What's the worst/best/funniest recollections of things you've done/places you've woke up during/after a heavy night out?

Thankfully, it's been enough years of no longer drinking that I've forgotten the things I did when I was a stupid idiot....including drinking.

Same here -- I was only drunk once in my life, and that told me everything I needed to know.

Never again....

The worst was always the hangover - I was never one to party all the time so those mornings, I seriously just wanted to die.

The funniest (to me and well, I was drunk) was in High School - we were all at a friends and I lost my chips. For whatever reason those chips were the most important thing in the world to me that night. I walked around for hours mumbling to anyone and everyone 'where's my chips? I lost my chips".

Thank goodness I've grown up and know when to say when

I played drums in a CW band in the '70s. One drum was there just to hold the Jack Daniels and Coors. I woke up in bed one morning with no recollection of playing the 4th set, packing my gear or driving home from Laramie Wyoming to Denver. Put down the Jack that day. That was 1978.

When I was a lot younger, my doctor asked me if I had a drink problem.
I replied,

'I go out, I have a drink.
I have a few more drinks
I get drunk.
I fall over.
I stand up.
I carry on drinking.

NO problem!'

CHEERS!

Woke up laying on the side of the road, at an overpass. I was trying to hitchike a ride back to another bar where my car was. I sat down to 'rest' an passed out. 5 hrs later the cops woke me up.
6th Ave and Kipling, Lakewood.(suburb of Denver)

Another great trick was to pass out in the middle of 'activities' with my partner.(no more than half a dozen times that I remember)

Black-outs occurred at about 9pm, bed time was sometime after midnight, this was on a nightly basis for about a yr.

Oh, one night I coudn't find my keys after I had driven home. So I punched out a window and climbed into my apt. Cut my arm up. Woke up with a lot of blood all over, and pissed myself too.
Why I didn't puke on myself I'll never know.

No alcohol for me since 1981.

Can't drink whiskey makes me want to fight. I don't drink at all anymore but I had a few nights when I was younger that I would just as soon forget.

Burp.

Don't know... it all went down the toilet that night.


Actually, I'm just being silly, it's my warped sense of humor... I just can't control it.

Besides, I really don't drink that often or that much. And can't say that I ever drank enough to not remember what I did the night before. I know I drank enough sometimes to not be proud of what I did the night before.

Because I don't drink much or often, back in my much younger days, when and if I did drink... I usually became verrrrrrrry seductive. The alcohol washed away all (well, most of) my inhibitions and numbed my Christian beliefs.

My system can't handle the alcohol and if I drink now, even just one beer or glass of wine or champagne will have me tipsy and giddy.

People like to try to get me to drink more cuz they say I'm so cute and even funnier when I drink. But I do my best to refrain or at least limit the amount I drink.

The effects it has on my system for days afterward are enough deterrant for me now.

Now I'm usually the DD if they can talk me into actually going with them.

I could tell you some great stories of some of those times I drank when I was in my 20's though.

New Years Eve 1999...Providence,Rhode Island...The Foxy Lady...me and my buddy spent over 5 grand,maxed out our credit cards cuz we thought Y2K would wipe out all the evenings transactions...it didnt...still one of the best nites of my life...be seeing you

The last time (2004) I drank too much was when a new group of "friends" played a cruel "joke" on me.

I'd met a guy and we'd been dating for a little while, still getting to know each other. We'd begun to fall for one another and his young daughter and I were forming a precious bond... he was a widower.

He invited me to go out with a group of friends one night and I accepted. I didn't want to get drunk and be an embarrassment, or do anything I'd regret, so I paced myself. I drank Cap'n & Coke, but would order straight Coke every other drink or so. Unbeknownst to me, one of the wives was switching my Coke for her husband's Cap'n & Coke so he wouldn't get sloppy drunk.

I was enjoying the live entertainment and didn't realize what was happening. I got up to use the restroom and it all hit me suddenly. I had to be carried out to the car (from the restroom). By the time we got back to his place, I was violently ill and it was coming out of both ends as I tried to get to the bathroom as fast as I could. He was cleaning up behind me and I was so ill. It took me the entire next day to recover and I missed the BBQ that afternoon.

After not hearing from him for a few days, I called and eventually found out he didn't want to see me anymore. He claimed he was still not over his wife's death. But I think it was that night that did it.

Another time, I went out with a couple of fellow Navy wives... we were supposed to be going shopping for Birthday Cake and party supplies for another Navy wife... but my companions decided to stop at a bar. I reluctantly joined them since I didn't want to wait in the car. I had things planned for that day... housework, making dinner, etc.

Anyway, when I got up to call my husband from a pay phone, (cuz they wouldn't let me call him and took my cell phone), they switched my drink at the bar. It took me a few sips before I realized it didn't taste right. I was so pissed off at them. They were just trying to loosen me up. I loved them both as we were a great circle of friends (3 couples), but those two women were drunks, so I kept a respectable distance when they were partying. That day, their ploy worked to get me in the car with them... and then I was basically their captive.

I get this kind of crap a lot because I choose to limit my alcohol intake and keep my wits about me. But people say I'm so cute and hilarious when I drink, so they try to get me drunk. They've tried various tactics... so I no longer trust women who drink around me. Can ya blame me?

MD 20- 20, 13 years old :

" Stop the car, I've gotta..."! Got to know that ditch more than was even right.

Southern Comfort, 13 years old :

Jumped ot of the moving car. I'm tough, I was fine. Guess that I roll well?

Shows what happens when you hang out w/ older, racy brothers.

The data is in and I'm the only one in the family, besides my mother, that CANNOT drink!
My mother never even tried. Clever.

My dad and brothers definitely taught me old adage:

An Irish man is never drunk as long as he can hold onto 2 blades of grass.

They would know...

Yes, but what's he doing crawling around in the grass??? Hum?

I was never curious enough to ask the fools.

Think they must actually be struggling to lick up the last drops of that drink they spilled. Some people really hate last call!

Oh man....I could write a book on this subject! Never really did anything too stupid though except for my teen years....now it just rolls on as a happy and peaceful blur....Makes me think...tonight after work...Brandy and a good cigar.

Having a bonfire party an standing in the back of my pickup rapping (shouting) across the yard at my neighbors, talking to the guy about how I was taggin his girl.

Or another bonfire party where we were throwing in spray paint cans. On the last can, the nozzle melted off and fire shot from the top of the canand fizzled out. We were dissappointed and walked about 50 feet away to play with a stick. Next thing we hear !!!BOOM!!! I looked just in time to see the flaming paint can hurdling right at my head. I ducked. My buddy was smart. He saw me duck and didn't even look to see why; he just ducked too.

The can did pass right by where my face was before I ducked. IF it weren't for my ninja reflexes there might be another reason behind the right side of my face being blacked out in my profile pic.

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