... And this thread is all the reasons why I don't, and probably won't, drink any kind of alcohol in the forseeable future. Thank y'all for validating my decision.
Your worst drinking experience
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To pick one is tricky I have 3 - split and spoiler-ed
One funny
One sad
and finally the bad
So there my drinking escapades....some good, some scary...and all a sign of a wasted youth
One funny
...as all the really good stories, this one is about a girl.
I got an invite to someones birthday night out, others I knew may be coming but hey she was enough of a lure + night out....thing is we go the where wrong, as did others of his friends, last minute change of plans.
So I started drinking and joking and basically having a great time, I remember sharing some great jokes, a drinking game that on reflection drinking 6 units or so of alcohol in 60 seconds...not a great plan....
ANYways we go on to a night club, I get my normal drink, I'm necking it, I'm necking it *BAM* I'd sitting bolt upright wide awake in my bed...No transition. no nothing.
I'm pretty startled...as anyone would be....
My phones alarm clock setting has gone off...in the hall way
I stagger to the toilet, and when I flush my feet get wet....which is not normal...
Not really compus mentas I go investigate where the noise was coming from.
My clothes are in a neat pile, folded JUST in my front door, with grass stains....there is no grass on the direct route home to my house....and I don't fold
Still no sign of my glasses mind...best use my prescription sunglasses for now
I use the toilet again and once again my feet get wet, this time I think I best see why, and I check the pipe at the backs come off...never done before or since....
I get off to work...
I come home log onto MSN - she's on.
Ah ha - answers I shall have them!
She starts the conversation. A rarity....whats said is etched on my brain
'I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so very sorry'
WTF!!!
I'm stuck...I can't play this against her for points, I don't have a clue WHY she's sorry
I can't bring myself to ask her and admit from about 11pm - 7am I have no idea what happened...
I decide to go with this
'Don't worry - It's all forgotten - we'll never mention it again'
In retrospect reallllllly dumb, I knew I'd likely never see these people again so I'd likely never know what happened that night...and to this day I don't know WTF happened
So yeh people you can now join me in all the unanswered questions, where did I get grass stains from? Why are my clothes folded? What happened to my toilet? Where are my glasses? Why is she so sorry?
I got an invite to someones birthday night out, others I knew may be coming but hey she was enough of a lure + night out....thing is we go the where wrong, as did others of his friends, last minute change of plans.
So I started drinking and joking and basically having a great time, I remember sharing some great jokes, a drinking game that on reflection drinking 6 units or so of alcohol in 60 seconds...not a great plan....
ANYways we go on to a night club, I get my normal drink, I'm necking it, I'm necking it *BAM* I'd sitting bolt upright wide awake in my bed...No transition. no nothing.
I'm pretty startled...as anyone would be....
My phones alarm clock setting has gone off...in the hall way
I stagger to the toilet, and when I flush my feet get wet....which is not normal...
Not really compus mentas I go investigate where the noise was coming from.
My clothes are in a neat pile, folded JUST in my front door, with grass stains....there is no grass on the direct route home to my house....and I don't fold
Still no sign of my glasses mind...best use my prescription sunglasses for now
I use the toilet again and once again my feet get wet, this time I think I best see why, and I check the pipe at the backs come off...never done before or since....
I get off to work...
I come home log onto MSN - she's on.
Ah ha - answers I shall have them!
She starts the conversation. A rarity....whats said is etched on my brain
'I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so very sorry'
WTF!!!
I'm stuck...I can't play this against her for points, I don't have a clue WHY she's sorry
I can't bring myself to ask her and admit from about 11pm - 7am I have no idea what happened...
I decide to go with this
'Don't worry - It's all forgotten - we'll never mention it again'
In retrospect reallllllly dumb, I knew I'd likely never see these people again so I'd likely never know what happened that night...and to this day I don't know WTF happened
So yeh people you can now join me in all the unanswered questions, where did I get grass stains from? Why are my clothes folded? What happened to my toilet? Where are my glasses? Why is she so sorry?
One sad
This one, this one is bad
Friends birthday, another girl, and a situation that would take all day to explain...but not all that relevant to this tale
I was very down, I'd just lost my Grandad....maybe a week no more then 2....so drinking heavily...
Which will impair ones' judgment
I'd sung along to all the male parts of Grease as I'd grown up with 2 similar aged cousins and I'd seen that film at least 2 times a month for about 5 years...I was the drunken sot who was fairly harmless and no one minds...
So I step up to the bar, I fancy a shot of vodka....
So does a friend...now we'd had a discussion not so long ago...I can drink like a fish and vodka doesn't touch him he can drink it all day long...who would fold first
There was no formal announcement...we just toasted the queen and ordered another....and that's how it started...no one challenged anyone - no honors were insulted, no dares...just 2 friends dueling - one shot after another, the same toast....I think it may have become doubles...I'm not sure...it just rolled on slowly.
Then the barman cuts us off, says he's seen bigger men then me (and I ain't little) go down after that much...well I think he was right he can take his vodka I go to shake his hand and suddenly he gets the most goofy look and falls over backwards....
Well I go on a victory lap, get a nightcap from the 2nd bar and feel very smug....
Right up until the point I realize something is very wrong - VERY wrong
He's rushed to hospital - alcohol poisoning - I look a little crass after that, and I'm told to go home....
Next day at work and I'm rough....I've been given the task of moving the boxes from the attic to the basement....I'm white as a sheet and very quite...my phone goes it's him....I've been texting him all morning...
It's his mum....
I go whiter...I grab the trolley tight as the first though that goes through my mind is ' Oh *&*^ I've %^£%ing killed him' turns out no he's fine just getting out of hospital....
Course my work mates want to know why I'd suddenly whiter - dead scared - then suddenly so relived...
My short answer along the lines of 'Was out drinking last night, got into a competition, he's just got out of hospital - thought I'd killed him for a second' was what cemented me as a drinking legend at work..
Course that decimated my social life especially with what happened after, but that really is another story
Friends birthday, another girl, and a situation that would take all day to explain...but not all that relevant to this tale
I was very down, I'd just lost my Grandad....maybe a week no more then 2....so drinking heavily...
Which will impair ones' judgment
I'd sung along to all the male parts of Grease as I'd grown up with 2 similar aged cousins and I'd seen that film at least 2 times a month for about 5 years...I was the drunken sot who was fairly harmless and no one minds...
So I step up to the bar, I fancy a shot of vodka....
So does a friend...now we'd had a discussion not so long ago...I can drink like a fish and vodka doesn't touch him he can drink it all day long...who would fold first
There was no formal announcement...we just toasted the queen and ordered another....and that's how it started...no one challenged anyone - no honors were insulted, no dares...just 2 friends dueling - one shot after another, the same toast....I think it may have become doubles...I'm not sure...it just rolled on slowly.
Then the barman cuts us off, says he's seen bigger men then me (and I ain't little) go down after that much...well I think he was right he can take his vodka I go to shake his hand and suddenly he gets the most goofy look and falls over backwards....
Well I go on a victory lap, get a nightcap from the 2nd bar and feel very smug....
Right up until the point I realize something is very wrong - VERY wrong
He's rushed to hospital - alcohol poisoning - I look a little crass after that, and I'm told to go home....
Next day at work and I'm rough....I've been given the task of moving the boxes from the attic to the basement....I'm white as a sheet and very quite...my phone goes it's him....I've been texting him all morning...
It's his mum....
I go whiter...I grab the trolley tight as the first though that goes through my mind is ' Oh *&*^ I've %^£%ing killed him' turns out no he's fine just getting out of hospital....
Course my work mates want to know why I'd suddenly whiter - dead scared - then suddenly so relived...
My short answer along the lines of 'Was out drinking last night, got into a competition, he's just got out of hospital - thought I'd killed him for a second' was what cemented me as a drinking legend at work..
Course that decimated my social life especially with what happened after, but that really is another story
and finally the bad
This one, same girl from the first one, really getting me down, on a silly diet so all I could drink was vodka....out for a night 'big' band playing a local club so big night out
I'd been having it by the quad...and I was hammered and on reflection not in the right frame of mind to be drinking
I mooned the entire pub before leaving....and headed to the club
Chatting to the band, really up for it - drunk a bit more...
Starts to get hazy around the edges...I was physically ejected from the club...apparently I started trying to rip the speakers off the walls - not clear why...
I staggered home and flopped in bed...
I woke up next to a vomit puddle....I was lucky....
That pretty much was the last bender/blackout....I had an xmas works do out a few years later, but in a much better frame of mind....and all I woke up with then was a strange hat, no memory and a peeved flat mate....
I'd been having it by the quad...and I was hammered and on reflection not in the right frame of mind to be drinking
I mooned the entire pub before leaving....and headed to the club
Chatting to the band, really up for it - drunk a bit more...
Starts to get hazy around the edges...I was physically ejected from the club...apparently I started trying to rip the speakers off the walls - not clear why...
I staggered home and flopped in bed...
I woke up next to a vomit puddle....I was lucky....
That pretty much was the last bender/blackout....I had an xmas works do out a few years later, but in a much better frame of mind....and all I woke up with then was a strange hat, no memory and a peeved flat mate....
So there my drinking escapades....some good, some scary...and all a sign of a wasted youth
I can drink alot, and don't puke or pass-out so all my stories are about who I've done wrong to whilst drunk. The absolute worst was this when I was 17.
I was invited to a party over a long weekend whilst the parents were on holiday. The girl who invited me (who I shall call Jane) was a friend of a few weeks and I was fond of her. What I didn't know was that the rest of the group had turned against Jane due to her sleeping with the boyfriend of one of the other girls, and that they were planning something for revenge.
I proceeded to get drunk, not knowing I was part of a plot. Over the course of the weekend I managed to sleep/make out with a handful or so of the girls, but not Jane. When I finally became sober Jane was gone and I found out these things:
1)Jane invited me because she liked me and for support because
2)Her sister had just died in a car crash and so
3)The boyfriend she slept with used that manipulate her but
4)He claimed she got him drunk and the group started hating Jane and
5)They had decided to take her only friend left from her.
They had started off nice, keeping us seperate to talk and slowly demonising the other. They started teasing Jane, and kept drunk me distracted upstairs, showing her that not even her last supporter could be bothered with her. She ran off and a few weeks later attempted suicide. As far as I know she got her life back on track but I haven't heard anything for a few years.
So my worst drinking experience ever was completly abandoning the girl I liked and who liked me at the moment that she really needed me, which then made her think that everyone hated her and left her no wanting to live because I was too busy screwing some horrible, nasty girl who planned this.
Fuck me that was hard to write. Never told anyone all of it before. But you know the worst thing? My memory is some awful mix of crushing guilt and sexual pleasure. Most of my mind makes me feel like a pathetic maggot about it, but there is a small part that says "what you did was awesome!" Maybe its a good thing I haven't drunk vast amounts or had dealings with women for a year now.
I was invited to a party over a long weekend whilst the parents were on holiday. The girl who invited me (who I shall call Jane) was a friend of a few weeks and I was fond of her. What I didn't know was that the rest of the group had turned against Jane due to her sleeping with the boyfriend of one of the other girls, and that they were planning something for revenge.
I proceeded to get drunk, not knowing I was part of a plot. Over the course of the weekend I managed to sleep/make out with a handful or so of the girls, but not Jane. When I finally became sober Jane was gone and I found out these things:
1)Jane invited me because she liked me and for support because
2)Her sister had just died in a car crash and so
3)The boyfriend she slept with used that manipulate her but
4)He claimed she got him drunk and the group started hating Jane and
5)They had decided to take her only friend left from her.
They had started off nice, keeping us seperate to talk and slowly demonising the other. They started teasing Jane, and kept drunk me distracted upstairs, showing her that not even her last supporter could be bothered with her. She ran off and a few weeks later attempted suicide. As far as I know she got her life back on track but I haven't heard anything for a few years.
So my worst drinking experience ever was completly abandoning the girl I liked and who liked me at the moment that she really needed me, which then made her think that everyone hated her and left her no wanting to live because I was too busy screwing some horrible, nasty girl who planned this.
Fuck me that was hard to write. Never told anyone all of it before. But you know the worst thing? My memory is some awful mix of crushing guilt and sexual pleasure. Most of my mind makes me feel like a pathetic maggot about it, but there is a small part that says "what you did was awesome!" Maybe its a good thing I haven't drunk vast amounts or had dealings with women for a year now.
Probably the worst drunk experience I had was taking double shots of vodka with my ex-girlfriend.
When I get drunk I tend to overreact. Not in a dangerous way, mind you. Just a dramatic, semi-comedic way. Anyway, one of my friends from high school phoned me in tears for some reason or another. She was sad about... something, I can't remember. My then-girlfriend comes up to me and asks me whom I'm talking to. I tell her that I'm trying to console my friend and if she could help me since their both girls (drunk logic). My then-girlfriend responds by asking me why she would help me talk to one of my "whores"
I should probably explain this: My then-girlfriend was very jealous and always took that particular frustration out on me. I never cheated on her and I never planned to but she seemed to expect me to at all times. Over time, this obsession of hers prompted her to call me a "whore-collector" whenever she got drunk. I still have a hard time figuring out why she thought this about me.
Back to the story: I calmly wrap up my conversation with my friend and turn to my then-girlfriend and ask her why she keeps calling me a "whore-collector". One thing leads to another and I end up yelling at her and going back to my apartment.
Here's where the details get fuzzy. Apparently, I walked back and forth from my apartment because my then-girlfriend promised to apologize to me only to call me a "whore-collector" when I met up with her again that night. We end up screaming at each other at 6 AM in the middle of Richmond before going back home together in frustrated tears.
The very next day we go out to get pizza. I throw up in the parking lot.
When I get drunk I tend to overreact. Not in a dangerous way, mind you. Just a dramatic, semi-comedic way. Anyway, one of my friends from high school phoned me in tears for some reason or another. She was sad about... something, I can't remember. My then-girlfriend comes up to me and asks me whom I'm talking to. I tell her that I'm trying to console my friend and if she could help me since their both girls (drunk logic). My then-girlfriend responds by asking me why she would help me talk to one of my "whores"
I should probably explain this: My then-girlfriend was very jealous and always took that particular frustration out on me. I never cheated on her and I never planned to but she seemed to expect me to at all times. Over time, this obsession of hers prompted her to call me a "whore-collector" whenever she got drunk. I still have a hard time figuring out why she thought this about me.
Back to the story: I calmly wrap up my conversation with my friend and turn to my then-girlfriend and ask her why she keeps calling me a "whore-collector". One thing leads to another and I end up yelling at her and going back to my apartment.
Here's where the details get fuzzy. Apparently, I walked back and forth from my apartment because my then-girlfriend promised to apologize to me only to call me a "whore-collector" when I met up with her again that night. We end up screaming at each other at 6 AM in the middle of Richmond before going back home together in frustrated tears.
The very next day we go out to get pizza. I throw up in the parking lot.
I don't want to go into too much detail, but I made out with my ex, vomited in my friends nans bed, and when I woke up I was naked and had brown tape all over my legs (tried to wax maybe?).
Plus it seems everytime I go out and get drunk, I try to climb barbed wire. I can remember climbing it 5 times already.
I've jumped off rooftops into trees as well like twice.
I played chicken with a car before as well (or so I'm told).
Fun times.
Plus it seems everytime I go out and get drunk, I try to climb barbed wire. I can remember climbing it 5 times already.
I've jumped off rooftops into trees as well like twice.
I played chicken with a car before as well (or so I'm told).
Fun times.
I feel obligated to post my "not all to bad but still drunk" experience. I went to put on my crap worn out shoes and stood in a fire for a few minutes with people all "OMG you gonna die!" and i just laugh it off until the soles melted and people found it hilarious and it hurt yet one girl kissed me for being a badass even though i remarked about how i was just being a dumbass which she found cute... all in all rather nice. Fairly fuzzy but nice.
Generally once i get to drunk i just go in a hammock and remark how beautiful the night sky is annoying people with what star is what even if thy tell me not to... still this is better than most.
In retrospect I think my worst drinking experience involves me being sober and my cousin being drunk and going to jail and telling me to bail him out at 3 A.M. the once i see him all he does is puke and yell at his father whom i am clearly not yet he thinks I am and demands I go away then keeps calling me not letting me sleep... yeah that is way worse.
Generally once i get to drunk i just go in a hammock and remark how beautiful the night sky is annoying people with what star is what even if thy tell me not to... still this is better than most.
In retrospect I think my worst drinking experience involves me being sober and my cousin being drunk and going to jail and telling me to bail him out at 3 A.M. the once i see him all he does is puke and yell at his father whom i am clearly not yet he thinks I am and demands I go away then keeps calling me not letting me sleep... yeah that is way worse.
My worst experience?
Just trying to drink doesn't normally end well. Oh hold on a second *Activate flame sheild*.
I just don't have the taste for it. Beer, wine, malt liquor, taquilla, just can't get it past my tongue. It doesn't help that I'm normally pretty high too.
Just trying to drink doesn't normally end well. Oh hold on a second *Activate flame sheild*.
I just don't have the taste for it. Beer, wine, malt liquor, taquilla, just can't get it past my tongue. It doesn't help that I'm normally pretty high too.
My friend didn't know that you were supposed to put vodka in the freezer.
Warm UV Cake Vodka is the nastiest thing in the entire god damned universe, I swear.
Warm UV Cake Vodka is the nastiest thing in the entire god damned universe, I swear.
Little did farson135 know but he had just turned away the woman of his dreams, he would have eventually married her and become extremely wealthy too somehow, even today he still wonders 'what if?'farson135 said:
lol jk dude, that was a pretty funny story.
I was having a party at my house and I decided it was time for me to go to bed because I knew I had had enough. So I go to sleep, apparently however I wake up still drunk and decide to continue partying. All I remember is going to bed in my bed, I wake up outside covered in vomit with a horrible headache.
I finished a bottle of beer.
..and guess what? I didn't like it.
Worst drinking experience right there.
..and guess what? I didn't like it.
Worst drinking experience right there.
A mixture of Coke, chicken noodle soup, and sweet chilli sauce.
Oh, Alcohol?
Uuh... probably the time I tried to kiss my male best friend.
We have vowed not to talk about that.
Oh, Alcohol?
Uuh... probably the time I tried to kiss my male best friend.
We have vowed not to talk about that.
I don't really drink alcohol, so my worst drinking related experience was when I had someone projectile vomit (I literally mean, FIRED VOMIT ACROSS THE ROOM) about three or four times during a Keg party I was hosting. It was gross, it was sad, it was kinda awesome.
I'm really glad I don't get hangovers.
My worse one was getting drunk when my little brother was home with me. I had nothing to do the next day, and I wasn't required to go anywhere, so I got a half sack of weed and got something... disgusting from the liquor cabinet. I reached that certain point where no matter how much you don't like the alcohol that you're drinking, you stop caring about the taste. That's a very dangerous point for me, because at that point, there's no longer anything holding me back from drinking copious amounts.
The vomit came unexpectedly, and I had barely made it to the bathroom before I ended up throwing up more than I even drank. There's something very dark about having a bad trip on weed, and being to drunk to even stand up, and on top of that being paranoid that your little brother is gonna rat you out. It's just not a pleasant experience. It's a really dark time.
I ended up just getting a blanket and sleeping on the floor of my bathroom, waking up extremely dehydrated.
Edit: Also, don't be the person that mixes alcohol with energy drinks. You don't really realize you're drunk because of how much caffeine you're getting, and it's one of the worst things you can do to your body.
My worse one was getting drunk when my little brother was home with me. I had nothing to do the next day, and I wasn't required to go anywhere, so I got a half sack of weed and got something... disgusting from the liquor cabinet. I reached that certain point where no matter how much you don't like the alcohol that you're drinking, you stop caring about the taste. That's a very dangerous point for me, because at that point, there's no longer anything holding me back from drinking copious amounts.
The vomit came unexpectedly, and I had barely made it to the bathroom before I ended up throwing up more than I even drank. There's something very dark about having a bad trip on weed, and being to drunk to even stand up, and on top of that being paranoid that your little brother is gonna rat you out. It's just not a pleasant experience. It's a really dark time.
I ended up just getting a blanket and sleeping on the floor of my bathroom, waking up extremely dehydrated.
Edit: Also, don't be the person that mixes alcohol with energy drinks. You don't really realize you're drunk because of how much caffeine you're getting, and it's one of the worst things you can do to your body.
I don't drink.
The reason I don't drink is because, the first time I was drunk, I lost an entire week.. I still can't remember what I was doing that week.
It wasn't like I was doing anything unusual, I've spoken to other people, I had a job interview and just behaved like normal. But I can't remember any of it.
I was at a historical a big nationwide LARP event in the UK and a friend smuggled some real absynthe in, in a coke bottle. I came back to camp after an sweaty afternoon beating people up with fake swords, and skulled a coke..... that wasn't.
I'm told I passed out pretty much right away and they put me in my tent, but I was otherwise fine the next day.. I just don't remember anything.
The reason I don't drink is because, the first time I was drunk, I lost an entire week.. I still can't remember what I was doing that week.
It wasn't like I was doing anything unusual, I've spoken to other people, I had a job interview and just behaved like normal. But I can't remember any of it.
I was at a historical a big nationwide LARP event in the UK and a friend smuggled some real absynthe in, in a coke bottle. I came back to camp after an sweaty afternoon beating people up with fake swords, and skulled a coke..... that wasn't.
I'm told I passed out pretty much right away and they put me in my tent, but I was otherwise fine the next day.. I just don't remember anything.