It's friday where I am! So tell me your best drinking stories.

[Living_Dead_Girl]

I have my own stories... yes indeed, I am Australian after all. I am pretty sure my Australian citizenship would not really matter if I did not have drinking stories.

And I have many, both staring me and someone else that is drunk.

I want to hear other peoples stories first though. Go Nuts! Where other people will laugh at you I high five you, because where other people feel shame I feel pride for awesome stories about getting drunk.

Also it is friday where I am, and I have to get up at 4am tomorrow for an 8 hour day off work. :-( So I am relying on the internet, to provide TGIF fun. I am waiting!

[indianasmith]

Can't help.  I don't drink.

[Living_Dead_Girl]

Can't help.  I don't drink.

I have quit drinking 3 times.

[Jack]

When I was in college some friends of mine had a lot of parties at their apartment.  It wasn't a regular apartment, it was the second floor of a building, above a pawn shop.  At one party we were having a weightlifting contest - you'd lift the barbell over your head and, since we were drunk, drop it on the floor from there.  Come Monday morning, the guy who owned the pawn shop downstairs wasn't too happy as the plaster that used to be on his ceiling was now on his floor  

They had another party where some guys drove in from out of town, but they couldn't find a parking spot.  So they parked in a no parking zone, and then a group of them tore the no parking sign out of the sidewalk.  It sat, with chunk of concrete still attached, in the bathroom for the rest of the night.

There was another party in a rock quarry.  On the way there, some guys ran into a deer, and put the carcass in the back of their truck.  Later on, the cops showed up at the party, and as they were talking to everyone, they got quite a ways away from their car.  So the guys took the dead deer and put it in the back seat of the cop car, sitting there as if it were a person  

[Menard]

Can't help.  I don't drink.

True...Indy acts like that without having to imbibe. 

[Flick James]

I don't drink heavily anymore, but a Navy buddy prevented me from dying or suffering brain damage once back when I was in the service.

I was living with my buddy Chris and his wife during my last year in the Navy. We threw a surprise birthday party for him, saw people I hadn't seen in a while, got carried away and got way too drunk. Somebody there had invented a drink called the Flaming Yueng, using Yuengling Lager (a Pennsylvania beer popular back East) and some sort of shot that's lit on fire and dropped into the beer. Silly drink, but I drank a lot of them that night.

At some point at the end of the night after everybody had left, I remember Chris asking me to help him move a table back to it's original place, and banging the table into the wall because I was so hammered. I vaguegly remember him saying I should go to bed and escorting me to my room, sitting me on my bed, and handing me a trash bag, the kind with the drawstring on it.

The next morning I awoke on the floor in a puddle of my own sick. Chris told me the rest of the story. After giving me the trash bag, he left me and closed the door. About ten minutes later, he felt the need to check on me, and good thing that he did, because when he opened the door he found me still sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning forward, and with the bag over my head and the drawstring pulled tight. I guess with the realization that I was going to get sick, my drunken mind figured if I did that I couldn't miss the bag.

[Frank81]

I don't drink  like I used  too, but, I'm not  Amish or a  Muslim, so I do go out occasionally  and get face down drunk, but, it never  helps, since  I'm still on this  stinking planet in the morning. You like that story, Living Dead Girl, have one on me.

[joejoe]

the best drinking stories are the ones I don't remember in the morning. Unless some dang fool had a camera.

[RCMerchant]

You don't wanna know.
I don't even wanna know.
Fact is-I DONT know-and thats the scary part.
I started drinking when I was 12-all the farmers around me drank homemade wine and whiskey-all of old Russian,Polish and Norwegien stock-(me-Norway,ay)-all they do is work and drink. And it aint a party-it's a way of life.A HARD life-and ultimely-a hard death.
Im an alchoholic. Its not a party for me. It's just who I am.
And I dont celebrate it. I hate it.
But I can't stop.  

[claws]

I don't drink but I make exceptions sometimes. The other week my colleague at work had birthday, and he brought a few small bottles of Jägermeister. This was during night shift with only six people working, including me.
I had a few shots and it didn't take much for me to get a good buzz, which lasted about 1 1/2 hours.

Not a very exciting story but this was my first time drinking at work. Best job I ever had so far  

[akiratubo]

My best drinking story is when I drank enough to get a light buzz, then cut myself off.

[retrorussell]

I almost never drink (haven't touched any in years) but my family won't let go of a couple stories:
About 5 years or so ago at a Brew Festival in Portland I ran out of tokens (which buy a full glass [4 tokens] or a 'taste' [1 token]) and was pretty buzzed at this point.  My brother asked me to help him finish his tokens.  As I was well past the point of making good judgement on my own, I complied.  It was hot out, I was tired, and the only thing I had eaten was a gyro.  I was horribly f***ed up.. luckily we rode public transportation most of the way back (he drove the rest, and he hadn't had NEARLY as much as me).  On the public transportation I ralfed ALL over myself and some on the train.  Fortunately there was no official to bust me for defiling the transport.  If you could only see the horrified looks I got.. which prompted my brother to take a video clip with his camera.  Yuck.

Right around that Christmas or so we had a beer-tasting party at my folks' house.  We picked up all sorts of beers at John's Market and brought them back.  My sisters, their husbands (or husbands-to-be) and relatives all convened there and I got absolutely obliterated again.  Also I had a plethora of greasy chicken wings.  Not good with tons of booze in your system.  I spent at least an hour in the bathroom, crapping in the can and ralfing on the floor.  My parents weren't really proud of me but they didn't panic too much because I almost never get drunk.  I met my older sister's husband-to-be for the first time in a rather bad state that night.  He turned out to be a real douchebag (something my sisters both seem to attract) so I don't care that much.

[Living_Dead_Girl]

When I was in college some friends of mine had a lot of parties at their apartment.  It wasn't a regular apartment, it was the second floor of a building, above a pawn shop.  At one party we were having a weightlifting contest - you'd lift the barbell over your head and, since we were drunk, drop it on the floor from there.  Come Monday morning, the guy who owned the pawn shop downstairs wasn't too happy as the plaster that used to be on his ceiling was now on his floor  

They had another party where some guys drove in from out of town, but they couldn't find a parking spot.  So they parked in a no parking zone, and then a group of them tore the no parking sign out of the sidewalk.  It sat, with chunk of concrete still attached, in the bathroom for the rest of the night.

There was another party in a rock quarry.  On the way there, some guys ran into a deer, and put the carcass in the back of their truck.  Later on, the cops showed up at the party, and as they were talking to everyone, they got quite a ways away from their car.  So the guys took the dead deer and put it in the back seat of the cop car, sitting there as if it were a person  

Those stories bring back memories my 18 - 23 year old days.



For example the story about the deer reminds me about how once when me and one of my best friends were drunk at my home late at night together, and we felt we needed to be more drunk, so We walked up to the bottle shop near my home, (It was a warehouse full off alcohol!) Saw it was closed so we picked up a shop sign for the alcohol store. Caried it part off the way home, then just left the sign on the church door steps that was on the way home. Lenning against the door to welcome for sunday Preachings.

[Leah]

So I've been drinking this drink, it's called, you wouldn't believe it, water!

[bob]

At a friends Halloween part in 2008 I was very thirsty so I had 6 glasses of punch. After I consumed the 6th glass the hostess informed me that there was an over the top about of alcohol in there that was over 150 proof. Highlights from the evening include my losing control of my cell phone on multiple occasions and seeing it hit the floor and needing help to get it back, literally breaking my friends white mirror stumbling out of the house, having 2 friends take me to my car after that and one of them driving me home as I intended to drink but not to that level of out of control. I stumbled up the driveway and knew I was much worse then I thought I was when it took me a dozen login attempts to get into Facebook. I puked my guts out that night and the following day.

As I said, I didn't intend on getting that messed up and if I knew that the punch was spiked and to what extent I never would have taken it. Strangely enough I had been there for a good hour or so before consuming the punch and neither the host or her husband said it was spiked, which is probably they were not angry at me in the least for breaking the mirrior.