Zonugal(He/Him) The Holiday ArmadilloI'm Santa's representative for all the southern states. And Mexico!Registered Userregular
edited July 2010
I remember I did a drinking game to Hook with some friends. Jack Daniels in hand we decided to simply take a drink every time the name Peter or Hook was said within the film.
I've only blacked out once, cause once is really all I needed. It happened about 5 years back, and to this day I still can't remember a damn thing that happened.
Everything i'm about to tell you is secondhand knowledge I learned the day after from my friends at the party.
We were in Savannah, doing one of those "haunted south" tours and I in my youthful wisdom figured this tour would be much better drunk. So I take about 8 shots of vodka before heading out, after the tour without much fan fare and we return to our little house, I chill out on the balcony when my friend Russell comes out and starts chatting me up about this and that. I then go back inside for a view more shots of vodka.
This is the last thing I remember from that night.
And here's what i'm told happened. I became, savagely, belligerently, and dangerously drunk. My friend russell is/was one of my dearest friends, I'd known him all throughout high school. He was also an army ranger with a very pretty girlfriend. For some reason, and don't ask me because I can't fucking remember, I thought he'd look better at the party...naked.
So, drunker than i've ever been, I proceeded to tackle an army ranger, and strip him. While i'm doing this, his girlfriend is sitting in the background giggling. Apparently, this enraged me. So, while i'm in the middle of ripping my friends shirt off, I proceeded to call his girlfriend every vile synonym for "prostitute" I could think of before ending my vile tirade with going up to her, grabbing her breasts, and saying that she felt like a wicker chair.
Because you see, when fedora taunts the bull, he really really taunts the bull.
I don't know what happened after that, but I have a feeling it has something to do with why my wrist felt sprained in the morning, and why no one would tell me how I got hurt.
After that, there was a half naked dance party and I vomited on three different rugs in my friends house.
At about 3 in the morning, half naked, on the cold hard floor covered in my own vomit my friends decided to "wake me up" to make sure I wasn't going to die. My friend russell even offered to give me an IV drip with some sort of solution he said all his buddies in the army used to avoid hangovers. I'm actually proud of what I did next.
Because even in my completely wasted state, I knew somebody whose girlfriend you just sexually harassed shouldn't be sticking needles in you. So I replied, "No, I need to learn."
And then I passed out.
I have not gotten that drunk since. Because good lord.
The Black HunterThe key is a minimum of compromise, and a simple,unimpeachable reason to existRegistered Userregular
edited July 2010
I had a partial black out at a party once
I only knew one guy there
they probably all thought I was crazy
I was just standing there, and then got really, really tired, so tired my vision shrank then my legs buckled, but I controlled it and ended up sitting on the floor for a while
I think it's awesome that he never drank again. I know (but no longer associate with) a couple of people that end up doing shit like that every time they drink and they show no signs of quitting. The fact they have somehow stayed out of jail or worse since high school should be one of the eight wonders of the world.
The other night I got off work and then went over to the bar.
The bar tender asked me if I was driving that night and I said no, so he poured me a double shot of Jim Bean to take with the random dude siting next to me.
I take the shot like a man, and then about a minute later get the distinct feeling that I am about to puke.
So I walk as quickly as I can to the bathroom with out looking crazy and proceed to projectile vomit all over the toilet, my legs, and shoes.
I cleaned my self up as well as possible and thanked my lucky stars I wasn't closing that night.
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Zonugal(He/Him) The Holiday ArmadilloI'm Santa's representative for all the southern states. And Mexico!Registered Userregular
edited July 2010
I learned my limit on February 19th, 2010.
I got black-out drunk, hit a woman than spat water in her face and ended the evening drinking my own vomit twice.
It was a rough patch...
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edited July 2010
The only time I got so drunk I couldn't remember anything was once I was drinking at a park with a girl, a girl I really really liked.
We lived like 50 meters from the park, opposite sides.
Anyhow, I am drinking the vodka, all the vodka. It is all in my belly. We are chatting, probably for about 3-4 hours, and the topic of kissing comes up, she asks if I was good, I said I didn't know, and then we had a short kiss.
Then I woke up in bed with my pants half off. Alone. I freak out a little. I get out of bed and sure enough there is a big pile of puke. I clean it up and start wondering how I got home, because I'd had a hinged splint on my leg at the time and doubted I had the capacity to walk.
I worry a lot, and then I remember the "kiss". Then I feel good, then I feel REALLY BAD when I realise it was maybe a dream. I begin worrying a lot.
I decide to call the girl and apologise for my drunkeness and see where it goes. I call, no pick up. oh dear. I wait 45 minutes, and call again, no answer. Oh man I have really fucked up.
I decide to send a text, she can reply in her own time, should she want to. So I send it, it is about 12 o'clock now.
at 3pm she texts back "haha you were funny, catch you later"
I once arranged the sale of my ibook and the purchase of a powerbook on craigslist while blacked out. Woke up to a nice little note written by myself explaining the scheme. I had also bought fishinmypants.com. I started avoiding tequila after that night.
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I once arranged the sale of my ibook and the purchase of a powerbook on craigslist while blacked out. Woke up to a nice little note written by myself explaining the scheme. I had also bought fishinmypants.com. I started avoiding tequila after that night.
I hope you did something worthy of that domain name
I once arranged the sale of my ibook and the purchase of a powerbook on craigslist while blacked out. Woke up to a nice little note written by myself explaining the scheme. I had also bought fishinmypants.com. I started avoiding tequila after that night.
I hope you did something worthy of that domain name
I linked it to my livejournal. Oh, 2003. How I've missed you.
No, not really.
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I don't drink a whole lot so the most drunk I've ever gotten was actually at home on Easter with my family, sadly not a good place to do hilarious drunk things.
Did start an AIM conversation which I was convinced was imaginary, though, and spent a lot of time trying to convince the person on the other end that they weren't real.
The ideal black out is where you lose a portion of the evening but you remember book-ends to the lost memory.
And why do I like them? Because the next morning I get to play detective and I love a classic mystery.
i like to refer to this as a brownout. i think of a blackout as carrying on with evening activities and not remembering fuck all the next day.
e: one of my friends picked up a bad habit of ebay'ing while blacked out. fortuantely for him it was never anything terribly expensive, usually just random shit like nintendo cables.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWSWokSYp-4
I made it to this point in the film until I blacked-out as we had to begin waterfalling our whiskey because of the song.
I than awoke half-way into our drinking game of Iron Man.
Tequila is where all the adventures happen.
That is a great story.
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
did you apologize later?
I only knew one guy there
they probably all thought I was crazy
I was just standing there, and then got really, really tired, so tired my vision shrank then my legs buckled, but I controlled it and ended up sitting on the floor for a while
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
To pretty much everyone, yeah. My friends, my family, god.
It was like an academy awards acceptance speech but with shame.
Nah, you just haven't had enough to drink yet.
You are the baby
Man what no. He is just saying he has never thrown up and is calling people who throw up babies.
Drinking too much is dumb and irresponsible though. I'm not actually advocating drinking more. Knowing your limit is good
edit: really I was just being mean to ryan more than anything
then fucking lush it up i guess
The bar tender asked me if I was driving that night and I said no, so he poured me a double shot of Jim Bean to take with the random dude siting next to me.
I take the shot like a man, and then about a minute later get the distinct feeling that I am about to puke.
So I walk as quickly as I can to the bathroom with out looking crazy and proceed to projectile vomit all over the toilet, my legs, and shoes.
I cleaned my self up as well as possible and thanked my lucky stars I wasn't closing that night.
I got black-out drunk, hit a woman than spat water in her face and ended the evening drinking my own vomit twice.
It was a rough patch...
We lived like 50 meters from the park, opposite sides.
Anyhow, I am drinking the vodka, all the vodka. It is all in my belly. We are chatting, probably for about 3-4 hours, and the topic of kissing comes up, she asks if I was good, I said I didn't know, and then we had a short kiss.
Then I woke up in bed with my pants half off. Alone. I freak out a little. I get out of bed and sure enough there is a big pile of puke. I clean it up and start wondering how I got home, because I'd had a hinged splint on my leg at the time and doubted I had the capacity to walk.
I worry a lot, and then I remember the "kiss". Then I feel good, then I feel REALLY BAD when I realise it was maybe a dream. I begin worrying a lot.
I decide to call the girl and apologise for my drunkeness and see where it goes. I call, no pick up. oh dear. I wait 45 minutes, and call again, no answer. Oh man I have really fucked up.
I decide to send a text, she can reply in her own time, should she want to. So I send it, it is about 12 o'clock now.
at 3pm she texts back "haha you were funny, catch you later"
I never learnt whether or not we kissed though
Ever since then I can hold my alcohol pretty well, even for an asian fellow
Still also never had a hangover.
How'd your ranger buddy and lady friend react to it all?
His girlfriend thought it was hilarious that I did not remember. My friend was, understandably, mildly annoyed.
What mood are you in? Is it a traditional breakfast or are you recovery from something? What day do you have planned?
These are all crucial.
So THAT'S what happened.
I thought that that wasn't enough whiskey to hit me like it did.
just don't want eggs at all
They will never fail you.
coffee and some variety of juice, maybe cereal if you're feeling WELL BALANCED
I hope you did something worthy of that domain name
I linked it to my livejournal. Oh, 2003. How I've missed you.
Well after 5 years I still can't drink vodka unless it's heavily disguised (flavored vodkas for instance)
Did start an AIM conversation which I was convinced was imaginary, though, and spent a lot of time trying to convince the person on the other end that they weren't real.
i like to refer to this as a brownout. i think of a blackout as carrying on with evening activities and not remembering fuck all the next day.
e: one of my friends picked up a bad habit of ebay'ing while blacked out. fortuantely for him it was never anything terribly expensive, usually just random shit like nintendo cables.