Worst drunk everFollow

Wow....

Maybe being 20 isn't so bad after all

Why does it seem that the 100-decibel music stops just when you're making some trenchant point about a particularly objectionable denizen of the biker bar you're drinking in? Does that happen to anyone else?

My worst drunken experience starts in San Francisco with some old freinds from my previosu job I left a few weeks prior.

Every time I went out with Tammy (friend), we would always go drinking and dancing, basically having fun. SHe would always have a few extra freinds come along, and we were just freinds, nothing more nothing less. Whenever we went out I spent the night at Tammy's house on the couch with a change of clothes for the morning.

The whole time I went partying with Tammy I was split up from my ex of five years, but there has always been this sense that somehow, someway we would get back together, so we, let me change that to I tried to stay faithful. I guess I never really let go of her until recently.

Anyhow on this one Saturday night, Tammy called me and we went to the city to party. Pickle and Totem may know of this bar, called Abbey's Tavern.. As soon as we walked into the bar two British girls pulled me onto the dance floor and we grinded each other for the next 30 minutes. Tammy of course had her pick of dudes, so far so good I'm thinking.

I downed about 11 bottles Smirnoff Ice, got a little too wild, and ended up puking when we left in an alley saying: "I must really hate her, I must really hate her."

Tammy really felt for me, and drove me to her place, where I stumbled onto her couch with the biggest headache ever.

and others...

Go out drinking with my mate... $200 later and we head back to his Mum's place to crash. I'm sleeping on the spare bed on their porch and fall off the bed and spew on the carpet.
My mate's older brother wakes him up and tells him I just spewed and that he can go clean it up.
I get tossed back onto the bed and my mate gets his Mum's vaccuum cleaner and vaccuums up the spew, then goes back to bed.
His Mum wasn't to happy the next morning...

Had a party at my mates house (his parents were away for the weekend)... after much beer, bourbon and pot I end up in my underwear in the downstairs toilet, driving the porcelain bus. The concrete is nice and cool, so I go to sleep (pass out) on the toilet floor.
I wake up lying on the floor in the back seat of my mate's parent's car. Now all the doors were locked and the parents had the keys, so to this day, we still don't know how the hell I got into the car. <boggle>
I'm hungry so i head to the fridge and grab a large knob of processed meat and eat the whole thing. At breakfast we're all sitting around and my mate goes to the fridge and after a short while asks:
Mate: "Where's the dog food?"
Us: "What dog food?"
Mate: "The roll of dog meat in the fridge. It's in a silver wrapper..."
<The penny drops>
Me: "Oh... I ate it last night."

Much paying out on me followed and I still cop a ribbing about it 12 years later.

I can tell you that is complete and utter ********* as my story will soon impart.

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Two years ago on New Years Eve, some friends and I are having a party. It's in a two story house with a pool in the back, and a patio right above it. Remember that fact.

Now, the night starts out with some Everclear spiked punch. I didn't drink alot, so I'm not doing too badly. A little bit of slurred speach, some stumbling when going up or down stairs. Overall, I'm mentally OK. I walk up to the patio, and sit down on one of the chairs. Someone brought scotch, and it being one of my favorite drinks, I drink a whole helluva lot, very quickly. Now I'm pretty fu[/b]cked up, but now we're out of scotch, so I just reach for the nearest alcohol containing drink. It happens to be some Coors. Well, I'm not too thirsty at that point, so I'm drinking it rather slowly while talking about drunken philosophy with another guy.

The night continues on, and I regain the ability to taste. Not being a fan of Coors, it hits me like a ton of bricks, and I spit it out, all over the other guy, while trying to say "This tastes like ****!".

Now, I'm in a bad mood, and so is the other guy. I'm really skinny, and this guy was no lightweight... Yet we're both yelling at each other, and I throw a punch. It misses him, and I fall over. I start swearing at him, and he picks me up, throws me over the railing, and into the pool.


Being drunk, I have no idea what just happened, much less swim. I'm sitting here flailing around, inhaling water, and trying to scream. Thankfully, one of the girls sitting outside isn't completely wasted, and drags me over to the steps.

I sat there for a while, and then proceded to puke my guts out in the pool. I passed out for a while, and then woke up when my friend was dragging me out of the pool, during daylight. I have no idea when I passed out, but it must have been close to 3 or 4 am.

By the time I was awake with the worst headache I have ever had, it was 2 in the afternoon.

If I didn't live in Texas, I probably would have caught pnemonia or however the fu[b]ck it's spelled. The pool was heated, but it was still something like 60 degrees outside.

Oh my, I have to hop on the way back machine for this one...

On the senior trip to Toronto, way back when I was 17. The last night of the trip, some of the guys hosted a "trash can" party. Since I had never done the booze thing before, it was quite the night.

I have no real memories of the drunk, but people tell me I was doing somersaults on the bed...

I woke up in the morning hanging over the sink in a puddle of vomit. I vaguely remember shuffling out to the bus, and squinting at the light. There is nothing quite like riding on a bus with a massive hangover headache. Thankfully I fell asleep after a couple of hours, and missed the boring bus ride.

I always wonder how many brain cells I killed that night ~_^