Drunkest You've Ever Been?

[Martini4TheLady]

Debbie Does Tiffany in Dallas.

No. Debbie Shops At Tiffany's In Dallas.

[Palinka]

...when you start to give yourself a label based on the music you listen to, or the clothes you wear, or the type of vehicle you drive, you limit yourself....

Yay! Exactly, my friend. Exactly!
Cheers.

[deadpuppiesandwhores]

ost of today's post's claim to have been around 2:00/3:00. strange i don't remembe3r them. i just came to in a parking lot of a strange parking apartment complex. i remember shootin' some pool at the blarney stone with some old timers, i don't remember going there or getting home, but i did come to to find a half bottle of yukon. too bad i have to work in a few hours. they hate it when i show up drunk.

[Martini4TheLady]

ost of today's post's claim to have been around 2:00/3:00. strange i don't remembe3r them. i just came to in a parking lot of a strange parking apartment complex. i remember shootin' some pool at the blarney stone with some old timers, i don't remember going there or getting home, but i did come to to find a half bottle of yukon. too bad i have to work in a few hours. they hate it when i show up drunk.

So do my clients. "Now here is a beautiful sofa, comfortable too. So comfortable, I think I'll just pass out on it!"
I work in interior design. Just in case that didn't make sense.

[Justin O]

Starting of the evening at Lower Dewey, I beer bonged (not just for frat types) a 24oz can of Camo Special Reserve (8.6% alc.). A half case of Natural Ice's later, we walked twenty five yards to Pete's house. We brought the b.b. and spent most of the night in the kitchen or on the porch injecting Old Styles into our stomachs. After we wore out our welcome and Pete's beer supply, we stumbled back to L.D. and it's glorious treasure. I still had a can of the aformentioned Camo calling me. She cried out "Drink me as fast as you fucking can!". I grabbed the beer bong and slammed all twenty four ounces. Fuzz, colors, Andy's bed, Hot Snakes, Robert's talking to us, now it's light outside and I'm naked and in the shower. Why do my clothes smell like piss? Andy must've pissed himself. I tried to pass out on the couch downstairs, but Andy came down screaming at me to get the fuck out of his house. I told him it's all right, sometimes people get real drunk and loose control and he shouldn't be embaressed about it. He wouldn't shut up so I crashed on the porch.

He told me later that he awoke to me on my knees pissing and laughing like a madman. He whipped me with a chain until I stopped. He went to take a shower and came back to find me passed out in my puddle. I woke up in the shower sometime after that.

[seabird]

All I know is this: I woke up on the floor of my room, bare-ass, and wearing a single leather glove. It was pretty wacky, I assume.

I had a similar experience in my early drinking days. I woke up in bed naked except wearing my strapless bra. What makes this really weird is that I rarely wear my strapless bra and would have had to really look to find it. At this point, I wouldn't say it's the drunkest I've ever been, but that was weird.

[Anonymous]

Not the drunkest I've ever been, but on a similar tangent: one night (morning?) I woke up on the bathroom floor in my parents' house, sleeping on the rug. I hadn't puked, and didn't feel sick at all. I assume I must have gotten up to pee, then decided that the rug looked comfy. I was awakened by my dad getting up to go to work, which startled him to say the least. Guess he didn't expect me to be napping there :-/

EDIT: Holy thread resurrection, Batman! Sorry about that folks.

[slushfund]

A few decades ago they outlawed happy hour in Massachusetts. The last night, the local dive ("The Hot L Warren") had an open bar. I drank a lot; at least a bottle of champagne and I'm sure a lot of other shit. I inadvertently pissed off the bartender, and while I was playfully punching Roy, my drinking companion, the bartender decided to throw us both out. I made the mistake of getting up before he went back inside, and he tossed me again, this time into some patio furniture on which I cracked a finger or two. The next day, I went to work (teaching math at a community college). I was still drunk, which is probably why I didn't notice the size and color of my fingers. The class convinced me to hit the ER at lunch.

[Thunderstruck]

I cant wait until dark on here......if you guys are anything like me this outta be a blast of a forum:)

[Thunderstruck]

Ive got many stories of DB Syndrome occuring at 605 S Fell, affectionatley known as "The Pit".
I had a window that lead to a flat roof outside my window, just enough room to fit 2 sofas, a barrel, and a TV. One day, and through the night we decided to see just how far we could push the limit by throwing during the day until the real party @ 6pm. It was rude beer night for the sig frat, which, by the way was strategically positioned about 100ft from the roof I am speaking of.
After a long day of watching the Cubbies loose and filling ourselves with booze, we decided to roll out to the bash behind us....after all, it was rude beer night.
So we walked over, I did a record breaking 2 story beer bong, the record still stands as well, the usual suspects began showing at the house. We made it a point to throw our bash at the same time as Sigs did.
Now that that long background is laid, and I do that because when you hear the number 605 you will know the place already:)
After many times of walking between both houses, jumping off of my roof a few times to make it faster, etc. I seem to have gotten used to the fact that I didnt need to go through the house to go back to rude beer night so the last time I headed over to Rude beer night I must have forgotten that I had to jump off of my roof because the last time I just walked off of it, falling into the backyard after a story and a half of free fall without a F@#KING parachute!!!
Busting my body up something terrible. My roomies came to get me you ask??? NO NO NO, Jeff laid in the backyard for it seemed like hours before waking back up and limping into the house!!!!
Like I said a long background on the house because I have alot more of this.....lack of judgement moves by me as well as quite a few others at the beloved 605.

[fizzmaster]

A few decades ago they outlawed happy hour in Massachusetts. The last night, the local dive ("The Hot L Warren") had an open bar. I drank a lot; at least a bottle of champagne and I'm sure a lot of other shit. I inadvertently pissed off the bartender, and while I was playfully punching Roy, my drinking companion, the bartender decided to throw us both out. I made the mistake of getting up before he went back inside, and he tossed me again, this time into some patio furniture on which I cracked a finger or two. The next day, I went to work (teaching math at a community college). I was still drunk, which is probably why I didn't notice the size and color of my fingers. The class convinced me to hit the ER at lunch.

Great story, dude! I went to Umass Amherst, and didn't get to experience the grandeur of the Hot L until winter of '05, when I went there with some western Mass buddies. We spent a snowy afternoon getting drunk there, I created a shot which I titled "Hammer Pants". It involved 99 Bananas, Green Creme De Menth and Allan's Ginger Brandy. MMmmm, I can taste that Hammer Pants now.

[arf_she_said]

The only strip club in town, around Christmas time, a failed attempt at a bachelor party for my friend (he didnt show) did black tooth- grins for about 4 hours straight (8-12) then headed to the titty bar, have very little recollection, but i was out about 300$ the next day and hung-over for the next 3.

[Uncle_Meat]

The only strip club in town, around Christmas time, a failed attempt at a bachelor party for my friend (he didnt show) did black tooth- grins for about 4 hours straight (8-12) then headed to the titty bar, have very little recollection, but i was out about 300$ the next day and hung-over for the next 3.

What's the deal with black tooth-grins? I'm an old fart, so excuse my drunken ass.

Hmmmm... sounds like black out time to me. Welcome to the Twilight Zone. My only recollection of an evening after visiting an old friend of mine was wondering where all these strange people came from and where the hell was I, because suddenly I didn't recognize anything except I was way drunk at some party. Somehow I woke up in my own bed safe and sound.

[arf_she_said]

I was only turned on to them recently through a friend, but that 50/50 combination of whiskey and coke gets on top of you mighty quick.

[Two Martini Breakfast]

The only strip club in town, around Christmas time, a failed attempt at a bachelor party for my friend (he didnt show) did black tooth- grins for about 4 hours straight (8-12) then headed to the titty bar, have very little recollection, but i was out about 300$ the next day and hung-over for the next 3.

What's the deal with black tooth-grins? I'm an old fart, so excuse my drunken ass.

Hmmmm... sounds like black out time to me. Welcome to the Twilight Zone. My only recollection of an evening after visiting an old friend of mine was wondering where all these strange people came from and where the hell was I, because suddenly I didn't recognize anything except I was way drunk at some party. Somehow I woke up in my own bed safe and sound.

I definitely have memories about coming out of blackouts at parties where half of the people are engaged in important conversation with me and the other half are looking at me warily as if they're planning the quickest route to call the police and not seeing a single person I had ever seen in my life there.