The Drunkest You Have Ever Been...

There has been a lot of talk about drinking lately.
Well, last night I went out with some "friends" for a drink. I had two Mich Ultras and then someone bought shots of something called yagermister (sp). It tasted AWFUL. Like nyqil, only nastier. Well, the first one did, any way. After two more, I started to like it. Then I blacked out. I know I got in a cab, somehow made it home, threw up on the front steps of my building, and made it to bed.

I think that is the drunkest I have ever been. But I feel great today! No hangover at all! Oh, and this is hysterical, I just watched my maintance man clean up my vomit!

Anyone else have stories like this?

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Oh, I forgot, my maintaince man was just cursing and telling as he cleaned up. I'm not sure what he was saying cuz I don't understand Puerto Rican.

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OMG Jagermeister is the DEVIL. No, that's a lie, Yukon Jack is the devil. *shudder* That's some nasty ass crap there... unless you're drinking shots of You So Sexy (Yukon Jack, SoCo and Triple Sec).

Anyway... drunkest I've ever been? This has only happened once, only one person saw me like this, and it'll never happen again. I stayed with a friend of mine in Queens the night before a trip (I was going to DC to see another friend in a show)... he made dinner and drinks..... I swear to god there was a half a bottle of rum in that damn blender -- and then we were putting rum floaters on top of the drinks (he'd made Miami Vice -- half pina coloda, half strawberry daquari).

Holy lord was I hung over by the time I arrived in DC the next day (at 2pm!) lmao

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It involved passing out behind a bar. And ending up in a shower being soaped up by a stranger. With all my friends watching from the doorway.

omg, sueleen! this is the greatest idea for a thread ever! ever !!

ok, let me see, there are so many great nights i don't remember that it's hard to pick just one as the dunkest ever, but i think that this one has to be it.

i went to this bar in jersey and was doing my usual, y'know, scotch on the rocks and shots of tequila. well, we started at like 6:30 and i have to tell you that the last thing i remember was throwing punches at like midnight. so it was really weird when i woke up the next morning in bed with my ex-girlfriend in long island. i totally had no recollection of driving to long island that night, but then i don't even remember leaving the bar!!

then i had to sneak out of there before her husband got home from work, and i was so hung over that i didn't even notice that most of the right side of my car was totalled. i mean why, right? it drove fine, duh! it wasn't even until like a couple weeks later that i found out that the ambulance i sideswiped that night and forced off the road was carrying some old couple that had been shot in like some robbery or something. i guess they died, but they were old and they probably would have anyway, i mean, duh, they were shot! what sucked was i had to get rid of my car because they were like looking for it and stuff, that totally bummed me out 'cuz i loved that car, but i guess it's ok because it was wrecked anyway.

fortunately, i was able to get a new car the very next week that i liked even better! so there was really no long term implications. well, i mean my ex is still trying to convince her hubby that blonde hair runs in her family...lol!

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The first time that I almost had to be carried out of a place was the first time I saw Cabaret. They didn't card naive 19 year olds. I didn't even get sick on my 21st. So boring.

Basically, I held my alcohol pretty well for so many years, usually just getting tipsy and slightly hungover...then came a former co-worker's 21st get-together a few months ago. Yeah, so we started with long island iced teas, proceeded to random shots, and then had so many drinks I can't remember what the hell they were...cheering, screaming, and dancing for the karaokers or whatever (and i'm not like that), and just literally swaying back and forth for an hour. I couldn't stay still. Next thing I knew I was lying in my friend's lap, not recognizing my best friend who was trying to shake me out of it. I ran to the bathroom and threw up all over the stall floor. Thank god I moved b/c if I stayed in my friend's lap one second longer, he would have thrown up on my head. Yeah, needless to say I couldn't barely move the next day. I was just in a really vulnerable and emotional state and plan never to get that bad again.

Cabarethead, no one ever PLANS to get that bad. It just happens, before you know it.

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Well, Papa, we all know you are the exception to EVERYTHING on this board. And yet you are still oddly attractive to me.

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Hahaha cabarethed they didnt card you at Cabaret? That was the one and only place I've ever been carded. I think I was 18 at the time.

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Oh, like I can actually remember when I was most drunk!

One time while I was visiting a club in Houston, I slipped a mickey in Mister Matt's drink so I could make out with Jarico.

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I don't get drunk.
I'm the sober girl that ends up holding people's hair back when they're vomiting, and then leaving the party early to drive them home.

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I was in Indonesia at a bar, and then next thing I know, I woke up in my bathtub surrounded by ice -- and I was missing a kidney!

I think Jarico took it. Or Corine.

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