others.

Of course I made a thead where I spew drunk talk... and do it in other threads as well... meh, this is still cool though. We can focus our efforts here. Or at least try. Maybe.

-HECK!

I find it hard to focus, after I gets a few beers in me. But I will try.

since I'm going to be the only sober one here, I guess will have to keep you guys well behaved. Who am I kidding... it's you guys!!!!

God, I have too many "I was so drunk" stories because I drink tequila and I have never suffered a hangover. I really haven't. I wake up the next morning feeling just fine.
If I think of a good one, I'll let you all know, but I have like a million.

I have two stories. One involves me (although there are many Lickety "drunk strories" to be told) and one involves an aquaintance of my friend. Let's call this female friend "Robin" like the bird.

First my story.

Once upon a time Lickety was invited to a social get together at a co-workers home just north of the city of Toronto. My co-worker had a nice piece of real estate which included a gazebo and a pool. Not being a heavy drinker and unable to control her drinking habits, added to that the fact that no one ever told Lickety that beer, shots of Bailey's Irish Cream and wine do not mix well when consumed in a short period of time, Lickety was seated on a folding lawn chair near the gazebo.

We had some tunes playing (courtesy of DJ Split) and everyone was enjoying casual conversation. Lickety was wearing white as it was mid summer and very hot. White skirt with a window laced trim at the bottom. ( I'll describe it as air-conditioned at the hem). In other words you could see my knees and part of my lower thigh through the "window" of the skirt.) One of my co-workers engaged me in my fave topic of Madonna and her musical styles.

I had everyone's attention being the animated talker that I am known to be. Very descriptive with loads of humor and a touch of wit I was explaining that Madonna was overrated. (Yes, I did!). Feeling the sudden urge to use the ladies room, I proceeding to conclude my conversation and rise from my chair. I had began to feel "tipsy" earlier and thought I'd better not have any more alchohol because I was frequenting the bathroom every half hour or so.

When I tried to stand up, my skirt hem was caught up in the frame of the chair and I was pulled back down by gravity. I tried to get up again but now the chair was giving in on me, folding and enclosing me inside it. One quick jerk later and was slowly falling backwards onto the lawn with my skirt raised over my head exposing my brightly colored undergarments for all to see.

Now, I'm struggling with the chair which is now pinching me in all the wrong places and I cannot for the life of me GET BACK ON MY FEET. My friends were stunned at first then broke out in laughter when they saw that I wasn't hurt but just to damn drunk to get the chair off me for a full minute or so. The male guests that were inside the house rushed out to see what the comotion was and stood by while one of my co-workers assisted me out of the chair-that-ate-me-up-whole. I was a little embarrassed at first but soon thought it was funny.

Then I had the sudden urge to go. You know...go and relieve myself. So I took a mad dash to the house forgeting that the pool was very near the back entrance. I tripped and rolled right into the pool!

Soaking wet, I started to freak out and that's when the host jumped in and started to rescue me. (so nice huh?). I wasn't drowning or anything but it appeared that way.

Finally inside drying off, I asked to use the washroom where I spent the rest of the evening puking and drinking water for about and hour. Changing into some track pants and tee shirt borrowed from the host, I spent the rest of the time drinking club soda until my ride came and picked me up.

I guess I was the topic of conversation at the bookstore where I worked for a few weeks, maybe longer. I used to get asked where my "window skirt" was and why I know longer wore it in public.

The next story is about "Robin". Robin was at a club in upstate NY with me and my friends and proceeded to get so drunk she thought she could pole dance. She got up on the side and started gyrating. Men were flocking over to her to see this drunken girl dance. I couldn't understand why until I made my way over there and pointed out to my friend (Robin's acquaintance) that the girl was completely exposed of her undergarments and some sanitary "wings" were showing.Morale of the story ladies is: ALWAYS double check!

I vomited onto a woman's head at a baseball game once.

Ewwwwww!