Regrets after a night out

[Thyunda]

I think the time I turned to a guy much larger than me, saying: "I don't care who it is, if it's you (*points at own close friend*) or whether it's you (*points at big-guy*), if you make that girl cry I'll break your fucking legs" when referring to an ex-girlfriend I was still very much attached to ranks quite high up there in the list of 'things I shouldn't have said', especially since I'm very rarely an angry person.

Thankfully I apparently had my srs face on, since he didn't immediately pulverise my skinny ass. My close friend felt a bit concerned too. I felt like such a dick...

...But I do that when sober...is it really that dangerous?

Depends who you are and who you're doing it to. Thankfully I come from the 'kick in the nads and run' school of thinking so there's very rarely been something that's been a big danger to me.

However:

skinny ass

is where the emphasis is needed.

Perhaps it's the Irish in me, but I will threaten anybody of any size. My entire life I got beat up, and the one thing I learned from it is that people respect the man who tries. Despite being slim...I don't want to say skinny, but it might fit...I do not tolerate intimidation. Threaten me, and you'll quickly find I'll do the exact thing you threatened me not to. In your situation...yeah. I'd probably say something similar.
Heh, a big guy I knew gave up punching me for smart comments. I asked why he didn't hit me anymore, and he said 'Because I know it won't help'.

 

[MartianWarMachine]

Went to a friend's hose, let's call him "Mark". We decided to combine vodka shots with Monopoly. When we ran out of vodka, we used some German stuff and/or some concentrated apple-flavoured stuff. Not fun >.>

 

[AngloDoom]

I think the time I turned to a guy much larger than me, saying: "I don't care who it is, if it's you (*points at own close friend*) or whether it's you (*points at big-guy*), if you make that girl cry I'll break your fucking legs" when referring to an ex-girlfriend I was still very much attached to ranks quite high up there in the list of 'things I shouldn't have said', especially since I'm very rarely an angry person.

Thankfully I apparently had my srs face on, since he didn't immediately pulverise my skinny ass. My close friend felt a bit concerned too. I felt like such a dick...

...But I do that when sober...is it really that dangerous?

Depends who you are and who you're doing it to. Thankfully I come from the 'kick in the nads and run' school of thinking so there's very rarely been something that's been a big danger to me.

However:

skinny ass

is where the emphasis is needed.

Perhaps it's the Irish in me, but I will threaten anybody of any size. My entire life I got beat up, and the one thing I learned from it is that people respect the man who tries. Despite being slim...I don't want to say skinny, but it might fit...I do not tolerate intimidation. Threaten me, and you'll quickly find I'll do the exact thing you threatened me not to. In your situation...yeah. I'd probably say something similar.
Heh, a big guy I knew gave up punching me for smart comments. I asked why he didn't hit me anymore, and he said 'Because I know it won't help'.

See, my entire life I've never gotten beaten up. The only fights I've ever gotten into are ones where I couldn't avoid them, or it's someone else at stake. I'd much rather swallow my pride and walk home with my friends then risk something escalating to a point where it gets out of control. Ignoring somebody who's acting like an idiot is preferable to a brick to the back of the head, a knife between the ribs, or a friend of mine getting dragged into something because of my poor choices.

Whatever works for you works for you, but personally for me I've been in the position where the only thing stopping people from getting hurt - or worse - was my level-headedness. That sort of ideology just wouldn't work for someone like myself whose concern lies with the people around him.

 

[Thyunda]

I think the time I turned to a guy much larger than me, saying: "I don't care who it is, if it's you (*points at own close friend*) or whether it's you (*points at big-guy*), if you make that girl cry I'll break your fucking legs" when referring to an ex-girlfriend I was still very much attached to ranks quite high up there in the list of 'things I shouldn't have said', especially since I'm very rarely an angry person.

Thankfully I apparently had my srs face on, since he didn't immediately pulverise my skinny ass. My close friend felt a bit concerned too. I felt like such a dick...

...But I do that when sober...is it really that dangerous?

Depends who you are and who you're doing it to. Thankfully I come from the 'kick in the nads and run' school of thinking so there's very rarely been something that's been a big danger to me.

However:

skinny ass

is where the emphasis is needed.

Perhaps it's the Irish in me, but I will threaten anybody of any size. My entire life I got beat up, and the one thing I learned from it is that people respect the man who tries. Despite being slim...I don't want to say skinny, but it might fit...I do not tolerate intimidation. Threaten me, and you'll quickly find I'll do the exact thing you threatened me not to. In your situation...yeah. I'd probably say something similar.
Heh, a big guy I knew gave up punching me for smart comments. I asked why he didn't hit me anymore, and he said 'Because I know it won't help'.

See, my entire life I've never gotten beaten up. The only fights I've ever gotten into are ones where I couldn't it, or it's someone else at stake. I'd much rather swallow my pride and walk home with my friends then risk something escalating to a point where it gets out of control. Ignoring somebody who's acting like an idiot is preferable to a brick to the back of the head, a knife between the ribs, or a friend of mine getting dragged into something because of my poor choices.

Whatever works for you works for you, but personally for me I've been in the position where the only thing stopping people from getting hurt - or worse - was my level-headedness. That sort of ideology just wouldn't work for someone like myself whose concern lies with the people around him.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm never angry. I just prefer any violence to be focussed around me, because I know I can take it. There was an incident at school when a load of the 'popular' kids ganged up on a fellow outcast. I say fellow outcast, he was more outcast than me, because we'd grouped together and he just wasn't interested.
Anyhow, one of the more...notorious guys started pushing him, and the kid pushed back. A circle forms, everyone's jeering, and my friend was getting all excitable about the prospect of this greasy kid getting battered. I didn't want to see this, the whole thing was unfair, so I came between them and told the tough guy 'that's enough'. Fuck knows what I thought would happen, but I didn't expect him to shrug and saunter away, taking the crowd with him.

Grateful outcast was grateful, of course. So grateful, his gratitude overwhelmed him and he pushed me out of the way to go sulk somewhere.

 

[JoesshittyOs]

I ended up jamming the RB button on my brand new controller a few times ago when I drank. My friends (who still don't think I've ever drank in my life), thought I was having a stroke or something because I made absolutely no sense and was playing like hilarious garbage in MW2 search and destroy, publicly stating that I would never kill anyone and running up right next to the enemies, trying to get to know them.

Luckily for me, I'm a very friendly drunk. I wanna meet everybody and get to know them, and I'm social as shit and don't really care what anyone thinks of me, which is the polar opposite of my normal everyday self. Basically, only good things happen because of it.

So... nothing really. I did end up letting some girl know that she was a rebound and I had still been attracted to her friend because she tried taking advantage of me on Facebook, though I never really did care about that for some reason.

So... like I said. Only good things. Weed on the other hand... Scary experiences with weed. I find that I hate being around people when I'm high.

Also, never had a hangover. I've puked a few times, but never had a hangover.

 

[Alcamonic]

I don't want to get drunk enough to lose any control. But a few beers doesn't hurt, only makes you relax. I tend to be the "caretaker" for a better word when I am out. Trying to stop my friends from making anything too stupid.

However to add some value to my post, I can share some stories about a few of my friends.
Once when I was out with one of them, he starts speaking fake Norwegian with an elder couple. However once he realised they were from Denmark he started to speak fake danish instead.
Being from southern part of Sweden, it was both hilarious and a tad shameful.

Another guy. He accidentally dropped his iPhone into concrete floor, successfully cracking the display. He puts it into his pocket, while several moments later starts yelling and accusing people for damaging his phone.

It amazes me sometimes. The attention-span and short-therm memory on drunk people seem to be at the same level as my 2 1/2 year old niece. Meaning, if they get upset simply dangle something in front of them and all is fine.

 

[Frozen Donkey Wheel2]

The first time I had a real experience with alcohol, I ended up drinking around 7-8 shots of whiskey, about half a bottle of wine, and roughly 4-5 beers.

I will leave the rest to your imagination.

 

[SovietSecrets]

I'm a pretty good drunk so I don't end up doing anything stupid other then texting people I love them.

I am missing a day of life due to a horrible combo of pills that I took.

 

[Mr Fixit]

Things I regret......
Having a shot of something, don't remember what exactly, poured into my nose. Yeah that fucking burned alot.

Not taking that very fine lady home with me. I'm a gentleman i guess.

Crawling in bed with that psycho *****...... I'm also an idiot.

Never regreted a hangover because i've never had one, no matter how much or what i drink, guess i'm just lucky that way.

 

[Zack Alklazaris]

Not really any regrets I seem to have a very powerful subconscious that triggers when I get close to having sex with a complete stranger. I was once in bed with someone, clothes were off we were about to then, I just stopped put on my clothes and left. She wasn't bad looking ether, just something about it. Perhaps the risks of diseases and pregnancy scares the crap out of me.

I've done my share of whored out make out sessions. Much of that I regret now. But at least I've always woken up alone after drinking all night.

 

[ramboondiea]

haha, seeing this thread name brought back a feeling of nostalgia, embarrassment and put a massive smile on my face.

god i dont think i could honestly write everything down, both due to a word limit and probably because of legal issues haah.

woken up 3 towns away.
woken up with numbers or marks and couldnt even put a face letalone a name to them.
looked at my phone and discovered i had sent a lot of text that i shouldnt. however i would and have done it again and again and again haha
i have agreed to loads of crazy crap which i then have to uphold. rock climbing and canoeing is not fun hungover.
i have ruined too many good friendships and relationships because of a drunken night out, and this is probably my only real regret.
i have used women when drunk usually because i am not in a good mood, which is the opposite of how i really am (also a real regret).
i have been in my fair share of fights and i think i am still banned from a couple place in liverpool.
i have been stopped by cops for walking round with nothing but a towel...which wasnt necessarily used to cover anything

 

[FamoFunk]

I'm part of the, shagging some things you later regret group.

I also told someone that really, really annoyed me I liked them (I really, really didn't) cue literally 12 Months of harassment because they think they have a chance.

 

[Crazy_Dude]

4 glasses of Bacardi Cola and 1/3rd of normal Bacardi isn't really fun when you are 15.

Ofcourse I got filmed during my drunken mood. And ofcourse on of my friends had to send it to the rest so the entire school could enjoy them.

It surely wasn't fun to keep hearing about that one night for an entire school year.

 

[winginson]

When drunk I constantly, as Love FAQ put it, stick it in the crazy. Luckily whilst my drunk self looses the ability to avoid needy/manipulative/druggie/crazy women, I still keep the ability to always use a condom (even when they say I won't get any if I do wear one), I always convince them to do it around their place, and I don't give them my mobile number. Coupled with the fact I live a few miles from the town I usually go out in means I haven't had any crazy issues come home.

I physically cannot drink enough beer to get drunk, so I have to be properly on the spirits to get drunk. There is only one thing I have ever regretted while drunk. There was a girl I liked at college and she invited to a party. I ended up sleeping with another girl. The girl I liked was hot, the girl I slept with was... I have a mental block. The girl I liked had invited me to the party because she wanted me to make a move on her.

I've done loads of crazy shit, buts thats the only one that properly made something bad happen. All the others the bad stuff was just part of the fun, not something that hurt people.

 

[Andalusa]

Going out. Not because of a hangover, I always drink more than a litre of water before I go to bed, but because I never really have a good time when I'm out. While I'm at my friends, pre-drinking and getting ready, I love it. The first half hour at the club is fun, because we're inside with drinks and people, dancing and chatting.
And then we go out for a cigarette and shit kicks off. A girlfriend will run into her ex and start pining after him or having a go at him. Someone will just wander off, or drink too much and get sick.

 

[Random berk]

First year of my study we were touring pubs with several students. Someone had heard of my hobby (kickboxing) and explained he'd heard that if you had a trained kick, and had done endurance training for your shins, you could shut out a lamp post. He claimed he'd seen it done in a documentary.

A little alcohol-induced bravery further a deal was made, if I managed it, the entire group would pay a drink for me (times number of students = more free drinks than I can handle for a night).

There was a rather flimsy looking lamp post nearby, basically a round sheet of aluminium that could already move in place a little. The first try failed, but didn't hurt too bad, so the next kick I went all out. True enough, the lamp post shook, the light went off, and remained off for some 20 seconds.

Yay, free drinks. I spent the rest of the night on the more expensive stuff without paying a penny for any of it. Great. 'Wow, he's crazy tough'-looks from girls as a bonus.


Well, not so great. It already began to hurt during the rest of the evening, but when I woke up my shin was hurting bad, even walking was like someone grabbed the bone inside my leg and twisted it, and it stayed that way for two more days, and any impact on it during training also hurt for the next three weeks. I think I may have made a crack in the bone or something.

By far the most stupid think I've ever done, that I should've known better about.

A friend of mine was telling me about a guy from his mountaineering club who tried this. However, being batshit crazy, he tried to do this to thirty lampposts in a row. And he wasn't kicking them, he was headbutting them. Knocked a fair few of them out too.

Myself, I've never done anything I particularly regret after a night out. I have had a fair few stupid or hilarious nights though. One that springs to mind was when my brother was picking me up from a party after he'd been playing airsoft. I called him inside for a few cokes and a laugh. Eventually my friend (the same one from mountaineering actually) and I took turns standing in a doorframe with only light shirts on, while my brother unloaded his Glock at us. (My friend has done that with some extra stupid attached, as he was shirtless and it was a sniper rifle). It proved to be a popular spectacle and we ended up throwing thunderflash grenades into the fields, and one guy grabbed my brothers submachine gun and started firing at my feet. Funnily, the most traumatic experience of the night happened to someone else, and didn't involve a gun of any kind. There was a very bloody bedsheet though.

 

[The .50 Caliber Cow]

Worst moment of my life? Waking up naked in a house full of guys I didn't even know and seeing my girl curled up with someone else. God, I wanted to kill them all and myself for being so stupid. But I went on and I'm good now.

Well, a little strange maybe...

[sub][sub]Moo! [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9iIgQN5uZE&feature=related][/sub][/sub]

Taken from a different thread but yeah, I regretted that night. Even sobered up for a period, if you can believe that.

 

[The .50 Caliber Cow]

SNIP

Spoiler: Unrelated but...

[HEADING=2]Dat Avatar.[/HEADING]

 

[WhyBotherToTry]

Most recently I got drunk in one of the building in my college, had to be removed from it by one of the security staff, somehow managed to walk the mile back to my flat, (those last two I don't remember, but my friends tell me that's what happened), and woke up with the room covered in vomit and my roommate shouting at me to clean it up. I haven't gone near vodka since.

 

[KingHodor]

One fine morning, my brother followed a trail of bloody handprints along the staircases and corridors leading up to his buddy's apartment. Apparently, said buddy had, on his way home after some heavy drinking, experienced an irresistible urge to sneeze while propping himself against a wall, and so inadvertently bashed his head against it at high speed, resulting in a superficial yet profusely bleeding wound (which ended up in a neat trail of bloody handprints on the wall, since intoxication and concussion combined make bipedal locomotion even more challenging)

If that and the hangover wasn't enough to give our unlucky buddy regrets, he sure regretted it when the police showed up that morning, and my brother had to exercise the utmost discipline not to repeatedly burst out laughing during the cops' serious murder investigation-spiel.