First/worst time getting drunk

[lumpisan]

Hello all this thread is about one thing... as tory of the first and or worst time you have ever gotten drunk. I'll start.... i chugged an entire bottle of maddog on a dare and i dont remember much, except that i woke up without my pants o.0

[executioneer]

i drank two fifths of vodka one new years and woke up in a bathtub, nude, with a small child pouring bathwater on me with a plastic cup

[lumpisan]

wow man thats strange did you at leasat know what house you were in?

[executioneer]

yeah it was the same house i'd gotten drunk in

no memory of filling the tub and getting in, though

[lumpisan]

Originally Posted by executioneer

yeah it was the same house i'd gotten drunk in

no memory of filling the tub and getting in, though

lol...mine was my first time dirnking and i decided hey this maddog stuff isnt that bad i'll chug it....all i remember is my pants coming off much to the horror of my room mates

[Sethomas]

The first time I was drunk was in a restaurant in Rome, in June 2000. I paid 70,000 lira for a prix fixe meal, and I wanted my money's worth, so I drank a lot of wine.

The worst time that I got drunk, medics put an oxygen mask on me and didn't turn on the air flow. Naturally, I ripped it off so I could breathe, at which point they tied me down to the gurney and let me wear the mask until I asphyxiated to the unconsciousness in which they originally found me. (Minus the systemic cardiac failure white vomit, I guess.)

For you to get depanting drunk on a bottle of MD indicates that you likely have a small liver. That you think it merits bragging indicates that your testicles are likely small, too.

[lumpisan]

Originally Posted by Sethomas

The first time I was drunk was in a restaurant in Rome, in June 2000. I paid 70,000 lira for a prix fixe meal, and I wanted my money's worth, so I drank a lot of wine.

The worst time that I got drunk, medics put an oxygen mask on me and didn't turn on the air flow. Naturally, I ripped it off so I could breathe, at which point they tied me down to the gurney and let me wear the mask until I asphyxiated to the unconsciousness in which they originally found me. (Minus the systemic cardiac failure white vomit, I guess.)

For you to get depanting drunk on a bottle of MD indicates that you likely have a small liver. That you think it merits bragging indicates that your testicles are likely small, too.

no bragging.... and aye i dont drink much. but then again i habvent been on these forums for ahwile and forgot how vicous the trolls are^^ no biggie^^

[Sethomas]

I'm not trolling, I'm trying to set you on the right path. We're in this together, man.

To increase your alcohol tolerance, I suggest regular heavy drinking. This may require heavy drinking outside of socially-approved situations, namely by yourself or while driving. At this point in your life, alcohol should be your number-one financial priority so that people might eventually think you're not totally lame.

As for your testicular prominence, the first step is to evaluate exactly how far you fall short. I suggest calculating the volume of your scrotum via liquid displacement (this procedure, undertaken by Archimedes, is the source of the word "eureka" being co-opted into the English language). Once comparison has been made against established norms, the spam folder of your email account should be able to direct you to several reputable venues of natural male enhancement.

[bigtimecow]

this one time i got drunk and smoked pot and then was jumping around a lot.

the next morning i learned that i peed all over a black girl sleeping in a bed in the same room.

i had no FUCKING idea

[Poxpower]

Well don't mix beer, vodka, tequilla, schapps and jaggermeister in the same night.

Cold shower and tunnel vision awaits.

[TheBigMan045]

My Dads 50th I cant remember the speeches or the cake or how i fell unconcious into a bark garden or how i got a cut above my eye (its either falling into garden or playfighting with my dads friends) or the fact i was thrown into the beer bath filled with half melted ice. Dammed homebrew bourbon and vodka. The worse part was going back to mums the next day and explaining how i got the cut, or the fact there was a rugby game the next morning (my dads family is obsessed with it) and plus my massive hangover.

[executioneer]

i also had an interesting experience after eating three hotdogs and following it with fifteen shots of ice 101 in the stretch of about an hour

puke smelled nice, though. minty.

[Pentegarn]

I'll never forget my worst drunk experience. About ten years ago, a friend dragged to a club where they had a two dollar cover charge and all the Bud Lite you could possibly could drink for free. As if telling me all the beer you can drink wasn't bad enough, this club was some sort of dominatrix club. Me being so young in those days, I had never seen anything like that, so of course, I was mortified. After being there for about ten minutes or so, I see a guy smacking some woman on the ass repeatedly with a nine-tailed whip. At that point I decide since I am stuck there (my friend was my ride home) the only cure was to drink until I could not see or comprehend what was going on around me. After what was around my 15th to 20th free beer, I lost total track of everything going on. The only things I remembered that night was trying to drink salsa because I thought it was a shot and someone stopping me, and vomiting repeatedly.

The next day I was quite hungover (and I am pretty sure I was hit pretty heard with alcohol poisoning.) I promised a friend I would go to the mall that day with him, so being a man of my word I went with a massive headache and extreme nausea. The whole experience caused me to rethink how much I drink socially though, so I got that much out of the awful experience.

[MetalMilitia]

One night I went out on the town with the girlfriend and a couple of friends. We were in a pub for several hours and then for some stupid reason decided to go to the only club in town. To give you an idea of how much a shit hole this place is; once I went when it was raining and they had to put out about 4-5 buckets to catch the water coming through the roof. Also I got stuck to the floor and some ceiling tiles fell in.
Anyway, I should never of even been let in that night as I was clearly completely pissed. Unfortunately I knew the door staff so I got in anyway.
Before long I had somehow managed to start a fight with 2 guys, and unbeknownst to me my friend had to spent about an hour convincing them to calm down. Fuck knows what I was thinking. Funnily enough I was wearing a BFG Tech t-shirt with "The Gamer's Choice" written on the back. My guess is that's what scared off the guys I decided to take on.
The next thing I remember was waking up the next day with an epic hangover.

[glowbelly]

i don't remember the worst or the first.

[Guitar Woman]

The time I remember best was when I made a Black Russian by accident at my grandparent's place. :o

I found a box full of bottles of alcohol in one of the spare bedrooms, and since I'd never had a White Russian before I decided to try one. This was after drinking a lot of Captain Morgan's, btw, so I wasn't functioning at top mental capacity already and forgot that I needed to add milk to my vodka and kahluha mixture.

I also put it in a normal sized coffee cup and filled it a about 3/4ths of the way full! I then became so incredibly drunk that I could not remain standing for more than 10 seconds. My grandparents had no idea what was wrong with me, which made it even funnier!

[Pub Lover]

Much like the wonderful Glow, I don't remember the worst or the first. I suspect the worse was in the eight months after failing my A Levels. Deciding that my life wasn't going anywhere near to where I planned, I moved back in with my parents, enrolled at Bridgwater College for a Btec (a qualification for stupids) in Computer Engineeering, & decided that, as being mostly sober didn't help me, I'll be mostly drunk. From that point until I was arrested in Norwich for being Drunk & Incapable at 2 in the afternoon, I was drinking before & after every class. I had the highest test scores of the entire course.

[El Oh El]

I made out with one of my sisters friend while drunk at a St patricks day party.

[Asila]

I've never drank so much that I've forgotten what happened or passed out, but I've been really shit-faced in the past, so this may just be an aspect of me--it applies to pot as well. It actually pisses me off, since getting trashed and acting like a moron is something that only makes a good story if you have to hear about it from other people.
That said, the worst that generally happens is that I become loud and flirtatious (I had to crawl up my stairs once, I guess that's worse) but the first was homemade sangria consumed around a campfire with my boyfriend at the time, a bunch of his friends, and a load of really friendly dogs. It ended with a coed shower, but he WAS my boyfriend, and in retrospect was a very pleasant time.

[Sethomas]

As far as memory loss/time travel goes, I rarely (if ever) woke up and was like, "holy shit, what happened last night?" However, I've had instances where I'd wake up as normal and some point in the course of the day would reveal that there were details of the previous night that weren't present in my mind.

Example: I used to have this adorable habit of chewing on people's scalps when I was blitzed, sometimes making verbal indications that I wanted to eat their brains. It was usually a sign of solidarity and affection. (http://home.uchicago.edu/~stp/sethhillary.jpg is the one documented example I know of on the web.) Anyways, back in the fall of 2004 I got drunk one night and the next morning I remembered being pretty out of it the previous night, but I thought I had a good hold on what all happened. I was playing around on Facebook, looking at the group for my house. My dorm house had about 90 people in it, but Facebook was still pretty new so the group didn't have many members. At one point I looked a profile of this beautiful Cuban girl whom I'd never met, so I asked my roomie if he had any idea who she was and why I'd never seen her around the floor. His response was one in perfect deadpan consternation, "Seth. Last night, you tried to eat her brains. As I remember, she wasn't really happy about it."

[Asila]

Seth: That... that's hilarious. You'd think she would have found it charming. Have you ever wondered why, in a state of slightly reduced inhibition, your inclination is to feign an attempt at ingesting the gray matter of people you like?! It's like a zombie Hercule Poirot hopped up on absinthe.

[mew barios]

i remember the first time i got drunk. i was gonna go to this party, but i didn't want the first time i got all drunked up to be around a buncha people i didn't know that well, so my brother an me were drinking whiskey while i was playing mechwarrior 3. i was totally kicking ass too, until i started wobbling so much i couldnt stay in the chair. i think he eventually managed to drag me across the floor to my bed.

i don't think i had a worst, i mean there was the normal stuff of other people screamin an cryin about some such or another that they decided to feel upset about after they got drunk but i'm pretty mellow and boring.

[AChimp]

A couple of my friends and I decided to have a bit of a party on Thanksgiving weekend, so we got half-bottles of gin, rye and scotch. The night involved running around a park, nearly rolling down a big hill (one of my friends actually did roll down said hill) and then getting carried back to my friend's basement where I passed out in a semi-concious state.

I remember swearing a lot at my friends because they were busily devouring a 4 litre bucket of vanilla ice cream when I just wanted the world to stop moving.

My first hangover the next day was absolute shit, and to top it off it was Thanksgiving. My parents made me attend the dinner and my baba laughed at me for getting drunk.

We were young and didn't know how to drink yet.

[J. Tithonus Pednaud]

Originally Posted by Sethomas

(http://home.uchicago.edu/~stp/sethhillary.jpg

Why is Sideshow Bob attacking that girl?

Anyway...geeze...the stories I could tell here.

My first drunken experience was when I was 13 and visiting my Great Uncle in Coventry, England. I got into his bathtub gin and blacked out. I awoke surrounded by flowers. My first thought was that I was dead. Instead I found myself in a flowerbed in some park.

There was the time when me and my friends got into a bar fight on Halloween with some riff-raff, while dressed as the Power Rangers.

But, the absolute worst was when I earned $1400 during a drinking contest at the age of 14. I know that sounds great, however I paid dearly for it.

I used to hang out with a lot of older folks as a kid. I went to a party consisting of mostly University and college kids. At this party, people were playing Century Club - a game in which a room full of idiots would down a shot of beer each minute for 100 minutes. I was determined to be the head idiot and stood up to a challenge of doing Century Club with tequila. The agreement was that I would get $1 per shot per person in the contest. I made it through a bottle and a half.

That evening ended with me tearing my scrotum.

I win.

[Zomboid]

I have a ton of really bad ones. I can't remember the first time though. One time that was particularly bad was when I had a party at my house and was drinking a lot of bacardi 151 (75%, I think). I ended up leaving my own party and going to a friend's place. I remember seeing everything extremely blurry and grasping on to the toilet. People kept trying to nurse me back to health and at one point someone suggested pickle juice. I drank a big bottle of it and puked like crazy. I stained my shirt and pants and eventually lost my grip on the toilet and fell back and hit my head on the tub.

Another time, some strippers went to a party at a friend's place after performing at the bar. I was really drunk and don't remember more than the first half of the show and so when we all went to the house to drink more, I was extremely pissed. At one point I drizzled on the front of my jeans and for some reason put a sock in my fly and zipped it shut to try to conceal it. Then I woke up and didn't remember anything until my friends slowly told me more. The next week I was looking through my phone and saw some videos that one of the strippers had recorded. They were of me being completely drunk and doing stupid shit. She was nice and kept hugging me and stuff which was weird considering there was urine on my pants.

When I was 15 or 16, there was a party out in the country for the grad class that year and I ended up drinking a lot and making out with like 3 female friends that I probably wouldn't normally do that with. I woke up in a camper the next morning and had no idea how I got there. I was still at the party and there was only like 15 people still there, but one of the bands that was playing needed to finish off a keg before returning it, so a few people came back and a bunch of us stayed and got sloppy drunk all day. At one point there was a snake coming out of a woodpile so I grabbed a sledgehammer and killed it, but I also hit a board that came up and hit me in the forehead, so I had a nice size gash that was leaking blood for the rest of the day.