aaaaaaand...... then there was the
"thread of shame", when everyone spilled details about their drinking history!!! lmaoooooooooooo
Gelly: I remember once I was so drunk with ouzo that I wanted to fall of a bridge not cause I was unhappy but I thought I could fly and my friends took me home and I was sick for 3 days hahaha!!I stopped drinking ouzo from that day on. Only Jack
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aloha: Once I was so drunk I locked myself in a bathroom stall and a woman I knew had to crawl under the door of the stall to get me out. Yes, She was very tiny.
And when my husband asked the next morning where I left the car-- I didn't remember. And I was too hung over to help him look for it.
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geezlouise: I'll see your locked stall door and lost car and raise you a cut on the chin that required stitches, blood stains on a white cotton jumpsuit that never came out and 12 hours lost to tequila that I can't stand the smell of to this day.
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ljsmack: In college, I wasn't a very experienced drinker, and at a sorority party someone kept giving me 7 and 7's. I was thirsty, and drank 7 of them when the room seemed odd. I went to bed, and in addition to the whirling, I suddenly smelled smoke! Yes, the house was on fire. Barfing on firemen is not cool. No Seagrams ever again. ( I still get woozy when I smell smoke.)
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satisfied: First time I had margaritas was at a work luncheon - they were so yummy I drank 3 jumbo-sized in pretty quick succession. I obviously couldn't work through the afternoon and went home (by bus but didn't remember taking it). Sat up in bed and stared at the wall for 24 straight hours without speaking. Hubby said he checked on my breathing at 4 hour intervals and hoped for the best.
GNAFL knows how to take care of business. His down time is well planned and he needs it.
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mszue: And I will up you a hug for the 'jean' at an Arabian nights themed underground bottle club/disco in Paris after being served never-ending Champagne by a self-proclaimed Algerian mercenary and serenaded by a Spanish guitarist one memorable Friday night in Paris!!! True.....took the fun out of the rest of the weekend. The Louvre was a tough go the next day...
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Hoppers: I see your locked stall door and chin cut and raise you dynamite around a campfire while drinking sangria with a batch of wasted German engineering students on a mountainside.
ETA: They were small sticks of dynamite, not like industrial quantities, tho'. I swear! Admittedly we were also trying to figure out if we had enought stuff to mix up plastique.
It is amazing how far orange bits will go once a stick of dynamite has been stuffed through it
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cookie: Would you believe closest I ever came to being drunk was when I got myself tipsy at my own Tupperware party? I hate those things, got pushed into having one, so I made sure there were plenty of frozen dacquiri's.
My story does not hold up to anyone elses.
How about if I told you about the time I threw a party with a group of my friends and the man of my dreams showed up. He was an ass of a drunk, spent the whole night hitting on me, but was so falling down drunk that all he did was sleep on my couch.
My fantasies about that particular man were spoiled forever. It was as tragic as throwing up on a fireman I swear.
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jamie: Not drunk but morning after hungover story... I went to gas station and was still so out of it I drove away with the nozzle still in my car. There was a lake of gas in the lot that was spreading by the minute and dozens of people staring at me when the three fire trucks arrived. Meanwhile, the owner was screaming at me that he was going to put me in jail but when the police showed up he asked the owner if I gave him my insurance info, when he said yes the officer winked and told me I was free to go. I still love that man. Proud day indeed.
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littledarkangelpf: my sloppy drunk moments are not all that great, esp since most them had me crying in the end. The only good one i had was I was in DC with my fam for my cousins wedding on Capital Hill, and after the reception and a trip to the bar, on the way back to our hotel i kept yelling at how much hated bush lol. shocked i didnt end up in jail.
I dont drink liquor that much anymore unless i am at home.
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Hoppers: When my husband and I lived on Capitol Hill we used to sit on the sidewalk and drink while various protests were going on and loudly comment on poor signage.
My favorite day was when there was a large group of people who were marching to the US Navy Yard to "find the Weapons of Mass Destruction", totally oblivious to the people yelling. "THE ONLY WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION AT THE NAVY YARD ARE THE STAPLERS!! THEY DON'T ACTUALLY KEEP ANYTHING THERE!!!"
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smokeyvera: Then there was the time a bunch of us went to Vegas and we got to see Sinatra. We all stayed in one room and I had been drinking and apparently Telly Sevelas had been hanging on me most of the evening and I landed up in his room for the night - but didn't remember a dman thing. My girlfriend Gina still reminds me of the night with Telly that I don't remember.
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gelly: Well I must say that from my 18's till my 25 I used to go out EVERY night. EVERY night. My mom used to say to me that I was not living in a house I was living in a hotel. Worked HARD and in a tough job that no mistakes were allowed, got home quich shower and off to partaaay , bars , disco ,lots of drinks (not drugs never had any not once) riding bikes with full force, driving cars with full force,banging my head at concerts I dont know how I can hear (BTW I checked it with my doctor and my hearing is still good LOL) and done numerous things that I remember them now and I honestly dont know how I survived. And the next day I was in my job again working hard.Got married had my first child and then.... everything stopped (not that I'm not crazy I AM)
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momtomany: We were at a poolside cocktail party; and I was feeling pretty cocky. I challenged a friend, who just happened to be the captain of the US Olympic Water Polo team, to a race. I think I remembered to remove my shoes. We dove in, fully clothed - - - and we didn't drown. The wild thing is that after we raced, virtually everyone else at the party jumped in the pool, too! It was like that scene from "It's a Wonderful Life". In the aftermath, DH needed to carry me into the house; told the babysitter I'd had a rough night.
One thing I'll never drink again is a martini. Ever since I had two at my son's graduation banquet and then mooned my mother.
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rabbitrabbit: My drunk stories tend to involve creative uses of public property. Once was with friends rearranging park benches into a towering sculpture in St. Georges square in Glasgow at 4 am. Caught on CCTV cameras so we attracted the attention of a police van. We put them back (Scotland's finest were not as amused as we were), but since we were still being filmed, decided to turn it into an interpretative dance. I remember us as being very graceful, and there being a lot of high kicks and ballet spins.
There was also a shopping cart drag race down a main street in the wee hours, but that's kind of cliche for exchange students.
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LindaG23: I know I am way behind but in Anchorage got off a company plane where drinks were served free (return flight only) after a week working on the North Slope and kept partying with some friends and the next thing I know we are on a plane to Reno and I still don't remember coming home. I am probably lucky I didn't get married. Wait a minute ... there is some stranger at the door requesting alimony. What will my sons think?
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Catzmadam: One of my 'moments'was when I was around 20, I had shifted down to Christchurch (earthquake city) to follow my lust (hubba hubba) for a guy
We lived in a really old Victorian house that had a truly disgusting outside loo. Anyways, one night we had a tequila party. I can't remember how many I had, but I must of toddled off to the loo and didn't come back. Eventually the rest of the party must of sobered up enough to realise I was missing and came looking for me. I was passed out in a pile somewhere down the back of the garden. It was also the middle of winter and Christchurch was having it's coldest winter in 40 years. If I had been out there any longer, I probably would have gotten hypothermia or frostbite. It took me four days to recover and I have never touched Tequila again. Bourbon is my poison now.
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seashell: one of the more mild stories that I do remember.. is sneaking beer and weed into a concert. We had been to the bar before hand ( there were 5 girlfriends and myself) we all had these big hand bags, and we each had a few bottles of beer I think plus I had the weed.. yeah we couldn't walk and it was winter.. we slide(not gracefully I am sure) down a hill .. I remember seeing my bag flying in the air.. my bag was leather and the bottles opened.. I had beer seeping out of the seams and the weed was floating.. OMG.. we still went to the concert.. how on earth we didn;t get busted is beyond me, as I am pretty sure we couldn't talk without slurring .. Lets just say that back then was a different world..
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lizziegs: As for me, I am a staid English woman with a v serious job. Once when I was younger I went with my football playing husband to a celebration for a big win. I got very drunk but he didn't want to leave the party so he hung me on a hook by the door and picked me up on the way out. It was no night with Telly Savalas, but I'm still a bit proud of it.
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needacoke: For Mardi Gras ’67 a bunch of us that had worked together in Y’stone met in New Orleans.22of us stayed in one hotel room together at the Montleone. Not a suite – a regular room with one bed. Of course, there wasn’t much sleeping going on, but a whole lot of partying. That whole trip is pretty much a total blur. Of course, with one bathroom and that many people, things got a little wonky. The earlier throw up stories reminded me of this trip ‘cause we had people throwing up out of the window (back then you could open a hotel window), in the bathtub, in the hall of the hotel - it got really yucky. Our group got thrown out of Pat O’Brians for getting drunk drinking hurricanes and dancing on tables. That’s one of the few things I remember. Fun times. At least what I remember was fun.
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NoAngel: Gotta share my own epic drunk moment. A couple of friends and I were wandering around campus after drinking a ton of wine coolers (yeah, shut up) and found the inner stairwell of the college chapel unlocked. We climbed up three flights and onto the roof, where we proceeded to perform a striptease much to the delight of a handful of passersby. The Universe was surely watching out for me, since I was literally dancing on the edge of the roof. Thank heck for no cameraphones in those days...
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irish1139: If this is the worst story we ever hear about Adam, how boring. Give me some sex and real grit, something I can visualize in my head for awhile. This story really doesn't seem worth printing. He didn't even throw up on anybody. What's with that? In my 20s I at least threw up on people or had a crying jag with snot hanging from my nose, or started kissing everyone at the bar. I have great memories.
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