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I want to go on record I am not a lush, however I have been known to drink a man to the floor, under the table and out the door.
This said, *cough* I will list the Only 2 times I have ever blacked out. and the only time I have had what I'd call a hangover.
I hold my liquor well.
Blackout numero uno
14 At my House, was left alone with a bottle (2 liters) Jose Cuervo Black label. My ex found me totally passed out because I was (only) going to taste it, ended up drinking all of it. He had not even opened the bottle. All I remember is going to sleep fully dressed and waking up *cough* like I came into the world.
Blackout numero dos
21 At a Halloween party, drank like a horse >.> fell to the floor. I remember waking up on the couch also *like I came in this world*
Dunno why my clothes just seem to disappear when I'm blotto.
Hangover, If you'd call it that.
After the halloween party I had a slight headache. but not like I have seen in movies. I did get a worse one after a friends 21 st Birthday party where I drank a liter of vodka solo. I didn't black out but I had the headache from hell and some pounding. I cured it with water and vodka mixed. I was right as rain in under 2 hours.
Hope this was not a TMI post ^^
Opps forgot to ask What was your worst Blackout or hangover ^^ blonde moment
Hangovers?
I used to call those "Sunday".
Mostly just the opposite of the good feeling that got me there. Black black depression and physical agony.
I'm convinced that is the key to the seductiveness of alcohol.
A downward spiral. Drink to feel good. Then feel worse later. Start over.
I've probably worked 4 Saturdays in total all summer, but I've got 12 sick days left, so fuck it
I've been blackout drunk a few times, but right now I'm having trouble remembering them because I'm under the influence. Maybe later though :)
Quote from: BikerDude on August 25, 2011, 02:06:42 PM
Hangovers?
I used to call those "Sunday".
Mostly just the opposite of the good feeling that got me there. Black black depression and physical agony.
I'm convinced that is the key to the seductiveness of alcohol.
A downward spiral. Drink to feel good. Then feel worse later. Start over.
ROTFL BikerDude not at you but how you said it! Tre awesome Dude. I'd call you My Liquor Guru from this point on!
Quote from: A.B. Dude on August 27, 2011, 01:58:44 AM
I've probably worked 4 Saturdays in total all summer, but I've got 12 sick days left, so fuck it
I've been blackout drunk a few times, but right now I'm having trouble remembering them because I'm under the influence. Maybe later though :)
rofl A.B.Dude, under the influence hahahah stinker ^.^, and you didn't email me some to share in the stupor with you with? If you understand that you get a gold star ^.^!
Quote from: BikerDude on August 25, 2011, 02:06:42 PM
Hangovers?
I used to call those "Sunday".
I used to open an off licence in a little Sussex village every Saturday, I'm sure most of the regulars used to come in just to see how badly hungover I was from Friday night.
;D
And how badly I could treat the customers.
In my early twenties I made a conspicuously occasional habit of guzzling a 26er just because, but the most hangover-assuring technique I devised was snorting capfulls of Woods Old Navy Rum (mostly due to the excesses that occured after doing so, I'm sure). I cannot recall any specifics other than the mourning morning mantra, "...oh my brain hurts oh my brain hurts oh my brain..."
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Oh very young ... :-\
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Technically a lot of the highlights of my life contain the phrase "I can't remember most of the rest of the night".
Quote from: meekon5 on October 03, 2011, 09:14:28 PM
Technically a lot of the highlights of my life contain the phrase "I can't remember most of the rest of the night".
Is that to say that you ended up in the Malibu cops office using your Ralph's card for I.D.? ;D
Quote from: DigitalBuddha on October 04, 2011, 01:29:42 AM
Is that to say that you ended up in the Malibu cops office using your Ralph's card for I.D.? ;D
Nothing quite that bad but the old sudden gain of consciousness (like landing in bed from a great height). The fevered search for trousers, shoes, wallet.
I no longer take bank cards out when I'm drinking, too dangerous to the bank balance.
Hey dude I seem to remember the phrase ' the forensic evidence seems to suggest......................' ;D
I remember the phrase... "now come along sir a jokes a joke but just because you're telling me you don't understand the terms arrest and prison cell does not mean you that you won't in the morning"
I like a copper with with a bit about him....
Released with out charge in the morning after a full English and a cuppa...had to walk home though as the bastards had clearly emptied my wallet! :)
Yeah actually having money clearly showed an intent to be reckless again ;D
To be clear on the topic of how many time I've blacked out.
I could not possibly count them.
Sundays often were an exercise in forensics. Examining the contents of my pockets to try to discover where my car or bike might be. Talking to people who I remember at least starting the night in the company of. Piecing together bits of information to discover who and how I would need to apologize.
The strangest thing that consistently happened was people telling me that I "didn't seem that messed up".
And that I did something like running the 10 miles across the bridge and up the hill home.
And having no memory of it.
Case in point. I wake up actually feeling fantastic. Actually laughing finding that my apartment is freezing cold. I also notice that it is around 1pm and I was supposed to be at work at 7AM.
It is freezing because I have climbed the pine tree in front of my apartment building and broken the front window in order to get in my apartment. I jump out of bed and run to see how bad the damage is and discover that I have a 3 inch shard of broken glass in my foot. After extracting that I have the familiar fear that there is no way in hell that I'm gonna find my truck parked in front. It's not and so I begin the arduous task of reconstructing the last 12 or so hours.
Now whenever I yearn for a nice glass of bourbon I think about this sort of thing.
This in not at all Dude.
Quote from: Klaus Korters on October 24, 2011, 07:13:28 PM
Hey dude I seem to remember the phrase ' the forensic evidence seems to suggest......................' ;D
Ah the infamous "the forensic evidence seems to suggest that I cooked and ate that black pudding last night when I got in!" incident.
Actually the forensic evidence frequently suggested a few activities of that sort.
You're all reminding me why I drink at home! No "Dude, where's my car" shit for me!
Even drinking at home doesn't save me very often.
I bare witness to that dude! ;D
I have a narrow corridor that I have to negotiated to get to my bedroom....if I manage to avoid tripping over black cats and then avoiding the handrail that is fixed to one wall (former occupant was disabled, I maybe soon if I hit the fucking thing one more time!) I then stagger past the open space that should be a door to the kitchen (sometimes falling inside!) I then have a short hop into the bedroom and a collapse onto the bed....phew ...exhausting even thinking about it! :(
Sleep on the couch dude, a less exhausting and dangerous exercise ;D
Oh yeah got me remembering how once, very drunk, I decided it would be a good idea to have a bath and caused a flood of biblical proportions, not saying it was a religious experience but jesus, hell and god were mentioned along with fuck, shit and damn. ;D
Quote from: Caesar dude on October 25, 2011, 05:58:53 PM
I have a narrow corridor that I have to negotiated to get to my bedroom....
My flat mates at Uni could tell how pissed I was by how badly I bounced down the corridor and how long it took for me to make connection between my door lock and the key.
Quotenot saying it was a religious experience but jesus, hell and god were mentioned along with fuck, shit and damn.
Actually LOLing....really!!! ha ha ha .... ;D
And I can't sleep on the couch it's filled up with shit like books and paperwork and an old pizza box and a gat gun and some tortillas (in the wrapper) and a cat and a scarf and 6way adapter socket and a charger and an airfix kit and an old girlfriends underwear and other stuff.... No ....really!!! :(
Quote from: Caesar dude on October 25, 2011, 06:33:12 PM
And I can't sleep on the couch it's filled up with shit like books and paperwork and an old pizza box and a gat gun and some tortillas (in the wrapper) and a cat and a scarf and 6way adapter socket and a charger and an airfix kit and an old girlfriends underwear and other stuff.... No ....really!!! :(
See Klaus and you thought my lounge was bad!
;D
At least you can sit on the couch, just not on some of the other seats.
Well I've done it the other way around...if only I could post pics on here....actually probably best I can't! I have two armchairs...one has me in it and the other I keep as a spare....it has my bag on it at the moment....but is nearly sittable on....sometimes I just use the floor...it's easier! :)
Yeah Ceaser Dude is utilizing his couch for storage, though the question remains are those undies clean or not, while yours is just gradually swallowing the universe.
Of course they're not clean! They are once worn....removed and maybe utilised afterwards for "clean up" I ain't touching them pal! :)
yvel, there is well documented the link between people getting arsed and loosing their clothes. i have thankfully never experienced this phenomena but i have woke up to find myself wearing someone elses clothes before, which may have been a result of an exorcist type chunder event ... thankfully the events of that evening have never been fully recalled.
i have also woken to find myself in various strange places: the hallway linen cupboard, the greenhouse, and after one eventful night i only made it half way through my front door.
It is not a blackout, man... It is a loud, vertical nap.