Your worst drinking experience

[Jonluw]

well we got diffrent beer groups.
Light beer, people beer, beer and strong beer.

Light beer and people beer you buy at the supermarket or other places.
Beer and strong beer you get at the pubs or systembolaget


So i see beer as the standard since 5,3% is what a large amount of the beerdrinking popoulation drinks when they drink beer

But pubs are stupidly expensive, and you need to be 20 to get into Systembolaget.
And you need to quote people when you're replying to them, dude.

 

[bobmus]

I got hospitalised in my hockey club initiation. This was largely due to a knock on the head sustained after face-planting into the ground. For those who don't know, initiation is something forced upon you when you enter a sports club at an English university, involving a series of drinking challenges. Every single one the freshers (around 20) vomited, and 3 were hospitalised.
Hurrah for peer pressure

 

[The Funslinger]

I think that the time when I hadn't been mixing my own drinks and almost died of alcohol poisoning qualifies as my worst drinking experience. A friend had mixed drinks beforehand and due to the mixer, the vodka was basically flavorless. Due to this, I thought that the drinks were weak, when in fact they were really strong.

Long story short, I blacked out in a bathroom stall and almost drowned in my own vomit.

I don't drink vodka anymore.

I don't drink vodka anymore either.

I was at a camp out in the woods with about a hundred other people. I had a 700ml bottle of smirnoff and a large bottle of coke to mix it with.

I started out with a lager, and a few swigs of cocoanut rum, then cracked open the vodka.

Now, I went to a repeat of this camp out the next week and stuck to beers, and the alcohol was making me depressed due to having been dumped a couple of weeks previously, and the fact that people were getting isolated and standoffish at this camp out. I figure this must have been what caused me to neck the vodka the previous week, but I didn't remember. Anyway, back to camp out number one:

So aside from a couple of people having the odd swig, I basically polished off all 700ml of vodka, neat. The coke lay forgotten, and there was nothing to cushion the alcohol. I had also missed two meals. I don't remember anything past the label of the bottle, but apparently, I fell to my knees, keeled over and began frothing at the mouth.

People obviously noticed this, and tried to roll me onto my back (thinking that was the recovery position. Fools.) in my comatose state, I kept rolling back onto my side, as it's how I sleep. They couldn't stop me from doing this, which aggravated someone to kick me in the ribs (explaining the bruises) also, I was briefly accidentally lit on fire.

Eventually the ambulance arrived, and several people have been claiming they personally carried me to it. Whoever it was did drop me and make me hit my head on a rock.

I have a very vague memory of surfacing in the emergency ward, then being in a car ride home, then somehow making it up to bed. My mum had come out to collect me, and wasn't too pleased. Over the course of the next day, when I came down stairs and proceeded to neck an entire large carton of orange juice, she explained that I had been on a drip to get fluids back into my body, and that I'd had to be kept in a sealed thermal blanket, because the alcohol poisoning had made my blood pressure and body heat nosedive. Fun times.

Anyway, due to some kind of classical conditioning effect, thinking about vodka makes me feel a little queasy.

 

[bobmus]

Interesting how many people are reporting bad reactions to tequila - it's my drink of choice, so I'll tend to have 5 or 6 shots of it on a night out.

 

[Shoggoth2588]

Being the pussified light-weight that I am, I stopped drinking all-together after my second time being drunk...I think...All I know is that I was dizzy while laying down. I hated the sensation and gave up the drink after. Vomit? No. Being taken advantage of? No. Boring as Hell situation? Yes (it was a New Years party with 4 or 5 other people and gaming was the highlight of the evening). Still, someone has to have the tame story.

 

[nomzy]

my worst wasn't that bad. I pulled an all nighter (I don't even remember why anymore) and then went to a party at a friends place, had 4-5 shots of vodka and went to the bedroom to lay down, I fell asleep and woke up the next day. my jumper was in the bathroom with puke on it, my pants were in a different room and I was wearing my shoes on my hands. I have no recollection of what happened that night, it was as if I went to sleep and simply woke up the next day. I asked my friends later that day who puked on my jumper and they told me it was me, but I was all "no seriously?" turns out I came back out and proceeded to drink till I puked, then drink some more. To this day I haven't figured out why my shoes were on my hands, and none of my friends remember either. Needless to say, I've never pulled an all nighter and then gone drinking the next night again.

 

[Mister Eff]

I can usually handle my drinks and after years of not being able to, I know my limits, so I don't often get to the vomiting, crying and unable to move stage. Too drunk, yes. But not that bad. Though I've got a pretty bad story from this weekend in fact. Went out for a friend's birthday for some drinks. Went clubbing. But apparently, a few hours before hand, I ate something that was a bit off. Which gave me food poisoning. While out drinking.

I will spare you the details, but it lead to one of the most unpleasant nights of my life. And I still feel crappy.

 

[JesterRaiin]

Your worst drinking experience

Well...
I'm more or less IT technician, and one time i was hired to build a little network. You know, a few PCs, printers, scanner, router, network shares and such bullshit. Anyway... It turned out that people who hired me were carpenters of sort - they made coffins. I'm not sure why, but in this kind of business people are often heavy drinkers.
So, as a greeting they filled a few glasses. I took mine and (i didn't want to waste any time) emptied it with one sip.

Unfortunately it was 250 ml of this :
http://www.polishfoodinfo.com/images/stories/siteimages/slivovitz.jpg.
It's called "Śliwowica" and it's 70% strong alcohol. One shouldn't ever drink it fast because it's pretty much equivalent of taking Thor's Hammer on the exposed brain. I drank heavier stuff, but there's a ritual for this. You know, eating, dancing, smaller glass...

Well, things went pretty fast from there. I woke up next day in coffin. To my surprise, i managed to install and configure this network without any serious flaw.

BTW :
It's for today :
http://i.imgur.com/DW0zM.jpg

 

[Amethyst Wind]

My worst was in university when I popped my Jäger-cherry. Subsequently vowed to abstain for the rest of my life after we ended up with one friend getting a massive scar on his forehead from going down the stairs, another mixing his meisters with crappy wine and soiling himself and me waking up with the worst hangover I've ever had and some random person in my bed (I literally had no idea who this girl was).

 

[Unsilenced]

First time drank heavily I passed out getting up from the toilet.

When I woke up I had... err... suffered the failure of a few critical muscle structures.

It made a mess.

Well, one time I came out as bisexual. Thanks a lot Jack Daniels...

I *tried* to come out as asexual while piss drunk.

It was not very effective.

 

[Unsilenced]

EDIT: Derppost.

 

[zelda2fanboy]

25 years old and NO horrible drinking stories! Yay for sobriety! I may be "missing out," but my lack of nauseating vomit stories, weeping openly, and public nudity all have nothing to do with a drug affecting my ability to reason. Just my own horrible choices and already poor sense of reasoning..... wait. :/

 

[Yuno Gasai]

For the most part, I've been quite fortunate when it comes to alcohol-induced escapades.

Spoiler: Cut for length.

My worst was probably one of the nights I went to Discord (an alternative club night in my area) with a group of my friends.

We'd all agreed to meet at Sainsbury's, buy some alcohol for pre-drinking shenanigans, go back to my friend's house to drink and play some drunk Guitar Hero.. All that fun stuff. From there, his mother had offered to taxi us back into town so we could go to the club.

All good, right?

I have no memory of leaving his house that night, although it's clear I did. I vaguely remember standing at the bar for a bit, then being in the taxi home, having an argument with the taxi driver, and then waking up the next morning. When I woke up, I realized I didn't have my bag, phone or keys on me. I became unconsolable with worry.

What actually happened?

I must've drank a little too quickly, but I left my friend's house with the others. We arrived at Discord, they thought I was fine, and left me to my own devices. Two of my friends later found me slumped at the bar, apparently falling asleep, and got me some water. They soon decided I was too drunk to stay out, and put me in a taxi - apparently not realizing I had left all my stuff at our friend's house. Thus, an argument with the taxi driver ensued, with him failing to recognize that I am not the type of person who puts herself in a taxi she knows she can't pay for. I think he must have eventually realized my sincerity because he obviously let me off without any police intervention. From there, I somehow found my way up to my flat, and my mother told me she let me in at 3 o'clock in the morning.

.. Yeah, never drinking that much - or that quickly - again.

 

[Verok]

My friend decided to go to a crappy party in town that another friend was throwing. I must have been in grade 11 and most of the kids there were grade 9-10 not many people showed up and it was in town so we had to be fairly quiet. I decided since it was a shitty party i would get drunk. I drank 6 or so beers in under an hour, i have been drunker before but have never drank that much that fast. The party was getting lame and so i decided to go home. I ate quite a bit before we went drinking and proceeded to throw up on my way home multiple times and even in my bed. I remember my friend was helping me into bed and right when i got comfortable i threw up all over my face. I don't think the hangover was that bad but it sucked that i had to clean my bed because of all the puke, it kinda hardened and was in my hair and pillow and everything.

 

[ChadSexington]

Well. I was fifteen, I'd only been drunk a couple of times before and my friend and I decided to have a bottle of jacks between us. I hadn't eaten all day and that was way beyond my limits. I knew this. We finished it off in about twenty minutes or so, I had more then him I think 'cause I was hogging it. Dick move yeah but I was fifteen. Anyway, I had very long hair at that point, I remember drinking and watching Kill Bill then I remember my friend holding my hair back as I threw up. I vaguely remember his mum coming home. Then I woke up, wearing my friends shirt and feeling a horrible mix of confusion and death. Apparently I threw up for about five hours.

Since then I've developed quite a tolerance, an annoying one though, I managed to finish a bottle of gin before going out then getting in to the bar. Kept drinking all night, it was a good night. Still, I can't drink whiskey anymore.

 

[White-Death]

I once drank my coffee when it was boiling hot.

 

[Svenparty]

This thread reenforces my current mission to find drugs that don't cause you to feel tired and ill. In a similar way to a hangover. God I wish speed pills were legal.

 

[FamoFunk]

The worse I can currently remember is when I just turned 18, my Nan had passed away a week before and I was pretty damn fucking depressed about it. So I decided to get shit faced with people to ease the pain.

I have no idea how much or what I drank, but I remember being in a club/pub toilet just spewing on the floor telling everyone they had no idea how I felt. Someone can in with a mop and kept trying to clean the sick up but it literally wouldn't stop coming out of my mouth.

A friend came and managed to get me in her car (while still spewing) and drive me to my parents house (I had to pay, a few days later, for her to get her car valeted because I was sick in it so much and all up the road from hanging out the window) She and others finally get me home when I'm sitting on my parents settee still throwing up and screaming at them about how shitty they were at being parents to me all these years and how they'd never compare to my Nan.

I was then put into bed which I was sick in all through the night and then woke up in inches deep in sick all over the bed and floor. My Boyfriend then came to pick me up to take us home and on the way he had to pull over the car every few hundred meters so I could open the door and be sick, I was also sick in our car, too.

I spend the whole weekend in bed, spewing, crying, in pain and feeling damn sorry for myself. It was highly unpleasant.

 

[The White Hunter]

Outisde; bottle of pre-made magaretas, half a bottle of spice rum and coke to go with it (half and half), 8 pints (UK pints) of lager, a full bottle (70cl) of amaretto, 2 litres of cider, a 70cl bottle of peach schnapps and X shots of whisky (I really started blacking out)

Anyway, after that, and probably more, I woke up at 4 am in a bush and dragged my carcass home and spent the next 3 days throwing up and half dead.

This was when I was 18.
I am now 20, 21 in October.

I now am crippled the day after by 7 440ml cans of 3.8% bitter. If this happened again I would die.

Don't start drinking kids, it's a slippery slope.