kabatta on 2/7/2011 at 15:45
My greatest drunken jewel was when i was calmly drinking beer and watching a pinkish sky. Annoyed, I said to myself: "now why can't the sky be blue?" Then I laught like a idiot realizing what I've just said.
Harvester on 2/7/2011 at 22:33
I don't really get drunk anymore. Sometimes I drink to the point where I feel a little woozy but that's it.
Only once have I been so drunk I didn't know what I was doing and had to be told the next day. That was after graduation from high school. We went on a little camping trip that the students themselves organized (it wasn't an official school activity) and lots of beer was bought (remember, you're allowed to buy and drink beer from age 16 in Holland). On one day I started drinking in the afternoon and kept at it and got very, very drunk. At night we were in the woods (we made too much noise to stay on the camping site), I was drunkenly arguing racial issues with a racist fellow student, after that I don't remember much. I was told I cursed up a storm (at a Christian high school), took my wang out and pissed right in front of two female students, puked my guts out and pleaded for my friends to help me. That kind of stuff.
Anyway, after the summer holidays were over I went to another school, I didn't really know what I wanted to do as a college education and I was still very young, so I went to this unofficial one-year-long Christian education where they teach you about science, philosophy, faith and you can figure out what you want to do after that. Anyway, some friends from high school also went there, and one of them told everyone there how incredibly drunk I got. So I started off with a reputation of being a huge drunkard, in a school full of Christians who consider getting drunk a sin. Thanks, dude! :laff:
Tocky on 3/7/2011 at 07:24
I will still tie one on if it's a special occasion. Like Tuesday when theres booze in the house. But not like the old days. And I've told all those stories right? I'm the same drunk or sober except moreso. Perhaps a synopsis.
My first drunk was a sixpack of hot beers drunk end to end on a lake campout at a buds. There was a masonic lakehouse that someone of us knew where the key was and we played pool until I puked while making a shot. On the table. We decided not to stay inside which was lucky because I was awakened by one of the guys kicking my sleeping bag and I woke to blue strobes and everyone hauling ass through the woods. I ran until I met a strand of barbed wire at eye level which yanked me off my feet. If you know where to look you can see the scar just below my right eye. Nobody was caught and arrested.
I've been bad. I was thrown out of a bar for diving through a pyramid of half full pitchers of beer knocking table and all over and thumping into the bar. Never dare me when I'm drinking. I've walked onto a crowded dance floor with a can of veggie soup hidden beneath my jacket bending and pretending to throw up so my buds could run up with spoons to scoop it up to eat making real puke happen. I've been so drunk I could not stay up on knees and elbows. I've woken in the girls dorm with the girl I promised myself I would not lead on by sleeping with again and had to sneak out again at 6 AM. And yes I've been thrown out for fighting but only once and though I was winning against a cold blooded murderer bastard the bouncer picked me off the floor one handed by my collar like a puppy which was most humbling. I've walked all the way into a group of girls before realizing it was a bathroom they were in. I asked if this was a bad time to ask for a dance and left to laughter. Lots more. Too much more.
I've somehow gotten away with it all. I've done the drunk test perfectly while ripped or talked my way out of tickets. Once a cop found a roach in my ash tray and I tried to talk him into letting me keep it because I didn't know it was there and hadn't been high in a couple of weeks. He didn't but did let me go. I was at shotgun to see a bud in the middle back cross over to moon a group of college girls when a cop pulled up to the light and we floored it causing the mooner to loose balance and plant his bare ass firmly in the face of the far side passenger guy.
We were drinking draft when my smartass cousin filled my empty mug with tequila. I killed it falling over backwards in my chair without spilling a drop but so ripped I went out into the cold night to sober up and fell asleep against a tin outbuilding. I woke and hunted him down to go home but first we had to pick my brother and his friend up at the drive in. We were late. Nobody was there so I cut doughnuts in the frost covered grass and busted through the arborvitus hedge only to slide up sideways next to a cop with my shivering brother and bud in the back getting warm. My Dad pulled up on the other side mad as hell for me not picking him up in time. The cop left me to my chewing. I told Dad not to trust me on my first day back on leave.
Okay that's enough. I'm awful. I'm not drunk tonight because a niece is staying over and I am somewhat responsible these days. I can't let go like I used to and maybe that's a good thing.
Scots Taffer on 3/7/2011 at 09:16
Tocky where the fuck are you because I'm coming over for a drink.
gunsmoke on 3/7/2011 at 14:44
Quote Posted by Vasquez
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.
Quote Posted by scumble
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...
That's the whole point of it...to be able to drink and fuck for days. It's for goddamn pussies who can't do that on their own. Well, that and fuck ups who sit around and dark rooms shooting it up thinking the cops are peeking through the slit in the curtains.
Ugh, Jim Beam night with daughter's mom last night. She's still asleep upstairs, while I sit in the sun monitoring our moving sale in the goddamn sun to end all suns. I don't get hangovers, so I volunteered. The kiddo was at a sleep over last night, so we tore shit UP. There are 2 female halloween costumes on the floor in the bedroom...make of that what you will.
dexterward on 3/7/2011 at 17:30
Quote Posted by gunsmoke
That's the whole point of it...to be able to drink and fuck for days. It's for goddamn pussies who can't do that on their own. Well, that and fuck ups who sit around and dark rooms shooting it up thinking the cops are peeking through the slit in the curtains.
If you`re a "fuck up" and choose this way to have fun with coke then so be it. Similar to people who drop acid/`shrooms and go to cinema or a house party and then wonder wtf happened.
Drugs don`t unfortunately come with instruction manual, instead people rely on stereotypes and myths. Of course afterwards no one will admit they had shittiest of times and so it fuels itself.
Good quality coke is extremely nice, without mad side effects like it`s cooked sibling, H or meth. This makes it even more dangerous and treacherous so not recommended definitely (although it`s very improbable you`ll actually buy any decent stuff these days since it`s all near-fake)
And so, thank god for the ol`booze...no one ever freaks out on it, non - addictive ...safe like houses (or cigarettes).
Kuuso on 3/7/2011 at 17:52
Hope that last part about booze was a joke.
Also, partying on shrooms/acid is extremely fun. Even more so, if there' psytrance playing.
dexterward on 3/7/2011 at 19:31
It was. As for trance parties, ok - but on minimal amounts, otherwise it`s completely pointless - you most likely will end up in the corner analyzing the wall texture (and that`s the positive scenario ;)
Bluegrime on 4/7/2011 at 06:34
I'm kind of a teetotaler now. I didn't used to be and got spectacularly drunk at least three times a week, got into fights with friends and strangers, often woke up without remembering much of the day (or more, as things progressed) and generally made a horses ass out of myself before passing out at the inconvenience of whoever I happened to be around. As someone who had a taste for Wild Turkey that had been gently warmed by sitting in a hot car (summers get over 100 all the time here) and the means to support the habit I cruised along like this for what must have been a few years. I quit when it finally became too much for the few friends I had left and I've been staying away from hard liquor ever since. Beer I can tolerate because its quite impossible for me to ever ingest enough of it at a time to be seriously intoxicated and its much harder to tell myself "drink this 12 oz of liquid" then "throw back a shot".
I normally have quite a bit of self control with narcotics though. I've never been addicted to opiates or uppers or downers (in spite of doing lots of all three) and can spot the early stages of dependence in time to stop myself from getting hooked on them. With alcohol however I simply cannot say that I've had enough, even if its the second consecutive day that ends with me grabbing the floor and wishing I could puke out my brain to stop the spinning.
Vasquez on 5/7/2011 at 05:09
Ah, the wild days of youth.. Waking up in a strange bed after a bar-hopping night, sneaking out trying not to wake up the bed's owner, overdriving the poor hangover-ridden brain to figure out where the hell am I?? Buying a cold Coke (ahh, bliss!) and trying to keep it down while waiting for a bus, not always succeeding :eww:
It was fun back then, but I'm glad I've learned to drink a bit more moderately. Although sometimes, rarely, a good old Bukowskian slosh is in order :cheeky:
