WASTED

shredzilla · Post by **shredzilla** » 12 Nov 2005 10:22

Yes I'm hungover. Yes, again. Yeah it sucks. Anyone else have a 'good time' last night? Where the hell did I leave my car??!:oops:

Oh btw, anybody have some 'crazy drunk' stories to share? Matt Cross projectile vomiting at Funtastik doesn't count cuz I already called that one!

Anz · Post by **Anz** » 12 Nov 2005 11:36

crazy "drunk stories"
man... SO MANY, I'm drunk at the moment actually... An hour ago I had hangover so it gets better.

I would have SO many crazy stories.
How about--
1½ years ago I wondered around in Estonia, Tallin totaly drunken at night. I got separated from the other players at a Club. Then I tried to find the place we were supposed to crash, but I got lost. I took a taxi at some point and got lost even more

Then after wandering at the city the whole night I found the other footbaggers COMPLETELY with pure luck. Before that some bum stole my meal at Mc'Donnalds...

Pengu · Post by **Pengu** » 12 Nov 2005 12:55

hmmm... I too have way too many to count...

How about... last weekend, I took Tom Mosher to a friend's party that involved free booze and a hot tub. Let me just say, most of the evening was a blur. We shredded in the living room of that party's house before hitting the hot tub. Then the host kept bringing us drinks while we soaked. It was one sweet party. The walk home was a total blur to me, but at further inspection of my room in the morning, it seems we had stopped at the 7/11 on our way home.

The only really clear moment in my evening was when Tom puked in my bed and I had to clean up before passing out myself. The boy definitely had to wash my sheets the next morning for me... hungover and all.

Mightymic · Post by **Mightymic** » 12 Nov 2005 13:27

hmmm well i too as everyone else does have to many to count, but i recall one time slugging whiskey at my boss's house, i must of had 15 shots of whiskey and a few beers and after a while i went blind, so i started to walk home but i tripped over the front step and lost my shoe, it prabobly was right in front of me but i couldnt see it, so i walked home or what i thought to be home which was the completly wrong direction, i ended up on 309 which is a a major road, after walking a mile in the wrong direction i decide to cut through backayrds, i got into a fight with a pricker bush apparantly cause i woke up with some prickers in me, i finally got home and was locked out so i took my pants off on the front porch and walked around back and got in, and proceeded to pass out

shredzilla · Post by **shredzilla** » 12 Nov 2005 13:46

Damn dude, that's a serious war story!

Slowsis · Post by **Slowsis** » 12 Nov 2005 14:52

Pengu wrote:The only really clear moment in my evening was when Tom puked in my bed and I had to clean up before passing out myself. The boy definitely had to wash my sheets the next morning for me... hungover and all.

Tom=N00b!!!!!!

This thursday.....pub night at university .......pitcher...pitcher....shots....pitcher....more shots....dance floor.....something.....something else....joint?......dancing again...more joint?........where am I.......zzzzzzz....wake up.....so hungover......whose bed is this?!?

Nice to meet you Erika.......

Damn.....not calling THAT girl back!!!

(Btw, there are lots of dots between all of the things in my night, because thats how i remember them...barely)

Blackend · Post by **Blackend** » 12 Nov 2005 17:25

I had a good night out. It was a cross between celebrating Veteran's Day for myself and a friend was back in town, so we went bar hopping at 7:30 yesterday and got whasted. We went to the Rhino, Boardroom, Buck's Club (best dollar menu in town - burger and a beer = $1), Missoula Club ($5 carbomb, bitches) Faarooq's or whatever that places name was, back to the Mo Club en route to the Top Hat...I know I'm probably forgetting some, but last night was very inebreating.

I held down my liquor! Yay.

pips · Post by **pips** » 12 Nov 2005 18:12

I'm not as big a drinker as you guys, but I have some stories. I'll try to be brief.

The first time I ever drank was with my sister and her friend and their gay friend. He was already plastered when my sister and I arrived, and he made me pina colodas (I was obsessed with them (virgin) back then) with more alcohol than mix. I had two big, fat glasses of that while talking to a friend online. I cracked her up! She saved our conversation and showed it to me later. You could just read my progression (oxymoronish?) into getting drunk. By the end of the conversation, I couldn't tell what I was typing. After I was done talking online, I decided to play Super Mario Brothers on Nintendo. I couldn't jump over the first stupid hole on the first level and quit after so many tries. I put in Bugs Bunny's Birthday Blowout and started laughing at the big carrot. Then me and my sister's gay friend were crawling around the house trying to find his cigarettes...

Another time, my mom, stepdad, sister, her bf, and I played quarters with Cognac, Margaritas, and Goldslaugger (sp). My mom was the first one out, and my stepdad and her disappeared into their room. Then my sister and her bf disappeared into her room. I was drunk and alone, so I got online and talked to my buddy. I went from talking to him, to watching "Boy Meets Meetssssssss," to eating the extra lime slices, back to talking to my friend, to the TV, to the "limus," etc., etc.

Another time I drank a whole bottle of Skyy vodka by myself, because my other sister's bf got mad at something and went to bed instead of drinking with me. I put on "Toy Story" at some point in the night. I was cracking up at it and trying to quote all of my favorite quotes...only they were all mixed up like, "Toy! Are! You! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" My sister comes out to see what I am doing, and I am over on the couch cracking up, stuffing my face in my pillow. She went back to bed, and I eventually fell asleep. I purposely fell asleep with my head hanging off the couch incase I threw up, and my sister comes out again and SLAPS me in the head saying, "What are you doing?" I am like, "Uhhh...sleeping!" Well, she kept me up all night, and I ended up losing all my icecream I had earlier in the day. Then I passed out on the bathroom floor for a while. I woke up still drunk that time. It was cool to watch the ceiling spin that morning. Hehe.

One time I had some Screwdrivers. Once again, the guy who made them (my sister's bf this time) was trashed and there was way more vodka than OJ. I found out that playing Crazy Taxi was fun to play while drunk. Then I was crawling somewhere, and I slipped and smacked my head off of the wooden floor and just started laughing saying, "Oh I bet that had to hurt! HAHAHAHA!" My sister and her bf's brother and his friend just looked at each other like, "Is she okay?" Then I decided to play Solitaire. Haha. I thought I was playing great, but my sister says I was just throwing any card ontop of any card. That's all I remember. I never thought I left the livingroom, but my sister says that I walked outside and saw the dog and freaked out. She says I just froze and went, "There's a dog out there!" But anyways, I woke up in the morning with wet pants in the crotchal area. I asked my sister if I peed my pants, and she laughed. It turns out that she cut me off and gave me water. I looked up at the ceiling with my glass of water and the more I looked up, the more my glass tilted...

Ok. Last one. Eventually I had four cans of Red Bull mixed with 12 shots of vodka. I cut myself off and gave myself water. I DO NOT remember what I did with the water, but I remember playing with the ice on the floor like a little 4 year old. I was sitting there, legs spread out, and my sister would ask what I was doing, and I giggled and gathered up all the ice and threw it on my face and giggled some more. I guess that kept me amused for a while. I eventually thought I was gonna get sick and crawled to the bathroom. I never got sick, but I fell asleep on the floor with my hand covering my head incase someone opened it and smacked me in the head. I woke up about an hour or so later feeling great.

Ok. I thought of another one. One time me and a friend were throwing rocks at each other while drunk. They sounded like they hurt, but I didn't feel much.

From all of those experiences, I found out that one sister takes care of me when I get plastered, and one doesn't. I only trust my one sister when I drink now and won't get smashed unless she's around.

slapdash21 · Post by **slapdash21** » 12 Nov 2005 18:18

heheheh

good stories, chrissy.

i dont drink anymore...apparently at 18 i have outgrown that period of my life

but i used to drink heavily, occasionally, if you see what i mean.

pretty much my only story was when the patriots won the super bowl (the 2nd time...like 2-3 years ago) so me and my friends skipped school (like everyone else) and went downtown to watch the parade. we found some guys who ran to the store for us and got us a nice big thing uh vodka. i drank more than anyone, and basically ran around doing stupid shit. i got home and passed out for like 5 hours, only waking up when my parents got home from vacation in Puerto Rico...i told them i was sick, so they didnt bother me. the next morning i woke up and saw that my jacket was torn and my wallet was gone, from the day before. real good times...

shredzilla · Post by **shredzilla** » 13 Nov 2005 00:20

Haha good stories. Man you couldn't make it over that first jump in Super Mario Bros?? You had to be seeing double!

So anyway, here's last night's story. Bare with me, cuz I'm still trying to remember as I'm writing so who knows if I'll remember it all. Went out to meet my only footbag buddy in the city. He was out with his brother's friends drinking, and he'd already had like 4 beers. One of his friends looks and acts just like Jay from Jay n Silent Bob. Anyway, then another friend calls and invites us to see Medeski Martin and Wood. I had a 36oz mug of beer.

Go to a bar before the show and pound a beer. Get to the 930 Club and start drinking. Band was cool, but we weren't dancin, just sittin around drinking. My friend sometimes gets beligerent, he probably insulted like 10 people. Then we like went out into the crowd and were like saying "THis band sucks!!" even though they're like my friend's favorite band. Haaha we left there cuz this huge bouncer dude with like plates in his ears came up and told my friend to stop harrassing people.

Went to a bar where another friend of mine manages. Wonderland. Drank a couple there. Left to go home, and then stopped off at this like spanish bar across the street from my apt. that another friend of mine owns. Got even more trashed, so much so that my bar owner friend didn't want to serve me anymore. I then proceded to pull out all the rest of the money in my wallet and gave it to him for 2 more beers. Haha it was like 40 bucks I think. Then I just basically talked with all the Spanish dudes there cuz I speak fluent spanish...

Woke up, and like had some bruises on my arm, leg, and butt. Like as if I banged my hip on something. There's obviously some parts missing. I'm wondering how I got so banged up. Fun times!!

Edit: Parts meaning Parts of my story missing, not body parts lol.

pips · Post by **pips** » 13 Nov 2005 13:03

Haha, you probably got beat up over your fluent Spanish.

paulista · Post by **paulista** » 13 Nov 2005 14:33

5 of us guys went for a summetrip to the sea in a

, stopped at a duty free shop (man I miss those, the cheapest quality booze ever), and bought a few bottles of Finlandia vodka. It took us 3 hours to do the rest 100 km, and then we woke up the next morning on an illegal dumpsite somewhere in Croatia, man that was a stinky hangover

Jdigges · Post by **Jdigges** » 14 Nov 2005 09:50

Martin Madeski and wood is a good band. i saw them last summer. i was actually wasted at the time.

the first time i ever got wasted...i drank 13 beers that i can remember. i was only 16 at the time, so that was a shitload of alcohol for me. i don't remember alot of the night. and people told me about things i did, that i don't remember at all. i remember walking around in my friends yard, talking to myself, and puking every few steps. i puked off of her deck too. i actually had to wake up at 7:30am the next morning and go to work. i didn't even get to sleep till 4:30 or 5am. work sucked. i was washing dishes at the time, so all that food, and steam and hot water mixed together was no good. I ran out back and puked once, then puked again walking to my car after i got out of work.

I've got more stories, but i've gotta go to class now. ill post later.

btw, your stories were the best chrissy haha.