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Saturday, May 02, 2009

Share Time

Tell me your best drinking story... and somewhere in there I want to see "I was so drunk that I..."

I have one I'm gonna share too, but I want to hear some of yours first!


Fred said...

Oh, this one is easy. Going away party from London, 2001. On the way home, I had a seat with a table and three others on the train. I threw up all over the table. Then I tossed my cookies all over the train doors. Somehow, I fell asleep and passed my station. No trains coming home the other way at 1 a.m. The Missus had to load up the girls, then set about to try and find me somewhere in London. She did - I was sleeping in the car park. She made me crawl up the stairs so I wouldn't fall down. The next morning we had our family portrait, and I have a black eye from falling down somewhere. Ah....the memories.

Barbara(aka Layla) said...

Oh geez! I have too many that I will never tell. Here's one most people that know me have a hard time picturing: I was at a bar in Newport Beach flirting with the bartender all night, he liked me too and kept giving me free drinks. By the end of the night I was so buzzed that he got me to stand on the bar and dance with him and put on a show for all the other patrons. I thought I was Tina Tuner up there :) The next day I turned to my best friend and said "I had the weirdest dream about Tony the bartender..." she said IT WAS NOT A DREAM!

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Christina said...

Afetr the Neil Diamond concert, we went to this bar and I had a few too many. We ended up forgetting where we parked and wandered all over downtown Tampa looking for the car. I was wearing heels and could barely walk in them. I ended up falling and twisting my ankle. I barely remember picking up my son from the babysitters. Fortunatley Hubby was sober enough to get us home.

Renee said...

Hahahaha everyone!

We had our good friends over for New Year's Eve. I made a whole Mexican fiesta for dinner, complete with homemade margaritas. By midnight I could barely hold my glass. Went to bed shortly after midnight, only to get up an hour later to puke fajitas and margaritas. A lot of it came out of my nose. Tequila and spices BURN like HELL coming out of your nose. I couldn't consume fajitas or margaritas for like 6 years after that. And that is the ONLY time I've gotten puke-drunk. NEVER AGAIN. And it was the worst hangover I've ever had.

At least I was at home for the embarrassing drunkenness (announcing to everyone that when I went pee I couldn't feel if I was wiping; had to actually look to see if the toilet paper was wet, which I'm sure they were all just dying to know) and puking festivities, though :-)

Can't wait to hear about yours, Lora!

Vegas Princess said...

The night before my 21st birthday my "friends" took me out at the stroke of midnight and laid out three double shots of yager and 151 on the bar. I downed them all, 1, 2, 3 and the details are lost ot me after that. However, there is photographic proof of VP on the bar, VP behind the bar, VP kissing the bartender. My "friends" rolled me out a few hours later and I proceeded to try an get into the apartment below mine at 3 AM, wondering why my key did not work and waking the little old lady in curlers who lived there.

I have a lot more but this is the first one that popped into my head.

I have a contest on my blog if you wish to check it out! :)

Alissa said...

At a friend's party in podunk Wisconsin. Her family had a lot of land and they had an area surrounded by trees where a bunch of us were drinking and having a bonfire. There was no actual toilet, so we had to use the great outdoors. I was so drunk that I squatted down to pee while holding on to some tall grass (why I thought that would help I'll never know). I ended up missing the ground entirely, soaked my pants and then fell back on my butt into the mud my urine and dirt had created. I didn't remember it much, but my roommate had filled me in. Luckily she was sober to drive me home! Definitely not my proudest moment!

Angi said...

I couldn't think of my worst night until now. Back in 97 I was drinking at the Orleans with the guy I had been dating at that time. He lived on Trop while I lived all the way over at Lake Mead & Nellis. I was drinking to keep up with the boys and had tried several drinks I'd never even heard of--the concrete mixer, the stretcher, and ones I don't even remember. All of this was on top of LOTS of tequila. Well I went into the restroom cause I wasn't feeling well. Needless to say I threw up, lots. Since I wasn't feeling well I sat there till the feeling subsided. I ended up passing out in the bathroom stall. My BF got worried and had people searching in the bathroom for me. I woke up to someone yelling my name. I had been passed out in there for nearly an hour. My BF left me, but had a friend stay behind to make sure I got home ok. He drove a motorcycle and I was supposed to catch a ride with him to my mom's. I said hell no, I was in no shape for a ride on a bike - so I drove my truck down the road to my BF's apartment, where we ended up eating pizza, drinking more and passing out. I woke up the next day with a hangover from hell, and every since then I will not drink any mixed shot drinks that I've never heard of.