Sober To Stupid In X

[V]

Binge drinking. We've all done it. Whether bemoaning the loss of a lover or because you were bored and nothing was on TV...

What was your poison of choice? Were you hospitalized or arrested? Where did you wake up?

Share your pain... and gain strength from the sharing.

[B_Metal]

Where's the choice for "lady drinks?" Lulz

Also in the spirit the thread is intended. The evening started off innocent enough, with melon balls soaked in vodka, pool party, having a blast, then came mixed drinks and since once I'm drinking I'll drink anything I downed those too................................
24 hours later waking up face down on the couch/roll out bed with no clothes on and my wife looking over me in disgust. Everything else is a blur of puke, piss and getting almost drowned with a water hose because someone thought that would sober me up. Needless to say they were drunk too.

THIS is why I don't drink heavy anymore.

[V]

The first time I ever got well and proper hammered was New Year's Eve in 1981. I was 14, and in a week's time, we would be moving to Georgia. My friend, Glenn, was throwing a party at his house. Of course, he lied and told everyone's parents that his parents would be home. I talked my dad into letting me go, and he dropped me off. When I walked in Glenn's house, a bottle was shoved in my face which bore the four most foul words in the English language.

Boone's Farm Tickle Pink

Needless to say, I don't remember anything after I threw up and pissed in my pants...

But my parents remembered. For the next two days, all they had to do to make me throw up was mention 'alcohol', or even open a beer. On that day, I said "Never again!"

And now look at me!

[Nathan]

21st birthday. Got hammered at the bar I worked at. Was heading out the door when I ran into a buddy of mine. He had not purchased me a birthday drink yet. Double tequila. According to mom, she found me wrapped in toilet paper hugging the bowl in my bathroom.

[BillyG]

Only been black out drunk once. 3/4 bottle of Bushmills in one night. Walk up on the floor, bottle cradled, by my roommate.

[B_Metal]

I would love to tell you about the night I learned how to blow fireballs using everclear but I don't remember anything other than the headache and hugging the floor hoping not to fall off.

[PHEDG]

22nd Birthday. Empty stomach. Shot 3 styrofoam cups full of Cognac, one after the other. It wasn't pretty.

[Shit Dickface]

Ugh, god. Just reading that makes me want to yack.

[Chris Miller]

I've got a lot of these stories. A lot (I was a bartender, thus, an actual professional drinker for three years.....so....)
My 23rd Birthday:

It started off innocently enough. I had the day off of work, and no actual plans, so I made two phone calls. The first call to my friend Jason, "Hey, you wanna go throw a baseball around for a while and then hit The Kent (our favorite local watering hole, walking distance from my then apartment)?", and next to my then friend/roommate/coworker Rob, who was tending bar at Ruby's that night, "Hey Jason and I are going to The Kent later, send some peeps our way when they get off."

So, once we get to the bar, I though I might get a free drink or two from the bartenders, we were all buddies from working on the same block. The bartender slid me a shot of Rumpleminz with my beer, and I started taking things slow. An hour, two beers and a shot in, people from work started to trickle in. Everyone knew my sipping drink of choice was a Long Island Iced Tea, and my shot was an Irish Carbomb, and one by one, these drinks start appearing in front of me. I'm pounding car bombs left and right, sucking down LIT's pretty quickly, and nursing a couple of beers at the same time. After two hours in, I see three LIT's in front of me, and get offended at myself for getting behind, so I start throwing the straws out and pounding them like shots. Three hours in, people are taking it easy on me, and deciding to not make me deal with all of that pesky ice, and just start lining up shots of Jaagermeister.

After (as best as I can remember) 6 beers, 4 Irish Carbombs, 10 (full pint sized) LIT's, and 4 shots of Jaager, I was a peculiar shade of green. I didn't quite make it to the bathroom in time, so I actually slipped and fell in a puddle of my own spew. Rob got there in time to hand me a tall water, and two buddies walked me home, where I yelled at the soap in my shower, and greeted about twenty guests streaming into my apartment wearing only a pair of smiley face boxers.

I have more of these stories, if anyone wants to have the Chris' Epic Drinking stories continue...

[B_Metal]

*Looks for the inevitable and needed Chris' Epic Drinking THREAD*

Hmmmm something just occurred to me......

Eh... nvm. Lulz

[Ben Thomas]

The worst in recent history was about 15 months ago. Me and my buddy started drinking home-made white Russians (a little over zealous with the kahlua) at about 2pm one Friday. On an empty stomach.

I was gone by 8pm and I lost the hours of 9-12 (I never lose time, regardless of how drunk I am, but I still have no recollection of those 3 hours).

I woke up the next day with 100+ photos of a naked girl on my phone - not bad, considering we never left the house - and my buddy showed me a video of me falling into a bush in my back garden and me taking more than 3 minutes to climb back up to a standing position. A sobering experience, to say the least.

I still don't know the full story behind the naked photos (I know the girl and even dated her a couple of times earlier this year - she has never mentioned them) but there's nothing quite like waking up, yakking, hearing stories about yourself that sound like 100% lies and thinking you may have perpetrated a sex crime to make you re-think your drinking habits.

Great tits though.

[Lisa]

I was telling Ed in another thread that when I worked at ABC Television, that was the drinkinest company I ever worked for. Many nights we'd end our evening pouring each other into cabs home. The problem is, I'm a total lightweight, so two strong drinks are really all it takes.

On this particular night - which, it won't sound like much, but it really was the drunkest I've ever gotten - I had two really really strong gin & tonics at Bar #1. They were strong enough that I had them an hour apart, and a full stomach of food inbetween, and still got hammered.

My first act of embarrassing inebriation was cornering two of my male co-workers on their way to the mens' room, and doing the "I LOVE YOU, MAN!" routine to them while they tried to get away. "I love YOU, and I love YOU, and I love HEATHER, and GUS, and KIRSTEN, and JEN, and BOB..."

"Okay, sweetie, go back to the table, we'll be right back..."

"...and we're all gonna be friends FOREVER! And we'll take VACATIONS together!!" (Which, incidentally, we did do about a year later. One of the two guys I'd cornered in this particular incident yelled at me that I wasn't allowed to drink so much as a light beer that whole weekend. "Oh, come on, Paul!" "NO! I've seen you drunk! Diet Coke for you!")

Anyway, after that, we moved on from Bar #1 to Bar #2, where I proceeded to make a pass at the bouncer on our way in. My two friends Terri and Mary had to pull me off of the guy. And even I wasn't the drunkest one that night!

On yet another occasion, just the ABC girls went out for Mexican food one night - Emma, Heather, Devon and me - and we did NOT have girl margaritas, oh, no. Emma took us to a place where the margaritas were REAL. So as we're getting progressively drunker, we're telling NY apartment war stories. What was the biggest roach you've ever seen, stuff like that. And we are DRUNK - even the waiters in this little joint were staring. So Devon proceeds to tell the story of how one night, she's sitting on the toilet when this HUGE roach comes out. She starts screaming, but since she's peeing, she can't get up to kill it. She has this little basket on top of the toilet tank with nail polish in it, so she turns, still screaming and peeing, and starts winging bottles of nail polish at the thing to try and kill it till she can get off the seat.

Well that did it - we were all drunk, and it was a hilarious visual, and we were DYING. I mean, loud embarrassing screams of laughter. So I have to go to the ladies' room, and I stumble and weave my way there.

It's one of those little closet restrooms - no stall, you step into this narrow little room, just barely get the door closed and locked, and your knees are practically up against the sink as you pee. All of a sudden, I start thinking about Devon's story about the roach. And I start laughing. Then I make the connection that I'm on the toilet too, and hey, what if a giant roach came out right now? I laugh harder. Then I think, "Stuck here without a single bottle of nail polish to protect me." And then I was GONE - I started laughing so hard and so loud that my friends could hear me out at the table! Big, braying donkey laughter! Then THEY started laughing, and I could hear them, which made it worse. I was literally trapped on the toilet, laughing so hard I couldn't stand up - I was in there at least 10 minutes before I could get up and go out.

[Ingrid]

Oh my god, Lisa! I was just laughing so hard Nathan asked if I was crying. Once I snorted, he knew...


ETA: Thought I put this out there, I have never drank anything that has a Boone's Farm label on it. The girliest I've done is Zima.

[Lisa]

Hee! Glad I made ya laugh - from one girl drink drunk to another!

[V]

Wow... no one has confessed to getting fucked up on Robitussin™ yet?