I drink, I get drunk, I fall down... No Problem!

[Power Hungry]

Okay,

So I am swiping this thread from one that Corey started on another forum. I thought it was pretty amusing (an occasionally a little scary) to hear the alcohol enhanced tales of woe from other members.

So here's you chance to tell the world those moments where you you didn't have your "thinking cap" screwed on tightly while consuming your poison of choice!

Of course, I have to start off so here goes...



My 3 worst nights...

#3) Baja Beach Club on Oakland & Federal in Fort Lauderdale. After several Cherry Bombs and a "Suck it from the Bucket" (basically a half gallon of Long Island Ice Tea), I decided I wasn't feeling too well and it was time to go home. Needless to say, the 30 mile drive back to Miami was not fast enough and ended up covering the whole passenger floor with half inch of spew.

#2) All I can really say is Goldschlager. After my buddy and I finished the first bottle, we headed down the street to the liquor store for another, larger bottle. With that one down the gullet, it was time to go home. Once again, didn't make it without blessing the floorboards.

and (drumroll please...) :drummer:

#1) Involved a 2 liter of Stoli. We started out with screwdrivers and then decided the orange juice was just getting in the way. I drank a little over half the bottle and two others drank the rest. The last thing I remember was all of us being outside chasing cats with a broom in our underwear. Woke up the next morning stark naked on the floor. :covereyes: Can't even remember if I had a good time or not... :whistle:

And all this time I thought I was having fun!

Of course, now I know what "moderation" means. Hee hee!

[jerodr]

Haha #1 is my favorite.

Here's my 3:

#3 - Family reunion: The reunion didn't start until about 6pm and I thought it would be a good idea to start about 11am...bad idea. After about 15 beers and an hour car ride we arrive at the fiesta and my uncle immediatly greets me with a bottle of crown royal (typical crazy uncle) and says "you ready". Last thing I remember is having to leave the karaoke stage mid-song to and my whole family pointing and laughing at me. Had to stop three times the next morning on the side of I-35 to well...you know!

#2 and #1 are from college days.

#2 - Frat Party: The The University of Texas here in Austin theme parties are a big deal. I took a date to a large full-camo themed frat-party...face paint and everything. After about 9 hours of beerbonging, shotgunning, and shot taking I woke up to find my self in an all girls dorm during "breakfast call." Since I wasn't supposed to even be in the building I literally had to run through the cafeteria while 500 girls stopped and stared. I looked like I had done 2 tours of duty in vietnam.

#1 - House Party: I was kindof a good beerbonger back in the day. One night instead of beer I was dared to bong bacardi rum and I did. I bonged around a half-bottle with about an ounce of coke in it. I woke up the next morning(luckily) to two black eyes, a bloody nose, and a fat lip. My buddies told me I passed out standing up and came crashing down on the concrete face first.

I'm so glad those days are behind me.

Jerod

[Corey Cohron RIP]

One of my very worst was New Year's Eve 1989 (I believe). We were playing Quarters with shots of Rumpelmintz. Just trust me when I say that it was ba-a-a-d. Hours on a bathroom floor... (thank goodness it was clean!). Projectile vomit... It was not pretty.

This is a picture of our liquor cabinet, which is actually a gorgeous piece of carpentry built in the 1800s. Nobody would think that inside, there might be a surprise...


One might think that with all this booze (and I didn't even OPEN the drawers!), we drink like fish. Nope. Since we moved here in June 2007, I think we've actually made 10 drinks, maybe. (It's just always nice to have ) (The Cuervo's on the second shelf in the back on the right, Jack! )

When I was growing up, my stepdad used to tell my sister and me (and yes, me is correct -- it is an object pronoun), "You're not even a real person until you turn 25." I hated hearing it, and I just KNEW that he was mistaken -- until I turned 30 or so. In retrospect, you're NOT a real person until you're AT LEAST 25. I think back to my early 20s and wonder how I made it to 39.

[ChuckD]

I have found that if you have it in the cabinet or fridge, you want it less than if you didn't have any at all.

[Jackpine]

Beautiful cabinet Corey!

I too remember some rather bad times with the old devil drink. One time we were drinking "Artillery Punch" in the frat house at Ga Tech. I suddenly discovered I could hardly walk and it was time to take my date home. Thankfully, I was still smart enough to realize I shouldn't drive, so I simply passed out on one of the couches with my head in her lap. :sleeping: I'm sure I made a wonderful impression! :dunce: Finally got her home just before sunup.

How the heck do we live through these experiences, anyway?

- Jack

[johnnyd]

I have two incidents that to this day still get harassed about (old friends from HS)

We were playing quarters and chandeliers and I was feeling no pain. Later that night (or morning) I decided I was going to walk down to the 7 Eleven and get some munchies. I bought a dozen doughnuts and a half a gallon of milk. Got back to the apt. and chowed down. About an hour later guess what? Turns out I ate a dozen doughnuts and a half a gallon of half & half :omg:!!! Let me tell ya', that combo with 1000 gallons of beer = nasty

My oldest friend and I had been to a party one Friday night in high school drinking Firewater. I had a 66 notchback and we decided after the party to go get some Little Kings and go cruise around. He ended up driving because I couldn't. Almost home and here I go again . Unfortunately, when I went to stick my head out the window the window was rolled up. I smashed my head on it and all over myself, the floor shifter, and the stereo ( I had the stereo mounted to the floor because I didn't want to cut the dash to fit it). The next day the car wreaked and the stereo didn't work.

Ahh, the gold ole days