Share your awesome (drunk) memories.

[toejam]

I went to see Quiet Riot around '93 or so when they got back together (with a different bass player). I went with three friends (the kid who drove was actually a friend of a friend who I didn't know that well, and he looked like Elephant Boy from Howard Stern's Whack Pack :ROTF. We went to a bar and drank before going to this club to see the band, then we drank more. One or two local bands went on first, then we saw QR do about 3 songs, at which point I was sitting on the left of the stage, leaning on the bass player's monitor, to keep my head up so I wouldn't pass out. My one friend came over and said he was so drunk that he couldn't see and he wanted to leave... I was pretty much in the same state and agreed. We found Elephant Boy, he was pissed we wanted to leave, so he gave us the keys to open the car and chill out while he found our other friend. I get in the back seat of the car, put my head between my legs and puke on the floor between my feet. Everybody else finally gets in, Elephant Boy drives us home.
I heard my two friends puked a lot that night after they get home. I laugh at them hysterically, saying I'm the only one that didn't puke. Next morning I get a call saying EB's dad is pissed because there's puke on the floor in the back of the car and it smells really bad... at which point I vaguely start to remember I did it. I don't think EB was allowed to use the car again or even wanted to drive us anywhere after that. :ROTF:

[rjohnstone]

It's starts off as me and my best friend Lance going to a titty bar.
Those guys from Phx should know about a dump called Teasers.
Ugly chicks, but the best damn bartender in Phx.
It was two for one night... I lost count after the 6th round of Long Islands and Scotch an soda and that was only 11:00PM
Next thing I remember is one of our room mates (7 of us shared a house a mile down the road from the titty bar) yelling at both of us because we left Lance's bug in the middle of the front yard with the engine running, headlights still on and both door open... it was 3:00 AM at this time and the bar closed at 1:00AM.
So from 11:00 PM to 3:00 AM, neither of us could remember anything or how we even managed to drive home. Fucking scary but funny at the same time.
We both wreaked of stripper perfume and Scotch.

[El Chiguete]

Jejeje we all have good times jeje.

Once I was with my brothers of my MC and we where drinking caipirinas at 5pm in the beach, around 8pm we went back to the hotel to take a bath and eat but all of us where drunk and we knew it. We said to each other take it easy we all just get on our bikes and go to the hotel slowy that its just like 300 meters to the LEFT... well we got on our bikes and everyone started to do burnouts and reving the engines, everyone wen't to the left but I went to the RIGHT!!! I find myself at the next town like 10miles away not knowing where I was!!! then I realize what I did and wen't back. When I got to the hotel all the guys where in the pool and one said joking ¨it's good that I remember to take my wallet out before I got in¨....... NOT all of the wallets, cels, money, everything of all the guys got wet jeje.

Another time it was a wensday and I was in the christmas party of the company I worked in very expensive club and everyone all dress up, I went with jeans, long sleeve shirt and my vest (like I allways go to that club) but like it was our party it was all drinks free. I started drinking vadka on the rocks like at 7:45pm... at 11PM I WAS WASTED. Wen't to another club and there before I could get another drink I got mad hungry, so I wen't to a place to eat that was near by. I rush to the counter and order a burger and wen't straight to the bath room to vomit. We I wen't back out I got the burguer but I was too drunk to eat it so I say to myself let me just shut my eyes for a whyle and then eat it... well I slept till 3:30AM and woke up on the place still opend but alone... I think the people there thought I was dead jeje, I got on my bike and wen't home. The next day I wen't to the office at 11AM and when I got there I wen't straight to the bathroom to see how my face looked like and there was another guy puking jejeje so I said to myself ¨at least i'm not the worst one here jejeje¨.

One other time me and my brother of my MC where in a beach 150miles from our city, and there was a bike party there and we where all drinking with some local girls from the middle of the afternoon. Around 10PM they all wen't to the a club there and we where allready drunk jejeje. Like at 1AM i'm dancing with a girl and I think she is speaking to me in russian so I say to a friend ¨do you speak russian¨ and he tells me ¨dude she is talking to you in english!!¨ and she is just talking srtaight to my ear telling me this but I swear I was hearing it in russian hehe. All the guys wen't to sleep but I got out of there around at 5-6AM. When I wen't back to the hotel I couldn't find my room and got in to a room of one of my friends, he then found my room and took me there... what I didn't know is that we had to get up early to come back like at 8AM the guys wake me up but I was still drunk. We wen't to eat in a Burger King and hit the road... I tell I didn't have time to get hong over then, I got hong over in the road!!! but made it back ok..... chears!!!

I have more but those will do for now.

[toejam]

Like at 1AM i'm dancing with a girl and I think she is speaking to me in russian so I say to a friend ¨do you speak russian¨ and he tells me ¨dude she is talking to you in english!!¨ and she is just talking srtaight to my ear telling me this but I swear I was hearing it in russian hehe.

Hahahahaha! That's great. :ROTF:

[sl2lover]

My claim to fame was when i was about 19 the summer right outta high school, we had went to a party to an area called the pit. This was the local area where ppl throw trash and About 40 or so kids showed up, and I had scored a 12er of Gunniess earlier and went to town and got down about 9 or so! Turns out there was a dead dog that was thrown behind some trees and was starting to rot right at the maggot stage!! So turns out my friends left the party and met up at the next destination when they realized i was missing! So 3 of my friends went back and found me passed out on top of this dead dog using it as a pillow!! So my buddy took his shirt off and covered his face and ran and grabbed my leg and drug me as far as he could before he puked himself!! They eventually drug me back to the truck and threw me in the back! Next thing I remember was waking up at a friends house while being hosed down on his lawn with like 20 ppl laughing at me all while i was puking my guts out! I think that was worse than passing out on the dead dog!! Ive never drank Gunniess since!!

TRUE FUCKING STORY!!!!

[MikeStrat]

Way too much Jack Daniels and a girl in the woods. End result: I woke up face down in a patch of poison ivy with my pants down. I think you all can figure out how that went. Ahhh good times.

[GodOfRhythm]

Awesome stories people!!! Keep it going. I just KNOW there's plenty more where all that came from :p

[GodOfRhythm]

Ok, I'll give the thread a kick up the ass to keep it going, here goes, if only I was a rockstar, then these stories would be cool instead of pathetic And in case you hadn't noticed, I started this thread for the sole ulterior motive of getting some of these stories out there into the free world before I (inevitably) succumb to a most likely drunken and stupid death :



Pre-game (boozing at home before going out, to have a headstart) was with Vodka, as ever. [we must've drank trucks of the stuff by now] We're at this chicks place with our group, cranking the tunes and drinking those sweet screwdrivers. We leave about midnight to go to a kegger. It is customary for people who turn 18, over here, to get together with a couple of people and throw what we call a 'kegger' for other young people. Usually about 12 to 13 ABSOLUTELY FREE kegs for an attendance of about 200 to 600 people, with lots of chicks who don't drink. There's pretty much one every friday from january till may, so lots and lots of drunk fridays and hungover saturdays So we get there and start hitting the Ad Fundums (down in ones), we have all sort of cheers and habits we perform before/while chugging in one. First couple of hours is usually 7 to 10 beers an hour, most of which are down in ones. Later hours, due to obvious physical impedement ( ) it drops to casually sipping about 3 to 5 beers an hour.

So we arrive jacked up on vodka already and start the chugging. While dancing and talking to all the people we know (these things are kind of like reunions, you always see your old mates). Kegger is starting to die down at around 3am so all of, drunk as fuck, get on our bicycles (yes bicycles) and head to a club in town with 4 guys and a couple of chicks. Lo and behold, a dad from one of my buddies is there and he starts paying for my drinks: vodka redbulls. Couple of dudes that were with us pretty much take anything they can get their hands on so they start taking 'sossa' [which is what we call speed and/or coke]. They're getting pretty hi-octane. When one of them gets in an argument with one of the bouncers. They step outside without us seeing. 3 minutes or so later we go outside looking for him and we see him like getting pretty ugly with the bouncer [he's getting his ass whooped]. Luckily I knew the bouncer and convinced him to calm down, go inside and chill. We all go back inside, but now the club owner is screaming at us inside telling the bouncer to kick us the fuck out. Bouncer comes to me and says I'd better leave, but he won't do it by force. Clubowner, perused by this show of humanity, comes barging into the circle freaking out yelling us to LEAAAAVE, he pushes my mate (same that was getting his ass handed to him by the bouncer) to the ground. Buddy runs outside, we follow, so the clubowner gets what he wanted. Little did he know that my friend was outside looking for his Mercedes Van, he finds it and starts kicking the shit out of it. Some of us join in on the fun [I may or may not have , who knows ]. All of the sudden the fucking clubowner comes outside. We run to our bicycles get on and start hammering it out of there. Couple of corners further we stop and laugh and catch our breath when his beat up van comes wailing around the corner. He chased us for a good hour. Even ran over some mailboxes. Those were some intense fucking moments.

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I live in a 'dorm house' at college. It's not like Dorms in the states. It's a privately owned house (usually by big real estate owners who do nothing but convert these houses into approx. 20 bedroom/flats for students and rent them out) So at this dorm house I was in at the time were about 24 rooms. So 24 students. The basement was one BIG ass kitchen. Real dirty, rotten and spartan, but big nontheless. We had the luck of having a good year: meaning most of the students in the house were party animals. We had one of our annual 'house parties'. It starts with a gigantic table FULL of booze, bought by us. Then invited people arrive, all bringing more booze. Some dude had hooked us up with big-ass JBL speakers, so the beats were pumping loud. This shit was like a private nightclub. Now things got a little out of hand. Turns out EVERYONE had invited a shitload of people (other students) so before we knew it the kitchen was just FULL of people, just crammed in, must've been like 60 to 70 peeps. Good chick percentage. But by midnight more and more people kept arriving, so by that time a lot of the partying was going on in the hallways and on the several flights of stairs of this 3 story house. Before long all doors to all rooms had been opened and there was music coming from every room from people's own sound systems. The frontdoor was open, so people kept flooding in. We're talking 250 - 300 people here. I was partying hard and getting drunk. So by 2am I was behind the turntables for a little bit, spinning some beats when I take a sip from my screwdriver and having this big ass fat joint in my hand (pretty wasted by now) when I look to the crowd (which was going wild) and I see two cops standing there. I talk with them, turns out they were cool. Just asked us to turn the music down a little and on their way then went. But as I was walking them out (basement stairs to kitchen are at back of house), we go through this long ass hallway with lotsa rooms and I swear to god there were multiple couples having explicit sex and what have you with the doors wide open. Beer cans, drunk people lying everywhere. Cops didn't even care (one advantage of a college town), but I was laughing my ass off. I joined in on the fun after the cops left. After finally dropping the ball (Toejaaaaam ) a COUPLE OF TIMES (aaaaah the joys of youth) I go back down and my best buddy (monster guitar player) is drunk as hell and dancing and before my eyes trips and lands with his right hand on a box filled with empty bottles. Blood gushing from his hand. Ambulance came. An hour later he shows back up ready to party again, hand stitched up and bandaged. They hadn't even given him painkillers for the stitches because he was so drunk he didn't feel shit anyway. Luckily his tendons were intact!!!. The morning (more like evening) after, I woke up and went into the hall and the house was just the biggest mess you could ever imagine. Disgusting amounts of empty bottles, cans, [USED] condoms, cig buds, and whatnot EVERYWHERE.

That was 3 years ago and people I've seemingly never met STILL come up to me and thank me for that awesome party they went to a way back. Shit made an impression!

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Regular night out in our college town: bunch of guys: totally drunk totally stoned. We had partied hard at our favorite clubs and some dudes wanted to head down to the towncenter square to get some early morning kebabs (this was right before dawn). A bunch of us weren't hungry, so one of my friends [the REALLY crazy one...] notices that the kathedral at the towncenter was surrounded by scaffolding bc it was under restauration. So somehow, someway before I knew it, my very drunken self and a couple of my wasted-ass buddies were fucking free-climbing this 50 meter high scaffolding. Get to the top and we had to JUMP across a considerable gap to make it to the roof. We get on without someone falling and getting killed, make our way to the front of the roof and just lie there, smoking reefers and watching the sun come up and the city come to life.

Now, as you might or might not know, the main metropolitan police station is RIGHT across the townsquare from the cathedral. So not only did our, now hung-over but terrifyingly sober asses have to jump and climb down which by all means is a fatal and fucking MOUNTAIN of a scaffolding set-up, but we had to make sure the cops didn't spot us. That shit took us about an hour. Easily one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I straightened up and flew right for a fair amount after that, that shit just was TOO out of control.

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Short one:. Was time for pre-game boozing at the beginning of the evening at college, before we hit the clubs. This was to take place at a buddy's house. I get there late, bc I had some other shit to do first. I ring the bell, turns out they had been boozing already. So I rang the bell, the window on the 2nd floor opens up (normally he throws me the keys so I can get in), instead someone sticks their head out and unleashes this torrent of fucking vomit all over my dressed up self.

[hippietim]

Two words: Sloe Gin!

Two words: Girly drink.

[hippietim]

If you can remember what happened on your own then it is not a worthy tale. No truly great drunken ordeal can be properly recalled by anyone involved and the accounts from bystanders really should vary considerably. Otherwise, you were just tipsy.

[drockilles]

Rented a 4 bedroom house in dowtown Norfolk for a while with 3 other buddies. A Neighborhood where the average house went for a quarter mil, but we were stuck in the hovel no one wanted to fix up. Whatever, cheap and big. Needless to say, the neighbors hated us. But I digress.
One night, my buddy had friends come visit from Ohio. What do you buy on long road trips? Fireworks, of course. After drinking for many hours, we decide to start lighting off bottle rockets at each other. This goes on for a bit, then we decide to start sticking them in random food items and blow up things like potatoes, brownies, fruit, etc. The acoustics of a 2500 sq ft house with a lot of open area andhardwood floors did not do a good job dampening the sound. The neighbors that loved us so much call the cops, we look outside and the road is blocked off at both ends by firetrucks. Time for some quick thinking........
We decide if we put on Creedence and light some cigarettes, it'll look like an innocent get together. The cops come up and start a big "WTF" speech, while my buddy insists we were just having a casual evening. The cop didn't buy it. I guess even the pleasing sounds of "Looking Out My Back Door" could not cover up the smoke, smell of gunpowder, and exploded food all over the walls, as well as we'd expected.
How we never got evicted, I do not know.

Same neighborhood, shorter story. Usual all day of drinking, leading to closing the bar. We had six bars in stumbling distance, so we didn't have to worry about driving, and therefore could all get as wasted as we wanted. My buddy Josh and I are walking home. A bus stop on the way had a crack in the glass, and a bum sleeping in it. We figured bus stops must have plexiglass, so Josh decided to jump through it, give the sleeping bum a little scare. If any of you didn't know or ever wondered, bus stops have real glass......

Plenty more than those, but I'm at work so I'll continue some other time with the deployment stories.
Oh, and GoR speaking of drunkeness and Kebabs reminds me; someone needs to open up Kebab stands here in the states. That is by far the perfect drunk food, and would make a killing in areas with lots of bars/clubs.

[GodOfRhythm]

If you can remember what happened on your own then it is not a worthy tale. No truly great drunken ordeal can be properly recalled by anyone involved and the accounts from bystanders really should vary considerably. Otherwise, you were just tipsy.

Bullshit, I've only had a drunken 'black out' once, and that was when I passed out. I remember it all.


Kebabs: yes. There's about 2 kebabshops on EVERY street in my collegetown. There's two kebabshops right next to each other at the town square and you'll have to wait in line all the way outside at 4am, masses of drunk students.

[StukaJU87]

Some of these stories are really funny and I enjoy reading them.:ROTF: I am no stranger to a good bender myself.

That said, the stories about destroying other people's cars or property bothers me a bit. To me, that is punk/juvenile stuff. Little kids do that because they don't know any better. People who have had to work for a living and know how hard it is to save for a decent car should know better.

Enough preaching. Keep 'em coming.

[toejam]

This one time, at band camp...

[GodOfRhythm]

That said, the stories about destroying other people's cars or property bothers me a bit. To me, that is punk/juvenile stuff. Little kids do that because they don't know any better. People who have had to work for a living and know how hard it is to save for a decent car should know better.

Yes it is, and eventhough in retrospect I find it quite pathetic of myself, it's a story nontheless!