Hiya escapists.
Alcohol can be a pretty crappy drug, and I'm sure most of you have realized this the hard way.
Tell us the story of your worst experience with drinking.
Alcohol can be a pretty crappy drug, and I'm sure most of you have realized this the hard way.
Tell us the story of your worst experience with drinking.
My worst one is also my first experience with heavy drinking (I'm rather lightweight).
My parents were arranging a rather large party. They were inviting friends of the family, so an old childhood friend with whom I haven't had much contact in later years was also there.
We were both underage, but were still offered pre-dinner drinks since, hey, what's the harm in it?
By the end of dinner, I'd had two or three glasses of wine and half a liter of beer.
After dinner it was time to socialize. I was hanging out with my childhood friend and a couple of other guys I knew from my childhood but who were older than me.
I decided to grab a cup of wine for me and my friend.
Yes, cup. We were drinking wine from plastic cups because we just had that much swag.
In any case, there were also a lot of children around the age of eight or something at the party. They were sort of pestering us, so I decided I would have to find something to occupy them with. I went up to my room and grabbed my two broadswords and shield and took the kids out to the garden for some fencing. Relax, the swords weren't sharp.
After having worn out the kids a bit, I went back inside to hang out with my friend.
We decided to grab some of the cognac while the adults weren't looking and reminisce about old times. In case you were wondering, yes we were also drinking cognac out of plastic cups.
After this, I managed to convince my friend to check out Death note. We went up to the first floor where there were no others and fired up some Death note on my laptop.
However, there was this one kid who insisted on hanging out with us and stuff. Pretty annoying, so we did everything we could to trick him to go back to the ground floor.
We were having fun watching Death note, and I was routinely making runs down to the ground floor to get us more wine. We had between three and five more cups while watching.
It should probably be noted that most of the fun derived from watching Death note was from laughing hysterically about how we couldn't read the subtitles because we were seeing double, and taking breaks to prank call old friends from elementary school.
The kid kept coming back though, which was annoying because we felt really irresponsible getting absolutely shitfaced in front of a ten year old. We did our best to convince him to leave, and finally he got tired of hanging out with us.
It was at this point we decided that we'd try to watch one more episode of Death note, but that I would go get us some more wine first. We spent a few minutes laughing about the prospect of me pretending to be sober while going downstairs, seeing how I could hardly stand upright.
In any case, I managed to walk downstairs somehow. The adults weren't in the kitchen anymore, so I was free to grab wine without anyone seeing me. However, it was empty.
But lo and behold, there on the kitchen counter stood a couple of half-liter cans of beer. The day was saved.
Wait... Don't people usually say something about beer and wine?
Nah, it's probably just bullshit anyways. Beer it is.
I sat down in the sofa with my friend, cracked open my can of beer, and brought it to my mouth.
Then I woke up in my bed, fully clothed and with a bucket standing next to me. I made my way downstairs, and learned on the way that I had a headache as well.
As I ate breakfast, I was reminded that I had to catch a train to Oslo that morning. That's a six to eight hour train ride.
I left my parents at the station and sat down in my seat, trying to cope with the headache on the moving train. Around this time, my friend called me and told me that I'd thrown up in two different sinks that night. My vomit had blocked the drains, and he'd have to clear the blockage with his hands.
Well, that was embarassing, I thought. In any case, I'm hungry. I need to go to the restaurant car and get myself some food.
"Oh, sorry, we don't accept that kind of credit card."
Fuck. How much cash do I have?
I had enough for one of those tiny cans of Grab and go Pringles they sell at planes and such. That and the bottle of coke I'd brought from home was my entire food supply on that six hour train ride. And I was experiencing a hangover for the first time.
How heavenly it was to buy a slice of pizza when I arrived at the airport which was my destination...
My parents were arranging a rather large party. They were inviting friends of the family, so an old childhood friend with whom I haven't had much contact in later years was also there.
We were both underage, but were still offered pre-dinner drinks since, hey, what's the harm in it?
By the end of dinner, I'd had two or three glasses of wine and half a liter of beer.
After dinner it was time to socialize. I was hanging out with my childhood friend and a couple of other guys I knew from my childhood but who were older than me.
I decided to grab a cup of wine for me and my friend.
Yes, cup. We were drinking wine from plastic cups because we just had that much swag.
In any case, there were also a lot of children around the age of eight or something at the party. They were sort of pestering us, so I decided I would have to find something to occupy them with. I went up to my room and grabbed my two broadswords and shield and took the kids out to the garden for some fencing. Relax, the swords weren't sharp.
After having worn out the kids a bit, I went back inside to hang out with my friend.
We decided to grab some of the cognac while the adults weren't looking and reminisce about old times. In case you were wondering, yes we were also drinking cognac out of plastic cups.
After this, I managed to convince my friend to check out Death note. We went up to the first floor where there were no others and fired up some Death note on my laptop.
However, there was this one kid who insisted on hanging out with us and stuff. Pretty annoying, so we did everything we could to trick him to go back to the ground floor.
We were having fun watching Death note, and I was routinely making runs down to the ground floor to get us more wine. We had between three and five more cups while watching.
It should probably be noted that most of the fun derived from watching Death note was from laughing hysterically about how we couldn't read the subtitles because we were seeing double, and taking breaks to prank call old friends from elementary school.
The kid kept coming back though, which was annoying because we felt really irresponsible getting absolutely shitfaced in front of a ten year old. We did our best to convince him to leave, and finally he got tired of hanging out with us.
It was at this point we decided that we'd try to watch one more episode of Death note, but that I would go get us some more wine first. We spent a few minutes laughing about the prospect of me pretending to be sober while going downstairs, seeing how I could hardly stand upright.
In any case, I managed to walk downstairs somehow. The adults weren't in the kitchen anymore, so I was free to grab wine without anyone seeing me. However, it was empty.
But lo and behold, there on the kitchen counter stood a couple of half-liter cans of beer. The day was saved.
Wait... Don't people usually say something about beer and wine?
Nah, it's probably just bullshit anyways. Beer it is.
I sat down in the sofa with my friend, cracked open my can of beer, and brought it to my mouth.
Then I woke up in my bed, fully clothed and with a bucket standing next to me. I made my way downstairs, and learned on the way that I had a headache as well.
As I ate breakfast, I was reminded that I had to catch a train to Oslo that morning. That's a six to eight hour train ride.
I left my parents at the station and sat down in my seat, trying to cope with the headache on the moving train. Around this time, my friend called me and told me that I'd thrown up in two different sinks that night. My vomit had blocked the drains, and he'd have to clear the blockage with his hands.
Well, that was embarassing, I thought. In any case, I'm hungry. I need to go to the restaurant car and get myself some food.
"Oh, sorry, we don't accept that kind of credit card."
Fuck. How much cash do I have?
I had enough for one of those tiny cans of Grab and go Pringles they sell at planes and such. That and the bottle of coke I'd brought from home was my entire food supply on that six hour train ride. And I was experiencing a hangover for the first time.
How heavenly it was to buy a slice of pizza when I arrived at the airport which was my destination...
