Inspired from the "too beer" thread.
Got me thinking, am I the only one who seems to get into (seemingly) bizzare situations when heavily intoxicated?
Did a quick search and didn't see anything related, so I'll start off.
OK, several months ago I went for a holiday with a few mates to one of their farms, down near the beach (mornington penninsula for those keeping score).
As I have a car and license, I was one of the elected drivers, which pretty much gives me free range scabbing rights over everyone elses supplies.
One of my friends had bought a slab of hoegaarden to bring up, this is a really nice beer, and I was very happy about it.
To go along with that I thought I'd swing into some absinth (not the crappy 50/60% stuff either, I mean the real deal). We also had a slab of james squire, carlton draught, a few slabs of heineken and several bottles of vodka and assorted spirits. What could go wrong?
so, I think it was night too I cracked open my first hoegaarden, which was delicious. Between me and 2 friends we polished the slab of in a couple of hours, This left me comfortably drunk.
Me and another mate decided it was time to get into the james squire, and knocked a few of those back before someone remembered that the next day was rubbish day (this was maybe 10pm) and we had to take all our rubbish out.
Unfortuniatly by this point I was fairly drunk, and carrying rubbish was a struggle, but we still endured, but then it got worse...our bin was already full. We decided to compramise and find another house with their bin out so we could dump in it. We walked up and down the street (which when drunk doesn't seem nearly as long as it is) and eventually found a big gate with some bins behind it. Score!
One of my mates (the one who had been drinking squire with me before) decided he'd Volunteer to jump the fence and deposit our garbage. What we hadn't seen was the pit bulls in the yard. We'd also underestedmated how drunk this friend was. He managed to get nearish to the bins, ditch the rubbish and get back over the fence before the dogs did any serious damage (other than make a hell of a noise).
When we made it back to the house, we realised the guys that hadn't come with us had finished the rest of the beer, and we needed more drinks. And that expensive absinth was sitting there, taunting me.
The next patch gets very fuzzy very quickly as apparently absinth doesn't fuck around.
I remember the point when I stopped pouring it over ice and sugar and started drinking it straight, which in hindsight was probably a terrible terrible act of bad judgement.
Anyway, the next thing I know, I'm outside carrying a bail of hay, its now daylight and there are cows following me around.
I'm somewhat unsure of how I got to be here so I panic and start drunkenly lumbering forward, still with the hay. The cows following me also speed up, and start mooing and getting agitated. I'm not sure if anyone can relate to this, but, especially when drunk, 400 odd kilograms of prime beef is a VERY scary confrontation. So I did prehaps the most sensible thing I'd done all night (morning?) and ditched the hay in the middle of a paddock. This seemed to satisy the cows who chowed down, giving me a chance to stagger back to the house, get to bed and get some much needed sleep (I have no idea what time this was at).
The next day I found what was left of the absinth, maybe 1/4 the height if the bottle (which was a weird shape, kinda like a vase). As expected I was very sick the next day, and suffered from mild alcohol poisening (which made me through up until my nose bled :S)
Not sure how well I've put that to paper, but if anyone else has any stories I'd love to hear them (I probably have a few more, although nothing as long).
Got me thinking, am I the only one who seems to get into (seemingly) bizzare situations when heavily intoxicated?
Did a quick search and didn't see anything related, so I'll start off.
OK, several months ago I went for a holiday with a few mates to one of their farms, down near the beach (mornington penninsula for those keeping score).
As I have a car and license, I was one of the elected drivers, which pretty much gives me free range scabbing rights over everyone elses supplies.
One of my friends had bought a slab of hoegaarden to bring up, this is a really nice beer, and I was very happy about it.
To go along with that I thought I'd swing into some absinth (not the crappy 50/60% stuff either, I mean the real deal). We also had a slab of james squire, carlton draught, a few slabs of heineken and several bottles of vodka and assorted spirits. What could go wrong?
so, I think it was night too I cracked open my first hoegaarden, which was delicious. Between me and 2 friends we polished the slab of in a couple of hours, This left me comfortably drunk.
Me and another mate decided it was time to get into the james squire, and knocked a few of those back before someone remembered that the next day was rubbish day (this was maybe 10pm) and we had to take all our rubbish out.
Unfortuniatly by this point I was fairly drunk, and carrying rubbish was a struggle, but we still endured, but then it got worse...our bin was already full. We decided to compramise and find another house with their bin out so we could dump in it. We walked up and down the street (which when drunk doesn't seem nearly as long as it is) and eventually found a big gate with some bins behind it. Score!
One of my mates (the one who had been drinking squire with me before) decided he'd Volunteer to jump the fence and deposit our garbage. What we hadn't seen was the pit bulls in the yard. We'd also underestedmated how drunk this friend was. He managed to get nearish to the bins, ditch the rubbish and get back over the fence before the dogs did any serious damage (other than make a hell of a noise).
When we made it back to the house, we realised the guys that hadn't come with us had finished the rest of the beer, and we needed more drinks. And that expensive absinth was sitting there, taunting me.
The next patch gets very fuzzy very quickly as apparently absinth doesn't fuck around.
I remember the point when I stopped pouring it over ice and sugar and started drinking it straight, which in hindsight was probably a terrible terrible act of bad judgement.
Anyway, the next thing I know, I'm outside carrying a bail of hay, its now daylight and there are cows following me around.
I'm somewhat unsure of how I got to be here so I panic and start drunkenly lumbering forward, still with the hay. The cows following me also speed up, and start mooing and getting agitated. I'm not sure if anyone can relate to this, but, especially when drunk, 400 odd kilograms of prime beef is a VERY scary confrontation. So I did prehaps the most sensible thing I'd done all night (morning?) and ditched the hay in the middle of a paddock. This seemed to satisy the cows who chowed down, giving me a chance to stagger back to the house, get to bed and get some much needed sleep (I have no idea what time this was at).
The next day I found what was left of the absinth, maybe 1/4 the height if the bottle (which was a weird shape, kinda like a vase). As expected I was very sick the next day, and suffered from mild alcohol poisening (which made me through up until my nose bled :S)
Not sure how well I've put that to paper, but if anyone else has any stories I'd love to hear them (I probably have a few more, although nothing as long).