I think i drunk texted a few people the other night while drunk
Yeah but you can see what you wrote them, can't you? I've no real idea what I told her... And...I am really bothered by the fact that I ended up two miles in the wrong direction and cannot remember how or why I was there.
Ugh. My head is splitting and my stomach is queasy.
That’s what happens when you play Mass Effect for nine hours straight without remembering to eat food or drink fluids. I think I went to the bathroom once, at least.
I think i drunk texted a few people the other night while drunk
Yeah but you can see what you wrote them, can't you? I've no real idea what I told her... And...I am really bothered by the fact that I ended up two miles in the wrong direction and cannot remember how or why I was there.
I have only blacked out one or twice in my life and yes it's a most unpleasant experience
because they have a linguistics forum, which sounds awesome.
Don’t get your hopes up, Podly. Pretentious though that forum may sound, the chance that anyone there would be able to look down their noses on par with you is still damn near nil.
I've blacked out three times in my life (from drinking).
And I found out later that I did something excessively stupid on those first two occasions.
So...on this last one last night? Well...I'm worried I did something...stupid...
Did you wake up wearing a poop-covered condom?
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edited December 2007
My worst drinking experience happened this year, when I got to drink for free at a bar. Within the first ten minutes, I'd had an irish car bomb, an oatmeal cookie shot, a pint of harp stout, and a shot of tequila. Then this woman came around with free shots of vodka. When I was really drunk, I turned to my friend and said "don't let me order a martini." I ordered a martini, and then went dancing.
I couldn't swallow without throwing up the next day.
I didn't even get sick/vomit. I just have this sense of emptiness - both physical and emotional. I don't know. I just hope I didn't burn any bridges. The last photo I took was at 12:33 and the phone call was at 2:10. I vaguely remember taking the photo and then vaguely remember making the phone call. So that's about an hour and forty minutes of blank space. Tabula rasa, but not really because there may be lasting repercussions.
My worst drinking experience happened this year, when I got to drink for free at a bar. Within the first ten minutes, I'd had an irish car bomb, an oatmeal cookie shot, a pint of harp stout, and a shot of tequila. Then this woman came around with free shots of vodka. When I was really drunk, I turned to my friend and said "don't let me order a martini." I ordered a martini, and then went dancing.
I couldn't swallow without throwing up the next day.
Sounds like when Drez took my to an open bar.
about two hours later I was curled up in the entranceway to a bank calling Drez every ten minutes unable to construct a coherent enough sentence to tell him I was only like a block way. I think I edned up sleeping on 6th ave for about 25 minutes too.
My worst drinking experience happened this year, when I got to drink for free at a bar. Within the first ten minutes, I'd had an irish car bomb, an oatmeal cookie shot, a pint of harp stout, and a shot of tequila. Then this woman came around with free shots of vodka. When I was really drunk, I turned to my friend and said "don't let me order a martini." I ordered a martini, and then went dancing.
I couldn't swallow without throwing up the next day.
Sounds like when Drez took my to an open bar.
about two hours later I was curled up in the entranceway to a bank calling Drez every ten minutes unable to construct a coherent enough sentence to tell him I was only like a block way. I think I edned up sleeping on 6th ave for about 25 minutes too.
Yes.
I think the solution may be "never go to an open bar again." You see, the party I was at last night was a three-hour open bar for 30 bucks. That is exceptionally dangerous.
'You're not allowed to come here anymore, and you need to be gone by the end of January. We can help you out, if you agree to three terms-- one, you will be under the supervision of your sister and a reeducation counselor. Two, you will not do anything you-know-what, and we goddamn mean it this time. Three, you will have to take care of yourself and do everything on your own dollar.'
I can testify to the fact that getting Than drunk is a near impossibility
Did I ever tell you I found out what those mystery shots we had that night were?
It turned out I was right, that it wasn't Jager we were tasting; it was Peach Schnapps.
And how the hell did you find this out :P
I went to a wedding, like, five months later, and after the wedding, a bunch of the groom's friends went out drinking (including me). Well, one of my friends' (and also the groom's friend) dad owns a bar. He was giving us free drinks, and brought us these drinks at random that happened to be the same damn thing they'd been giving out at that bar. It had some girly name (something nipple, or cowgirl, or something).
Uh, for those of you who weren't there, this was near the end of a night of heavy drinking, and I still remembered the taste of this stuff well enough that I identified it five months later.
My worst drinking experience happened this year, when I got to drink for free at a bar. Within the first ten minutes, I'd had an irish car bomb, an oatmeal cookie shot, a pint of harp stout, and a shot of tequila. Then this woman came around with free shots of vodka. When I was really drunk, I turned to my friend and said "don't let me order a martini." I ordered a martini, and then went dancing.
I couldn't swallow without throwing up the next day.
Sounds like when Drez took my to an open bar.
about two hours later I was curled up in the entranceway to a bank calling Drez every ten minutes unable to construct a coherent enough sentence to tell him I was only like a block way. I think I edned up sleeping on 6th ave for about 25 minutes too.
Yes.
I think the solution may be "never go to an open bar again." You see, the party I was at last night was a three-hour open bar for 30 bucks. That is exceptionally dangerous.
There were some horrible pictures from this evening IIRC
My worst drinking experience happened this year, when I got to drink for free at a bar. Within the first ten minutes, I'd had an irish car bomb, an oatmeal cookie shot, a pint of harp stout, and a shot of tequila. Then this woman came around with free shots of vodka. When I was really drunk, I turned to my friend and said "don't let me order a martini." I ordered a martini, and then went dancing.
I couldn't swallow without throwing up the next day.
Sounds like when Drez took my to an open bar.
about two hours later I was curled up in the entranceway to a bank calling Drez every ten minutes unable to construct a coherent enough sentence to tell him I was only like a block way. I think I edned up sleeping on 6th ave for about 25 minutes too.
Yes.
I think the solution may be "never go to an open bar again." You see, the party I was at last night was a three-hour open bar for 30 bucks. That is exceptionally dangerous.
My worst drinking experience happened this year, when I got to drink for free at a bar. Within the first ten minutes, I'd had an irish car bomb, an oatmeal cookie shot, a pint of harp stout, and a shot of tequila. Then this woman came around with free shots of vodka. When I was really drunk, I turned to my friend and said "don't let me order a martini." I ordered a martini, and then went dancing.
I couldn't swallow without throwing up the next day.
Sounds like when Drez took my to an open bar.
about two hours later I was curled up in the entranceway to a bank calling Drez every ten minutes unable to construct a coherent enough sentence to tell him I was only like a block way. I think I edned up sleeping on 6th ave for about 25 minutes too.
Yes.
I think the solution may be "never go to an open bar again." You see, the party I was at last night was a three-hour open bar for 30 bucks. That is exceptionally dangerous.
I have never been to an open bar.
What about that wedding? I've never been to a wedding that had a cash bar.
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Tell me a story dood
Not tonight. I'm sorry.
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It turned out I was right, that it wasn't Jager we were tasting; it was Peach Schnapps.
Yeah but you can see what you wrote them, can't you? I've no real idea what I told her... And...I am really bothered by the fact that I ended up two miles in the wrong direction and cannot remember how or why I was there.
I wants a story!
And how the hell did you find this out :P
because they have a linguistics forum, which sounds awesome.
That’s what happens when you play Mass Effect for nine hours straight without remembering to eat food or drink fluids. I think I went to the bathroom once, at least.
Because I don't want anyone calling me, geeze.
I have only blacked out one or twice in my life and yes it's a most unpleasant experience
Some things are best left forgotten so as to prevent random psychotic breaks.
And I found out later that I did something excessively stupid on those first two occasions.
So...on this last one last night? Well...I'm worried I did something...stupid...
Don’t get your hopes up, Podly. Pretentious though that forum may sound, the chance that anyone there would be able to look down their noses on par with you is still damn near nil.
Did you wake up wearing a poop-covered condom?
I couldn't swallow without throwing up the next day.
No, the condom is in his butt right now.
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Don’t be ridiculous, Nexus. He was drunk. Why would he be wearing a condom?
got an ultimatum tonight
whoo
:^:
Do tell, you might make up for Drez's failures.
Was it a good ultimatum?
Like, if you don't stop frowning I will hug you until you smile?
I'm guessing not, huh?
I got one on Saturday when Best Buy had the "buy one get one free" sale for select HD DVDs.
Bourne Ultimatum was one of them.
Sounds like when Drez took my to an open bar.
about two hours later I was curled up in the entranceway to a bank calling Drez every ten minutes unable to construct a coherent enough sentence to tell him I was only like a block way. I think I edned up sleeping on 6th ave for about 25 minutes too.
Yes.
I think the solution may be "never go to an open bar again." You see, the party I was at last night was a three-hour open bar for 30 bucks. That is exceptionally dangerous.
Uh, for those of you who weren't there, this was near the end of a night of heavy drinking, and I still remembered the taste of this stuff well enough that I identified it five months later.
And that's more of a proposal than an ultimatum.
There were some horrible pictures from this evening IIRC
What about that wedding? I've never been to a wedding that had a cash bar.
Fuck you.