Your drunk experiences

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Years ago I attended someone's birthday party in university. Underestimated how long it would take to get there, so turned up an hour and half late. Downed a whole 6 pack of beer in 30 mins with vodka and other alcohol from drinking games on an empty stomach (bad idea), then we head to the club. En route I needed someone to detour me to a pub so I could take a piss, he hauls me in, take a leak and get back on track.

Somehow I get into the club in spite of obvious intoxication. Immediately start taking several vodka shots with "the lads". Decide after a few rounds I had enough vodka, and wanted something cooling and easy to drink. Cue a pitcher of Long Island Ice Tea. At 3-4am I go to take a piss in the club toilet and immediately hurl. Somehow still able to think straight and decide to go back home. I say goodbye to the others, step outside the club, take 6 steps and puke in front of the doorman. Cue me now accurately walking back home, throwing up as I walk. Walk a few minutes, puke on the street, keep walking, repeat. Manage to get a cheeseburger from McDonalds on the way back without puking on the premises. Arrive home, eat burger, decide to have a shower, puke while having a shower, cheeseburger bits all around and on me. Now I enter a cycle of washing myself off while puking until I pass out in the shower.

After that night and the headache that followed, I stopped drinking for a year. The other times I was blackout drunk, couldn't remember anything, but this time I remembered every single embarrassing fuckup and decided not to repeat it again.
 
Getting trashed on moonshine on the Halloween after my 21st birthday was fun.

Then there's the road trip my best friend and I took to New Orleans for his birthday and how we more or less spent the entire weekend hammered, to the point that I literally got blackout drunk on our last night in Louisiana and didn't fully wake up until the next day when I found myself in the backseat of my buddy's car as we were crossing the Mississippi-Tennessee border.
 
Went to visit a roommate during a college break. While partying at a little dive bar, a pitcher of shots were ordered and some blow was discovered and inhaled. Next thing I know I'm barfing over the nastiest dive bar toilet you can imagine. Apparently, I was quite comfy and didn't want to leave my porcelain god. Nice friend put me in his truck. I managed to puke down the side instead of inside. Jumped in a pond full of algae and they sent their black lab to fish me out. Good lab brought me out the clean side of the pond. Woke up on her porch with bright morning sun streaming into my eyes. I insisted on sleeping right there. Seems I was aware of the spectacle I had become and didn't want pond scum and vomit all over her house. Crawled inside and upstairs to puke some more. My pops showed up within the hour to give me a ride to a music lesson. He made me sit in the back seat and gave me the silent treatment. Didn't make it to the lesson. I never did shots or blow again, tho. Just happy this experience happened then and not at a company xmas party or some shit later in life.
 
I had just turned 21 , I just moved into my first apartment, and I had a brand new DVD player, a bottle of 151 and some Coca Cola. I decided to watch Time Bandits while I was wasted, and that was my first time watching that movie. I thought it was boring because there were repetitions of the same scenes. I woke up in the morning after passing out on my couch to realize I was sitting on the DVD player remote all that time. That's 151 for ya.
 
Damien Thorne said:
I had just turned 21 , I just moved into my first apartment, and I had a brand new DVD player, a bottle of 151 and some Coca Cola. I decided to watch Time Bandits while I was wasted, and that was my first time watching that movie. I thought it was boring because there were repetitions of the same scenes. I woke up in the morning after passing out on my couch to realize I was sitting on the DVD player remote all that time. That's 151 for ya.
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Does anyone ever have a good time with Bacardi 151? I honestly can't remember the few times where I have drunk it. I remember starting to drink it but everything after the first couple of shots is erased.
 
mindlessobserver said:
Does anyone ever have a good time with Bacardi 151? I honestly can't remember the few times where I have drunk it. I remember starting to drink it but everything after the first couple of shots is erased.
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There are only two types of people who drink 151. Hardcore alcoholics or dumb novice drinkers.
 
I have so many, but my favorite food related one:
Got drunk at a Halloween party. Made best friends with the big bowl of fun sized chocolate bars. Barfed the most flavorful puke ever a couple hours later.
 
When I was a dumb teenager, me and my best friend went to a birthday's party of a girl we knew in high school. The party was all of us drinking under a bridge near some rail tracks on a industrial park, good times.
My best friend hooked up with a guy that beat up another one for a reason that I can't remember, I kissed one of my classmates, and to put the cherry on the top of the cake, we followed a gypsy to his shanty home because he flirted to the birthday gal and she didn't want it. When I was going back home, for no fucking reason, I started to sing Russian songs.
Another one is when my best friend and I tasted vodka for the first time in a park, I remember how the vodka was on a redbull bottle and the taste. We end up wasted and my friend looking for a mate in the park, even asking a little girl that if she saw him. Also, I told her that I was a carpet muncher. I kinda remember her reaction, she told me that she didn't care and it was more important to find her mate.
Most nights I seriously wonder how I survived my teenagerhood, good times of craziness they were.
 
First year of university, finished all exams and attended the last house party of the year for the university sports club I was part of. We show up at the house at mid day, 12 o'clock. Takes us a while, we eat food, have cookies etc, then the drinking starts.44-5 hours of pre drinks before go to the club. Some asshole decided to bring a trifle in, but filled it with both jam, sponge cake, peas, carrots and minced meat (not the fruit you get in mince pies, actual cooked beef). Guess who was the drunk idiot who ate that and had seconds?

Leaving the house was an issue because I really liked one of the empty wine bottles and insisted on bringing it with me to the club. The person on sober duty was worried I was going to glass someone. Bumped into almost every bin or light pole outside, got to the club...and somehow still got in. Drinks, dance etc, at that point I was one of "the lads", a group of guys who would do nothing but drink and maybe dance. Drinking shots happens till about 4am. We lose the rest of the group/the go home, so screw it, lets go to the other big club in town. Get in, more drinking occurs, one of the other lads gets into an argument with someone, we drag him out and decide to get kebabs and crash at the oldest one's place.

Get out kebabs, arrive at his house at about 5:30 -6 and settle into our kebabs....when the guy decides to show us his special Polish alcohol that he's been giving to all his professors as a gift. Slivovitz, 73% ABV. Well, no good just looking at it, we have got to have a taste. Everyone takes a shot, and oh does it burn...so we take another. At this point one of the lads passes out while eating his kebab. It's on his lap. he's on the sofa, and he just passes out. Next one does as well, and the host is about to go to his bedroom. At this point, I have this instinctive need to lie down in a bed, but not any bed, my bed...which is all the way on the university campus, 45 min walk away, on top of a hill. So began the long walk back home. Turns out my desire to get to my bed was so great that I navigated perfectly, climbed up the hill, got into my room at about 8am...stripped and got under the cover, and instantly passed out and slept for about 10-12 hours.

Fun night.
 
Back when 4 Loko (and Joose) contained caffeine and wormwood oil, I drank two cans and proceeded to punch and dent the drywall, thought my DVD remote was a cell phone, puked and proceeded to walk barefoot across the street to the store to buy another one while I was on my dvd remote phone. I had no recollection of doing this and my girlfriend at the time was so embarrassed and upset, she wouldn't talk to me for days.
 
Got trashed once at a club and fell down getting into my Uber (that's when I stopped wearing heels to the club) and this guy outside was "nice" enough to help me in and asked for my number to 'make sure I got home okay'. Gave him my number because I was loaded and thought he was genuinely being nice. Guy texted me every day for a week and when I didn't respond "fast enough" he called me a short fat slut, accused me of having no class and stds, bragged about the money he was making at his two jobs and when I hit him with "If you're feelings are hurt, I'm sorry you feel that way", he told me to not let it happen again. Wild ride, that's why I only go to the gay bar now.
 
Went to my cousins wedding at 17. Got so drunk I lost my way to the bathroom and ended up at a different wedding. Took their quiche too.
 
Was staggering around the sidewalk with my equally drunk girlfriend, both of us trying to keep her nearly passed out younger sister upright and find a taxi. Cops pulled up and told us to get the fuck in. We were all super nice, polite and apologetic, and the cops actually decided to take us home.

Until I projectile vomited right on the back of driver's head. At which point they said a few choice words, turned the car around and hauled us into drunk tank. Gave the desk cop my wallet, keys, shoes, belt etc, they didn't bother to do a patdown. Can't fault them, was covered in puke after all.

Went into cell, flopped down on a cot, and found an unopened bottle of scotch in inside jacket pocket. Drank half of it, gave the rest to the old hobo there and passed out. Was woken up by paramedics and some very pissed cops.

Seems the hobo drank his half, went nuts, and started beating on cell door/bulletproof glass with the bottle. Broke the bottle and somehow managed to nick an artery in process. We both went to ER in separate ambulances, I got my stomach pumped and an IV of some sort. GF and sister got very thorough body searches on getting OUT of drunk tank. We all got hit with fines for public intoxication too, something almost unheard of in that jurisdiction at the time.
 
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