Azaran on 2/7/2011 at 06:58
Did you guys know that dog spelled backwards spells "God"?...:o
Vasquez on 2/7/2011 at 07:04
AHahahaa demagogue, that brings to mind the Biggus Dickus scene from Life of Brian :joke:
Getting accidentally too drunk on an official occasion is horrible - and when you realise you are over the top boozed-up, it gets worse. Nothing says "shitfaced" like a shitfaced person trying to act all normal and sober :D
I'm mostly giddy and silly when I drink, but hard liquor in large quantities can make me feel aggravated. But that's OK, because I stick to beer, wines and the occasional shot of Tequila to pick up my dancing feet if they get tired.
Only moderately drunk last night, so not much of a hangover :cool:
scumble on 2/7/2011 at 07:12
If I was drunk at this time in the morning I might have to think about going to certain meetings.
In the past I
have learned that combining vodka and cannabis isn't a good idea - it's the only time I can remember blacking out for a few hours...
Quote Posted by Vasquez
not much of a hangover
Incidentally, two or three glasses of wine can give me a hangover these days.
Vasquez on 2/7/2011 at 07:33
In the past (way way past) I've learned that combining beer and cocaine ain't good. Not in "Ooo I'm flying/passing out/axe-murdering my friends" -way, but after I gained a nice buzz from 5-6 beers, and then I sniffed a bit of cocaine (my first and last time ever btw), suddenly I was ALL SOBER. The coke somehow just evaporated the beer from my head :weird:
And that was the only effect the coke had, too. Boring.
scumble on 2/7/2011 at 07:47
Seems a bit bizarre - allegedly it's supposed to be quite a high (according to a friend who reported taking some in a club in New York), but apparently you have a reverse reaction to coke...
frozenman on 2/7/2011 at 11:35
No you just need to do more
But that's kind of the idea- drink a lot, do a few lines, drink a lot, hey let's do some more lines. Basically lets you party for a verrrry long time if you let it. Also it depends on the quality.
I think it makes for a nice treat every now and then. Like hookers. And roller coasters.
Briareos H on 2/7/2011 at 11:48
Yeah that's really to be expected when taking c. That's the only way I managed to drink between three and four bottles of vodka with one friend in a few hours and not somehow end up puking or even having a hangover the next day.
I have many drunk stories to tell but somehow the saddest, most pathetic ones all come out first. Like the first time I actually threw up from drinking. I had just moved from my hometown with family and friends to a shithole part of another town (Marseille) for my studies. I had absolutely no money then, so I couldn't get anything better than the famed worst dorms in the whole city. For many months I endured the 8m² room with 5cm between the floor and the bottom of the door, no working toilets and only one shower, no fridge, broken mattress, rai and bad rap music at full volume until 4AM and frequent fights in the corridors. One evening I decided I had enough, so I got myself a bottle of Aberlour, locked the door and gulped the whisky down almost bottom up.
After some euphoric playing of Half-Life 2 (which had just come out then), dancing earnestly to proper music and other things that aren't so clear in my mind, I threw up all night and woke up 10 hours later next to my own vomit. That was not all however: dried cat poo blobs were everywhere in my bed and on the floor. The stink was 10 times worse than what I had thrown up, creating the most dramatic stage for the first hangover of your life.
Thing is, I never had a cat and I'm pretty sure the window was closed all night. Figures (yes I'm sure that was cat poo, thankyouverymuch). Oh and I felt awful for 3 days and was unable to drink whisky for years after that.
Another story is my last night in Japan after a year spent studying there. We threw a nice party in the basement of the student dorms where I lived. Those dorms were really cool. Anyway, as it coincided with the 20th anniversary of the management team, they paid for everything: tons of drinks, snacks and stupid glow-in-the-dark stuff. There were four of us handling the bar, plus I was in charge of the music and everything went on perfectly. There were often between 60 - 70 people at a given time which was something rarely seen in parties at those dorms and we had a great time. The night goes on, some people leave, others want to dance. I put up some shit things that everyone likes. Then comes that german girl that's new here, we dance a bit, flirt a bit, handle the bar. Start drinking more than reasonable, end up emptying a tequila bottle. I remember kissing her behind the bar, then next thing I remember is waking up on the toilet floor half an hour later, party still banging. I freshen up a bit, go back there (having forgotten all about that girl btw) and gladly realise that my playlist hasn't ended yet. Drunk like a fish, I start ruining everyone's party by throwing some (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTmt5EEwKeE) mad and totally (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8xBhxhHF70) fresh tunes, dancing like crazy while a group of american girl students froth at the mouth because I cut fucking Kool & The Gang. Madness!
People obviously leave, so that only half a dozen of us are left, I remember feeling pretty happy that that girl ("omg her!!!") was still there and then... absolute blackout. That's the only time it has happened in my life and today I still can taste that weird and scared feeling when you wake up around noon, not knowing how you got to your bed, not knowing where your external hard drive is, having lost your wallet with passport and money while you have to take a plane in four hours.
Because I didn't wake up to the alarm clock, I didn't have time to pack all my stuff and gave everything to my korean neighbour. I found my wallet and hard disk in the basement, next to the toilet (again, WHAT did I DO there that night o_o). Never found the german girl again to ask what kind of terrible things I did. Anyway I consider I atoned for it by suffering the worst ten hours of plane with a terrible hangover.
frozenman on 2/7/2011 at 13:20
I forgot (that's not unexpected) that I have a drunk story I'd like to share.
Both times involve me losing my glasses while hammered, and I can't express how vulnerable you feel waking up and unable to make the world clear again.
One time involved playing Monopoly with my roommates. I generally hate this game and put off their pleas to play for about 3 months. One night I succumb and start the game. 3 hours later, I'm rocking the game by owning all the railroads, and THE GAME WILL NOT END. I start enforcing drinking rules like take a shot of whiskey when you pass go, or, I'll give out loans to keep people in the game by making them drink more. I woke up the next morning with scars all over my legs and no glasses in sight. I have dim memories of being in the street, and a bike was moved, so I suspect I tried to ride a bike, fell over after 2 feet, and puked my brains out. For 3 days I was using a crummy pair of my roommates glasses that barely offered any correction in order to drive where I needed to go. After I get a new pair the original shows up my back porch- clearly the neighbors found them SOMEWHERE.
The other time I lost them falling into a swimming pool. No pushing, no rough-housing, I was standing by the pool, couldn't stand up straight and fell head first in. Woke up the next morning completely naked somehow, and had to fish them out of the center of the pool with my foot.
Koki on 2/7/2011 at 13:32
I was never drunk in my life. I wasn't even tipsy. I consider this an achievement.
st.patrick on 2/7/2011 at 14:01
I'll be drunk like hell tonight and it'll be an achievement all right.
