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Drunk for the first time

Started by Olivia Bauer, May 04, 2018, 12:53:51 PM

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Allhallowsday

Quote from: A.J. Bauer on May 04, 2018, 02:36:19 PM
Turns out I wasn't failing my classes at all. Also, Mom didn't figure it out.
Today was a great day.
It doesn't sound like you drank too much.  Just enough.  You'll be fine and wiser.  Congratulations that you aren't failing at all!   :thumbup: :smile:
If you want to view paradise . . . simply look around and view it!

HappyGilmore

I like how ya go right to the whiskey.   :buggedout:

But, I hope you're feeling better, dude. 
"The path to Heaven runs through miles of clouded Hell."

Don't get too close, it's dark inside.
It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide.

indianasmith

Oddly enough, I am 54 and I have never been drunk.
Don't think I am missing that much, to be honest.
"I shall smite you in the nostrils with a rod of iron, and wax your spleen with Efferdent!!"

316zombie

DO NOT bend over or you will fall. hangovers create vertigo in people who don't actually have it. good that you aren't failing! if you decide to do something like this again, please ask the pro drunks like me and ronnie and cerberus first, okay?  :drink: :bouncegiggle: :cheers:

Trevor

Quote from: indianasmith on May 04, 2018, 11:25:59 PM
Oddly enough, I am 54 and I have never been drunk.
Don't think I am missing that much, to be honest.

Neither have I: I have a beer with Mom once a year when I see her and that's it.
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

Leah

I got drunk once, that was enough for me to never do it again. Now getting buzzed is another thing that I do sometimes.
yeah no.

Olivia Bauer


clockworkcanary

I rarely drink these days (age 44), but once in awhile I will have a cider or two, but never enough to get "drunk"

In my 20s, mostly during college years, I drank a ton...and compared to others, I hardly drank at all. I remember one year, the party would start on Thursday night, which was industrial club night. We'd order pitchers of beer and drink them down. Then basically go to keggers on Friday and Saturday night. Pretty crazy times.

Drunken memories:

* First time I got drunk was when I was staying over at a friend's house; he lived in a far away different town at the time. We snuck out, walked a few miles into the country, and partied with a small group of people who's parents worked the night shift. Drinking games with lots of variety. Crashed that house's neighbor's dunebuggy on the railroad tracks that night, broke through the friends' front door as a prank (while dude was passed out at his own party), then walked back to initial friend's house at 6am and totally got busted by his parents. We got grounded to the house the rest of the weekend, but he snuck out yet again while I stayed at his place with is sister, hehe.

* Too many college drunken stories to count, but one time in particular was rather memorable. It was when I was about 22 when I hung out with these crazy guys from Cincinnati. I don't know why, but anyone I met from there was a serious partier. Anyway, we were partying at some guy's apartment, pretty tanked when some other guy starts s**t. Ignored at first, he persisted, and he ended up swinging at someone and got his ass beat, so he ran off. Some of us others went for more beer (walked to store close by) and noticed a wedding reception, so naturally, we crashed it. Went in, slammed drinks, got kicked out, headed back. One of the cincy boys had stolen a bottle of wine so we passed it around the four of us and guzzled it. Said guy who got his ass kicked returned with backup/friends. When the "friends" realized we were there (they knew us), they turned on that a***ole, and he got his ass beat again. Then the cops showed up. He got nasty with them, and got hauled off to jail. Later found out that guy downed a bottle of wiskey himself, so it's no wonder he was all wanting to conquer the world lol.

* Another time, I was hardcore slamming shots (don't ever friggin drink with Russians or Russian-Americans, holy s**t). After about 10 or 12, I passed out at a party. After an hour or so, I woke back up, went outside and ralphed, came back in and started doing more shots and bong rips. People thought I was crazy, lol.

Congrats on not failing. After dropping out of college from partying too much, and then later returning, I learned one important lesson: make studies a priority, but reward yourself with partying once you've reached milestone achievements, from time to time.
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Trevor

A friend on mine on the IMDB message boards, Dr Strangeposter, once posted that when he was a medical student the following happened after he tried a few jugs of homemade beer:

Quote"It took its' time to have an effect on you: one minute we were as happy as a pig in sh*t, the next minute we were clawing at the walls, thinking we had to dig our way to the toilets."

:buggedout: :teddyr:
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

316zombie

homemade beer CAN be mildly hallucinogenic, depending on the plant base. been there with cactus beer.

Trevor

Quote from: 316zombie on May 11, 2018, 07:43:31 PM
homemade beer CAN be mildly hallucinogenic, depending on the plant base. been there with cactus beer.

Dr Strangeposter did mention that he believed there were certain "herbs" floating around in the beer.  :drink: :wink:
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

316zombie

tell him NOT to try mescal beer, lol!