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I was at my buddies xmas party a couple of years ago and was goaded into a game of drinking pyramids (has anyone played?) and I ended up drinking alot. At around 5 am I woke up and had the feeling of nausea and taking a dump at the same time. I stampeded into the washroom and grabbed the trash can. I was so damn sick that it came out of both ends. unfortunately, when the other party goers decided to use the washroom they noticed vomit all over the sink, in the toilet, and in the trash can. My buddy wasn't too impressed and oh the stench! Unbearable!
I actually told myself that i would never drink again!

Y'know those rape cases where the woman claims that she was too drunk to give consent, etc? Well that very nearly happened to me.

I have a rather long drink-to-drunk timespan, which means that I drink more than I should before I realise that I've had too much. Especially, as in this case, when I'm shooting something like sambuca.

I ended up in a semi-stupor at the top of the stairs, utterly conscious but too drunk to move or do anything, and my friend's flatmate comes up to me, tals at me, kisses me, and unbuttins my top.
I swear, i was unable to do ANYTHING, and he could have done anything he wanted, and I wouldnt' have been able to stop him.

I've only gotten drunk a few times, roughly once a year as I tend to go all out when the memory of last time slips from my mind

The last time I swore it off was because I woke up shirtless laying in/on of a Bush roughly thirty feet from the house the party was in, Of course this house is near a major throughfair so that Bush was part of the Medium in the middle of the road, 2 Lanes per side and it was oooh 7:40 if I remeber right

Traffic realy starts at around 6:30 so it means none of these people stop to help the person on/in the Bush though according to our designated drive(Though no one was going home, having somone there who stays sober helps alot in the aftermath) I had been out there since at least 4AM considering I was at the time of my last memories on the third floor of said house with then girlfriend had fallen asleep on me, along with two of her friends)

Which brought me to the question, how had I gotten from that upstairs couch with one woman mostly on me and two more kinda hanging, downstairs and across the road

WARNING SEXUALITY EPLICIT CONTENT



The further problem is I distentily remeber getting on that couch without my pants or underwear though I did have my shirt on, Further leading to the mystery of how I got a belted pair of pants back on + Underwear and took of the shirt off and then make it across the road......


Ahh well

innerbrat wrote:Y'know those rape cases where the woman claims that she was too drunk to give consent, etc? Well that very nearly happened to me.

I have a rather long drink-to-drunk timespan, which means that I drink more than I should before I realise that I've had too much. Especially, as in this case, when I'm shooting something like sambuca.

I ended up in a semi-stupor at the top of the stairs, utterly conscious but too drunk to move or do anything, and my friend's flatmate comes up to me, tals at me, kisses me, and unbuttins my top.
I swear, i was unable to do ANYTHING, and he could have done anything he wanted, and I wouldnt' have been able to stop him.

Damn.

High school New Year's trip to Montreal. this was the first time I'd gone out with the intention of getting dead drunk, which in hindsight was not the best of ideas since it was also my first drinking binge, and the fact that I was also drinking underage...anyways. It was about 2 in the morning and I was at the 3rd club of the night and had a good amount of liquor in me. I'd just gotten off the dance floor and was sitting at a table with my friends and helping myself to yet another drink.

Well, let's just say I fell out of my chair and could not get up, and god knows what could've happened to me had my current BF(aerius) not carried me back to the hotel. He was nice enough not to try anything funny with me, but that's 'cause he knows I'd kick his ass as soon as I sobered up.

I think I was about 19 or 20. We had a new years party at a hotel in Hayward. I had been drinking beer or wine coolers and was laying on the bed with a slight buzz. At new years my buddy grabbed my head back and poured champaign down my throat. I guess Im sensitive to champaign or it did not mix cause I was instantly nauseous.

I ran to the back room and shut the door. It was dark and I fumbled for the light for as long as I could before I just guessed where the toilet was a barfed. Turns out the fricking light was on the outside of the bathroom!
Once I got the light on, I noticed I had a 50% accuracy rate. Yeck!

The case of the Stair Diving Drunk

Age: 17

Amount of Alcohol Ingestion: a half dozen shots or so of Jose Cuervo, 3 beers, and a few JD soaked cherries

Injuries sustained : Lump on head (Concussion?), minor cuton back, bruised shoulder

After returning home from a party in the wee hours I was attempting to return to my bed when all of the sudden I was tumbling down the tairs to my basement dweeling. After about 24 steps with a thin layer of carpet I tumbled into a large antique desk. I passed out and awoke just in time to see the sun peeking in through a window. Head hut like hell for a coupla days

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Case of the Nude host

age: 18

Amount of Alcohol congested: Lost count after 14 miller high lifes and a small cup of what I suspect was bongwater

Injuries sustained: I bruise about the size of a half dollar on the underside of my shaft, and my clothes somehow disappeared

After hosting a party and ingesting enough alcohol to make spontaneous combustion a possibility I somehow dissolved into a deep slumber alongside my ladyfriend (who is still beautiful to this day albeit not with me anymore) I awoke probably 16 hours later completely naked covered in assorted towels. She was over in the bathroom naked and brushing her teeth babbling about something.

I got a quick kiss on the forehead and was then thanked for the best night of her life. Something I can't even remember to top it off there was a mysterious bruise possibly caused by thrusting too hard.


Case of the all over injury

Age: 18

Alcohol ingested: It was a keg so it was harder to keep track but I remember at least 2 kegstands

Injuries sustained: Pain, eerywhere

Was in the middle of a kegstand when one of the people helping me up literally turned around to talk to a girl and dropped me, I landed face first on the keg, which was nearly empty, and tumbled to the ground and landed right on a pointy rock.

My 21st birthday party. Went to a friend's apartment, drank and smoked too much pot. To make a long story short, I woke up with no shirt on, in the girl who owned the apartment's bed, with no memory of the events of the previous night. I was told that one of the girls tried to give me a blowjob but I ended up puking on the bedroom floor. Nice, eh? I don't remember anything at all.

I've no bad drunken experiences of my own...but I've seen plenty, mostly people going drink for drink with me

First time I got drunk it was on about half a 5th of Jose Cuervo Gold tequila... My at the time friends and I went outside for a smoke, I made it to the garage door and tried to mate with it... Finally getting outside I passed up on smoking because of the said garage door incedent a few seconds earlier, it was good that I passed up on the smokes, the other 2 went thru a pack each just to get the equivalent of 1, and the ground was littered with burning cigarettes.

After that I never did get fucked up drunk, dispite on several times taking down more than a dozen beers in a period of only a few hours.

The best time I got wasted was with a couple of other friends, playing drinking games and shot for shot (just like the tequila time), one of them was over 280#, the other was a little over 250#, I was 136# at the time. I drank half a 5th of vodka, 6 run-and-cokes with 2 shots each, a pint of rum, 12 beers, 3 winecoolers, and 6 smirnoff ice', in a 4 hour period. The others cleaned out the 4th winecooler, the other half of the 5th of vodka, and another pint of rum, between the 2 of them. Both of them were seriously fucked up, the 250# guy was on the deck puking, I was out watching him to make sure he didn't get hurt while I was smoking. (He rolled off the deck and into his own puke eventually because he didn't want to be held on the deck and was the type that you can't hold if he doesn't want to be held, even if he's too fucked up to even strain against your grasp). The other guy fell asleep praying to the porcelain god. And I fell asleep on a hastily made bed of clothes and blankets. No hangover, wasn't even beyond massively tipsy.

The tolerance to alcohol comes from my insane metabolic rate, of course alcohol hits my system like an out of control freight train, but it's burned out just as quick.

The last time I got somewhat drunk was at an SCA event, two games of Tablero (4 bottles of hard cider), and my friend gave me a bottle of his homemade mead (the fact he wouldn't drink the stuff shoulda been a hint that it was ungodly strong), and I liked it, after a few minutes (and about 1/5 of the bottle later) we decided to go walking around the event grounds with nightvision equipment on (quite a contrast to midieval garb and structures, lol), I got about halfway down on the mead and realized I was tripping out thanks to the nightvision system on my head (goggles), by the time we got somewhere near the portacans I was nicely hozed and happy with an empty bottle of mead in one hand, a sword in the other, and trying to sing along with my friend rather badly... God, I can't wait till Junefair...

Time : New Years '99
Amount of Booze : Vast, 6-10 MGd's, 4+ Mixed Drinks, and spaced across a 8hr period , 22 shots of varying intensity.......Yes people, I really did drink like a proverbial fish at one time , even I cant figure out how I didn't end up in the hospital over this one......
Pain: Felt like Godzilla had taked sexual liberties with my entire body.....
Source : At 3am as the party was winding down, I had re-gained some sembalance of motor control and decided to find the nearest couch to passout, regretably my 'stupor shield' was so intense I missed the large oaken coffee table in front of said couch.....I remember waking you on the floor at noon, my face in a puddle of my own slobber(no puke, Ive never puked whilst partying) and wondering who exactly had kicked my ass. I was quite chagrined to have the tale of my abortive war vrs JJ's coffee table, which I was told I had assaulted no less than three times each time being repeled and winding up on the floor......after of course falling into and bouncing my head and extremities on the stout frame of this monster of a table.......

Sokar wrote:Time : New Years '99
Amount of Booze : Vast, 6-10 MGd's, 4+ Mixed Drinks, and spaced across a 8hr period , 22 shots of varying intensity.......Yes people, I really did drink like a proverbial fish at one time , even I cant figure out how I didn't end up in the hospital over this one......
Pain: Felt like Godzilla had taked sexual liberties with my entire body.....
Source : At 3am as the party was winding down, I had re-gained some sembalance of motor control and decided to find the nearest couch to passout, regretably my 'stupor shield' was so intense I missed the large oaken coffee table in front of said couch.....I remember waking you on the floor at noon, my face in a puddle of my own slobber(no puke, Ive never puked whilst partying) and wondering who exactly had kicked my ass. I was quite chagrined to have the tale of my abortive war vrs JJ's coffee table, which I was told I had assaulted no less than three times each time being repeled and winding up on the floor......after of course falling into and bouncing my head and extremities on the stout frame of this monster of a table.......

ROFLOL!!!
(btw, I got you beat on booze... Even my friends have no idea how I didn't have to go to the ER on that one, let alone not get totally fucked up)
Remember, getting your ass kicked by the furniture or ANY stationary object (yes, this includes passed out "drunk bumps" on the floor) is NOT a good thing.

(then again, waking up passed out facedown in the dirt with your friends in the tent which was about 50 feet away is also a bad thing... I still ain't got a clue how that happened, though it appeared that I had gone out for a piss and ended up crashlanding in the process (skid marks and all, probably had been running.))

Errr, my worst drunken experience.

Waking up the next morning in my room at college... Naked... Alone... and with a condom missing, not used, but just plain missing.

Case is still open.

weemadando wrote:Errr, my worst drunken experience.

Waking up the next morning in my room at college... Naked... Alone... and with a condom missing, not used, but just plain missing.

Case is still open.

did you ever find out who you used the condom on??

Next of Kin wrote:

weemadando wrote:Errr, my worst drunken experience.

Waking up the next morning in my room at college... Naked... Alone... and with a condom missing, not used, but just plain missing.

Case is still open.

did you ever find out who you used the condom on??

I have no recollection of the previous night past 3am. I woke up at 1pm. Noone has offered me any clues.

And like I said, case is still open.

Though for my own sanity I have classified it as a non-event.

Probobly the night i had my nose broken. I am usually a happy drunk but this night i wasn't. My best friend (at that time) had went over my head and had pulled a girl from our MCP class. I had been nuts about her for ages. We all knew it i was just waiting for the right moment, i've been unlucky in love before. Most of my class had all went out for a bender that Friday and Suzanne had went too. I had been talking to her about music and such trying to work up the courage to ask her out when the bastard steamed in and asked her to dance. Up on the dance floor he statted kissing her while looking straight at me. I was devistated and i began to drink straight shots of Whiskey, something i only ever do when really annoyed. I felt my anger build up and i decided to leave incase i said something i really regretted to her. But my friend followed me outa the bar and asked me what my problem was. I laid it on him that he was a backstabbing no good bastard and next ting i knew i was on the floor in a pool of my own blood. Several guys had dragged him off me, i had been in no condition to fight. I has to have 10 stitches in my nose and my cheek bone was shattered. I'll get him back. But that was the worst thing that ever happened to me when drunk.

Hyperion wrote:First time I got drunk it was on about half a 5th of Jose Cuervo Gold tequila... My at the time friends and I went outside for a smoke, I made it to the garage door and tried to mate with it... Finally getting outside I passed up on smoking because of the said garage door incedent a few seconds earlier, it was good that I passed up on the smokes, the other 2 went thru a pack each just to get the equivalent of 1, and the ground was littered with burning cigarettes.

After that I never did get fucked up drunk, dispite on several times taking down more than a dozen beers in a period of only a few hours.

The best time I got wasted was with a couple of other friends, playing drinking games and shot for shot (just like the tequila time), one of them was over 280#, the other was a little over 250#, I was 136# at the time. I drank half a 5th of vodka, 6 run-and-cokes with 2 shots each, a pint of rum, 12 beers, 3 winecoolers, and 6 smirnoff ice', in a 4 hour period. The others cleaned out the 4th winecooler, the other half of the 5th of vodka, and another pint of rum, between the 2 of them. Both of them were seriously fucked up, the 250# guy was on the deck puking, I was out watching him to make sure he didn't get hurt while I was smoking. (He rolled off the deck and into his own puke eventually because he didn't want to be held on the deck and was the type that you can't hold if he doesn't want to be held, even if he's too fucked up to even strain against your grasp). The other guy fell asleep praying to the porcelain god. And I fell asleep on a hastily made bed of clothes and blankets. No hangover, wasn't even beyond massively tipsy.

The tolerance to alcohol comes from my insane metabolic rate, of course alcohol hits my system like an out of control freight train, but it's burned out just as quick.

The last time I got somewhat drunk was at an SCA event, two games of Tablero (4 bottles of hard cider), and my friend gave me a bottle of his homemade mead (the fact he wouldn't drink the stuff shoulda been a hint that it was ungodly strong), and I liked it, after a few minutes (and about 1/5 of the bottle later) we decided to go walking around the event grounds with nightvision equipment on (quite a contrast to midieval garb and structures, lol), I got about halfway down on the mead and realized I was tripping out thanks to the nightvision system on my head (goggles), by the time we got somewhere near the portacans I was nicely hozed and happy with an empty bottle of mead in one hand, a sword in the other, and trying to sing along with my friend rather badly... God, I can't wait till Junefair...

There arent any fairs or the like here...but you might like my parties...tons of bloody excellent mead, an ongoing challenge to see if anyone can outdrink me, and various sparring in my nice large garden....(mostly with my wooden practice weapons....) The record so far is 3 v me after I'd just finished drinking someone unconcious....I was armed with my nice black quarterstaff and a can of SKOL.....I then proceeded to floor all three in about a minute, without putting the can down....

(I am a total bastard at times throat and groin shots are very amusing.....)

I've never gotten seriously drunk, and I rarely drink at all. I like being in control of my actions.

Try 6 Vodka shots and two 16oz Red Dogs as the first time I ever touched a measurable amount of alky in my life! YEEOUCH! The last two Vodka hits were doubles too! All that b00ze'll fuck a 200lb guy up nice, but at the time I was all of 110.... Do the math

Result: I was paralyzed from the waist down, the room was spinning like a clothes dryer on Babylon 5 in a tornado, and I had to pee every fifteen minutes. Paralysis+Having to pee=not fun! Paralysis+having to pee every 15 minutes+everyone else so falling-down drunk they're falling UP and singing Volga Boatman in their best slurred Russian/English at the same time=REALLY REALLY Not Phun!!! Then I passed out after crawling to bed.

Next Day: I woke up with no hangover and complete memory of everything that happened the night before. I swore off alcohol that day, but the bottle comes around and whacks me a few good times on the noggin every now and then....

hey, drinking experiences are good not bad.
the only thing i can think of was when this 50 year old chef from an italian restaurant came outside to beat 2 friends an me up because one of my friends had kicked one of the restaurants signs. we all 3 tried to hit back but it didnt work. everybody was too drunk, so the chef kicked our asses. it wasnt so bad though, it was rather funny. esspecially as the cops stoped right next to us to see if (recollection starts to blur). nothing seriously happened. my jaws hurt a couple of days but that was it.

I've been know for a bender or two with the right friends around but I've only every had one experience where I couldn't remember the night.

It was an engineering sanctioned drinking event, game, whatever my third year of university. I came in third behind two guys that had to be at least a deux and a half easy (I was a constant one sixty at the time no matter how I ate, exercised or more often didn't exercise) and the only reason I stopped when I did was because my stumach was so full that the next drink was going to stop in my throat. I can remember people thinking I was going to puke out early. I can remember everyone around me telling me to stop and that I didn't have anything to prove. I can remember thinking that I really, litterally couldn't drink any more, downing my last, getting up and marching to the washroom for the longest piss of my life. I think my girlfriend of the time (now wife) got someone to follow me to make sure I was ok but after getting back out into the hall I might as well have flown home because I woke up the next morning naked beside the ol' porcelin idol, the rest of the night a complete blank and the gf totally pissed off at me. Whatever I said I don't want to know.

I didn't have a hangover. I never get hangovers. But I've never had so much that I've blacked out again and I never want to.