Drunk Stories

[Captain Derp M.D. 159]

This thread is all about alcohol and drunk stories. We ask that you drink responsibly, and use any stories here as reasons to NOT get so drunk you don't remember the night. Now, with that being said, I'll start off the festivities.

 

I recently went to Columbus with my best friend, Cmoore. We went to see Modest Mouse, and we lost our spot in line to go to the restrooms. Since we figured we would end up in back anyway, we started drinking at 3pm. 6 beers in, we got into the show where we each enjoyed three 32 ounce cups of beer. For those keeping count, that's 96 ounces a piece on top of the 6 beers each beforehand. An average beer is 12 ounces, 96/12=8, which is 14 beers. Followed by a double rum and coke. I actually remember the whole concert, but not going home. My memory returned when I sat down at the hotel WAY too fast and threw up on my pants. Ever done laundry in a hotel bathtub at 3am? It's an experience. All in all it was a great night, though. Modest Mouse is a FANTASTIC live show, and I recommend them.

 

I'll try to post some drunk pictures on here soon, too.

Edited March 5, 2013 by Artemis
This is more of a drunk stories thread than a general booze thread.

[Shankveld 4,950]

One night, my husband and I were coming home from a party. A party where I got fairly intoxicated. We took a cab home (we're responsible). My husband claims that I began arguing with the driver about which way was the way to our house, when we were going the right way. It's a good think I was too drunk to feel embarrassed x)

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[Starshine 16,335]

In my country, we got this fancy drink named Tuak, or rice wine

 

 

It was mostly homemade, so everything depends on the vendor. it can be very sweet, strong, or even crispy(tasted like carbonated drinks, but it's not carbonated)

 

One time I bought too much, and I forgot to wake up the next day

[Captain Derp M.D. 159]

One night, my husband and I were coming home from a party. A party where I got fairly intoxicated. We took a cab home (we're responsible). My husband claims that I began arguing with the driver about which way was the way to our house, when we were going the right way. It's a good think I was too drunk to feel embarrassed x)

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Cmoore and I took a cab with his (at the time) girlfriend to go get some cigarettes one night. We were pretty tore up, and he went to grab her thigh while we were in the back. Except he grabbed mine. I nonchalantly responded with "wrong leg, dude." and he screamed like a girl. It was one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me. Now every time he makes a drunken blunder I tell him "wrong leg, dude."

[Magi 16]

So... since I was already referencing my the bachelor party I'll stick to that one for this post.

 

I joined in at noon, had to get the keys for the place me and my dad were staying at for the 2 weeks we were in Toronto for the wedding. So as soon as we head to the hotel we start pouring long islands with alcohol each guy was expected to bring. First problem... no shot glasses, second? Not enough glasses of the same size. Solution? TRY to eye up each shot and add the appropriate amount based on each glasses size. We all were drinking on an empty stomach so after the first round we all went down, grabbed some hot dogs from a close by stand, ate and went back up. Poured our second round and this time... much more loosely. Had that and beer was starting to be passed around. Now... Long islands hit me pretty hard but by this point I was only tipsy, being the genius that I am, I downed my second one and snuck off to finish the left over beer in the glasses (I can't stand food or alcohol going to waste).

 

So... leaving the hotel I do not remember so the rest is from a collection of what I was told by my brother, sister and brother in law, with bits and pieces I remember myself. So we went to a fancy restaurant that uses beer for example in batter. Being so awesome we had the center table, thankfully I was off to the side. I started to slump in my seat and so everyone looks around the table with that "UH OH! WHAT DO WE DO MAN?!?" look in their faces. So my brother goes behind me to help me sit straight and bam.... gag reflex kicks in and I start puking all over the table to the point that it starts pouring off the sides. So my brother grabs me and we head back to the hotel, the others grab their meals quick, eat and head back as well. At the hotel I remember being hit in the face with a bun by my frustrated brother screaming "EAT IT! EAT IT!" and as soon as I responded no he stuck the bun in my mouth and proceeded to scream "CHEW IT! CHEW IT!" And the rest of it is history.

[Captain Derp M.D. 159]

So... since I was already referencing my the bachelor party I'll stick to that one for this post.

 

I joined in at noon...

 

THAT is possibly the greatest story I've ever heard. You're a champion, and I mean it.

 

I have a tendency to end up in bathtubs when I get overly drunk. I think I flock to them just in case I get sick. I like being close to the toilet, haha. I remember being at a party once about 4 years ago. There were like 15 of us drinking and there was limited seating. One chair, one loveseat, one couch. FIVE people on a loveseat is hard to do. I drank an entire bottle of rum and three shots of Jager on an empty stomach, and I had to push my friend Jessica off of my lap to get to the bathroom. I threw up and woke up in the bathtub with my friend Amy's brother urinating and talking to me. It was pretty embarrassing.

[Magi 16]

I threw up and woke up in the bathtub with my friend Amy's brother urinating and talking to me. It was pretty embarrassing.

Sounds like you were pretty casual about it so nothing to be embarrassed about.

[Captain Derp M.D. 159]

I'm always pretty casual when I drink. Unless we're doing karaoke, them I go into "Mad Serious Mode."

 

I've been known to rock some Misfits when drunk.

[Kazuki Fuse 534]

I just spent the last 3 days wasted in the British Columbia woods attending a punk/metal festival. I have quite a bad sunburn, many cuts and scrapes from falling into rock piles or trees and am itching fiercely from the dozens of ant/spider/mosquito bites I have from passing out 10 feet from my tent on the second night. I pounded back a 20 pack of budwieser each day and I only weigh about 135 lbs. I ate so many cheddar smokies its making me ill just typing the word.

 

I wouldn't change a damn thing.

Edited July 30, 2012 by stryker