What was the drunkest you ever got?

[bellystrokes]

Hey! She's right. The mods are all away. Let's trash the place! 😛

Hhehe. but they will return and they know how to find me and I ain't that drunk yet.

I know, let's post under Uncle Bill's name.

And LK, I know you have been to NEST before, are you there this year?

 

[cloudgazer2k]

16 shots of Black Velvet.

i leave you to draw your own conclusions as to the aftermath.

 

[MrPartickler]

Ok, I'll tell.

Mine happend just about two weeks ago. LOL I was in Stockholm visiting friends. An (American) friend of mine had a surprise b-day party while he was staying there and those folks can DRINK!

The party started at about 5pm....with champagne. Several glasses. And beer...a few bottles... then whiskey....a few glasses. Then we went to dinner on a boat. More champagne. Some wine. Then champagne toasts. Then came dessert. Shots of akvavit (aquavit)--I had three. Glasses of cognac--I had two. Then we went to a dance club to celebrate..lol I remember some more champagne...a few glasses. Then it's all a blur. The next thing I remember was waking up in the bed at about 4:30am.

The next morning I felt shaky, but not too bad considering. I only have some vague recollection of being escorted out of the club (lol) and apologizing a lot to the bouncer, but that's it. My friend filled me in a little: he found me in a park at about 2am, sitting on a railing approximately two blocks from the apartment. As I don't speak Swedish and didn't know the address I of the apartment I was staying at, I had no idea how I got there. (In fact, it was by sheer luck he found me there.) I didn't even know there was a park nearby. Anyway, he took me upstairs where I apparently just barely made it in time to worship the porcelain god. He knew no other details, but said someone else saw me outside the club earlier, apparently in a similar state of "unrest."

During the process I seem to have spent a few hundred dollars buying rounds for everyone (and drinking more, of course)....and a taxi, for myself it seems. And I lost my credit card sometime that night. Good times. Not. lol

That was definitely the worst for me. But I went to Geneva and London before returning home, and every meal and party I went to seemed to be heavily "alcohol-assisted." It was fun, but I'm definitely happy to get back to a quasi-normal, more occasional drinking routine.

 

[lk70]

Hhehe. but they will return and they know how to find me and I ain't that drunk yet.

I know, let's post under Uncle Bill's name.

And LK, I know you have been to NEST before, are you there this year?

Not this year. Have some other things going on.

 

[Redmage]

I tried a Google for alcohol consumption per capita for Canada vs the U.S.
All I came up with was mortality rates for liver cirrhosis and such, not quite what I was looking for.

If you think y'all have us whipped, we need numbers, fella 😀

It's true. The UK drinks 10-15% more alcohol per capita than we do. See http://www.who.int/globalatlas/default.asp under World Health Statistics -> Behavioural and Risk Factor Indicators -> Alcohol consumption among adults.

 

[jaba]

I remember it like yesterday, but it was years ago....


4th of July party at Gladstones in Malibu....

open bar for my group (what the heck were they thinking? )

it was fun lying my head in some strange lady's lap on the beach while she poured oyster shooters into my mouth from 8pm til midnight.... 🙄

and it was funny hugging and making out with that cute wooden pylon underneath the Pier while watching the Santa Monica fireworks show.....

but the party REALLY started when the ocean tide came in and swallowed my drunk ass....I was puking underwater, and a school of fish came by to feed on my "discards".....


I think I "found Nemo" that nite..... 😛

 

[brianspencer66]

There are some really funny and intresting posts here and I guess I should add my 2 cents.

Their is a club in New Yorks east village called the Pyramid and I sort of knew the bouncer and doorman there and was always let in for free. One night there was a rather tall attractive black woman there and well after a few screwdrivers decided to ask her to dance. We are on the dance floor and I began to notice scores of people laughing and pointing at us and took another look at whom my dance partner was. I began to make out in the darkness a rather large adams apple and well a lack of child bearing hips on this person and it began to formulate in my drunken mind that all was not what it seemed to be when I first looked at this person wearing a beautiful blue dress!! Anyway to make a long story short this person happen to be a raving drag queen and we both had a good laugh and I brought (her?) a drink. And we became fast friends (in the club only) for the night.

 

[subZer0]

I heard somewhere that the US military gives cards to it's personnel, advising them NOT to drink with us Brits. It makes sense; we don't drink piss water, unless it's the only thing available (i.e. Bud), so we'd probably drink them under the table.

Pretty funny, even if it isn't true.

However, we really are crap at drinking responsibly. The Frogs and the Germans drink (albeit not as much as we do) but their 'culture' ensures that people treat alcohol with respect; they don't create anti-social behaviour and become 'beer monsters' like a huge amount of UK citizens.

It's a sad state of affairs; a problem which won't go away soon, but we're working on it.

However, I can't recall any time I've got mega drunk, I've always known when to stop. It's great for increasing my alcohol intake threshold whilst not creating any adverse health problems and causing no anti-social behaviour!

Mind you, it has taken me 5 years to get where I am.

 

[dizfingers]

I wound up in bed with . . .

I was at a weekend campout at a friend's very rural and woodsy property and proceeded to get so drunk I passed out in the outhouse with my arms wrapped around a post hole digger. (The outhouse also served as a tool shed). My friends (who were likewise pretty inebriated) carried me post hole digger and all and threw me in the bed in my van. And that's how I woke up the next morning. There's still comments every once in a while about the wild post hole diggers running around the woods out there (and this all happened decades ago).



I don't drink so much anymore, but I could almost make a career out of this thread from past experiences!

Dizfingers

 

[Dussicar]

drinking? sorry, your behind even Canada at that sport.

WHAT????

No way hosay, do Brits outclass Canadians in the fine art of beerswilling!

Let's put it this way: You Brits and Americans have national holidays just like us, right? Except for one thing. Whenever you guys celebrate, you do it for the sake of your country or whatever the reason for the festivities that generated such a holiday in the first place.

Canadians, on the other hand, have bastardised every-single damned holiday we have ever been given and turned it into one big excuse to throw a nation wide kegger!

This is also the main reason why Canadians who spend their national holidays in some park somewhere enjoying a fireworks display to the tune of our national anthem get laughed at something fierce by 99.9% fellow Canadians.

Hell, our whole country is one big AA meeting waiting to happen. 🙄

 

[ricky2233]

Well a few years ago I was at my friends house I was about 20 are so
And we had a bet for 50 bucks who could get with this 30 year old biker lady She was not to hot 5 at best Well anyway I one the bet and took her into my friends room and we were getting to it when my friend came in with a camera and was filming us The Biker lady freaked out and went after him She had a friend there who was also a biker lady but she was huge over 6ft and well I hate to say this but she was over 300lbs with a mullet she made Rosie O’Donnell look good Big biker women came in and punched my friend and went of on all of us and how we were bad boys and all that stuff it was funny
I could not stop laughing at her huge double chin After that I drank more and more and so did big biker lady and then she was cool with us and she thought I was a hot young man and everyone there being drunk we played spin the bottle and I had to kiss her a few times anyway she told me she wanted to have sex with me and all that fun stuff and I was sick just thinking about it well to wrap it up there was a dog outside and I thought it was a cat and told her it was a cat and she bet me if it was a cat she would give me 500 bucks but if it was a dog she could well have fun with me well it was a dog and it was not as bad as you would think I still get made fun of for it but it was funny

 

[Strider]

Well, my birthday this year involved three Dead Nazis (that's jager, goldschlager, and rumpleminze, topped off with 151, for the uninitiated, and it's a double shot), alternated with three 3 Wisemen (also a double shot the way they pour them at my pub), along with sundry pints of guiness and snakebite, as well as a couple irish car bombs.

Long story short, I made a one dollar bet with my buddy that I'd drop my pants and walk like a penguin down the street in front of the bar in exchange for the dollar with the date and what I did to get written on it.

I now have a dollar bill with penguin scrawled across it proudly displayed along with the other strange shit I enjoy tacking up on my wall. I always love it when somebody asks me what it means.

We also pulled up the windshield wipers of every car we passed while walking home that night.

 

[jaba]

order a "welders mask" with that coctail....

Well, my birthday this year involved three Dead Nazis (that's jager, goldshclager, and rumpleminze, topped off with 151, for the uninitiated, and it's a double shot)

Hey, Strider....

That concoction is called a "Death Wish" at the "Voodo Lounge" in Vegas....

And don't light your cigar anywhere near that drink, unless you're not particularly fond of your eyebrows....

You will just have to trust me on this one.....

 

[Mitchell]

This story isn't about me specifically, but it's a pretty interesting drunk story that happened to a good friend of mine, and was relayed to me by his college roommate, who was a reliable source, and later confirmed to me by the friend who was drunk.
One weekend, I had gone home to visit my mom, and my friends Barney and Sal stayed on campus. You weren't supposed to have alcohol in the dorms, of course, but they smuggled it in, getting some red wine. They were both over 21 when this happened, so they got the booze legally. It just wasnt legal to have it in the dorms.
Anyway, they started drinking the wine, and Barney got really drunk. He fell assleep, and must have not been feeling well. Sal, who was his roommate, relayed to me that Barney was sleeping on his back, rolled over onto his side with his face toward the wall, heaved on the wall, which created a big red stain from the red wine he drank, and then, without even bothering to get up, wash his mouth, or wash the puke from the wall, Barney rolled right back over on to his back, and fell right back to sleep, not waking up until the next morning to clean the wall off. I know that it isnt funny when a friend, or anyone gets sick, but from the way it was relayed to me, and a few of our other friends on the floor we lived on, it became a campus legend story that Barney never lived down. I'm only sorry I wasnt there to see it. I lived right across the hall from him, so, it's likely that had I been there, I would have been in his room when this happened, as I used to spend hours a night in there, and, had I seen this, I probably would have woken Barney up to clean the wall.
Anyhow, even though it didnt involve me directly, it did involve two of my closest friends, and was an interesting story, so I figured I'd share it.

Mitch

 

[Riven]

I don't remember much, other than accusing my best friends sister, who I am in love with, of stealing my ciggies, then passing out on their living room floor.

 

[cloudgazer2k]

i gotta say the most "fun drunk" (or is it drunk fun...) i had was when an old buddy of mine and i had recently gotten out of high school. party at his house all damn week. around the last day it was me, him, a few other friends and a coupla girls from school (one of which i was hopelessly in lust with). after jell-o shots, screwdrivers, and beers, we were all singing Hotel California and loving life on the front porch.

no creativity went into the drinks (after all, we were in a town that hated bars, but had a liquor store every 5 miles in any direction), so we made do. it was good times, i tell ya.