The MOST DRUNK I/You got was...

[SL33TBL1ND]

Was at a friends 18th. Had a tad too much absinthe (among various other alcoholic beverages), on a day that I hadn't eaten all that much and threw up.

Soldiered on, though. Was a fun night.

 

[Zen Bard]

College. I drank enough to lose three days of my life.

There was a "Spring Fling" hosted by Off Campus Housing. Consider it a Pub Crawl but with college apartments. Any way, the thing kicked off at noon on a Friday and ran all weekend.

My classes were done by 2:00 that Friday. So a couple of buds and I hit the first apartment early.

I literally have no memory of the rest of that weekend. All I can recall was tapping the keg and chomping down on some BBQ at the Colony Apartments on Friday, and waking up in my own bed to a strange girl going through my wallet on Monday.

(Turns out she was just looking for my ID because she forgot my name. I checked. All the money was there and I had no credit cards back then.)

There are some hazy bits and pieces here and there. And throughout the semester I'd get this weird sense of deja-vu when I'd go to certain places or see certain people.

Weird thing was all the people I didn't know who would smile at me or greet me by name when we passed each other in the hall. So at least I know I'm not an asshole when I'm drunk.

Or if I am, I'm entertaining.

 

[teqrevisited]

I've only drank too much twice.

Once was a New Year's Eve party at a friend's house. Towards the end of the night and a good few pints in already it was suggested that I should attempt to neck the full bottle of vodka that remained on the side. I had the lot as if it was water, walked about 10 feet into his living room and fell face first onto the sofa where I remained for the next 14 hours. There was a brief period on the next morning when he thought I was dead because I sleep with one eye partially open, so all he could see was the white.

The other time was when I had a few pints and then discovered rum. Halfway through the bottle and the world suddenly vanished and instead of sat on the kitchen stool I was in bed and it was the next morning. Evil stuff is rum.

 

[SilentlyHilly]

Oh man, I don't remember it at all but I've been able to piece it together.

I was in college, going to some random house party. I pregamed with probably 8 or 9 beers, so I was already feeling pretty good when I got there. I then proceeded to make 2 very strong mixed whiskey drinks before I blacked out. Apparently after that I went for several cups of hooch (basically a whole lot of vodka, juice, ice, and fruit all mixed in a big bucket for everyone to drink).

I ended up waking up next to a, let's say less than attractive girl who's name I had no idea. I'm not quite sure what we did that night, but apparently she liked it because she kept texting and calling me (she had somehow got my number the previous night). I wanted nothing to do with her, so eventually I just stopped responding, which I kind of feel bad about, but hey what else could I do.

It's a fun story if nothing else

 

[thehorror2]

Any time I drink tequila, it ends badly for me. The one time I've ever gotten drunk enough to forget the whole night AND the one time I've ever puked because of liquor, were nights we had tequila on tap. I'm not a terribly heavy drinker, so "Drunk enough to pass out/vomit" is as far as I've ever gotten.

 

[SonOfVoorhees]

First time drunk was 8 yrs old. My dad used to make his own cider, so i sneaked some. An ended up completely dizzy and had to lie down. I remember my parents laughing at me. lol.

Since then, i rarely get drunk, normally beer tastes crappy before i get drunk so i stop drinking it. Also worked in a nightclub, so thats a lot of lessons learnt and makes me be careful. One time i drunk a cocktail at a staff party, and they made the drink with a shot of everything behind the bar. I felt drunk within a few seconds, crazy.

But from working in the club for 7 years, just seen to many drunken fights, woman taken advantage of and people unconscious in the toilets. I guess there are fun drunks, but ive seen a lot of negative drunks. People unconscious on the train that piss themselves. Just not good.

 

[Feraswondervahnn]

Ugh.... I want to a gig in town, met up with some mates and got on to some pre-drinking before heading out. A lot of vodka later and we're at the gig. While I'm busy throwing myself around the pit, my friends head to the Spanish bar and tell a mutual friend to let me know. So when the band finished I popped outside for a cigarette and am told the friends I was with had left.
I didn't know where the Spanish bar was, so decided to stay where I was and just have a few more drinks, they'd turn up eventually. The next thing I know I'm being woken up on a friends doorstep at 4 AM with a nice puddle of vomit next to me. The hangover from that was bloody brutal!

 

[Sir Shockwave]

I no longer drink...but there was this one time I drank a single Alchopop and spent the whole night singing the Neon Genesis Evangelion opening song. My forum posts at the time were WEIRD X3

 

[Comocat]

College- discovering Jungle Juice (Everclear and punch) for the first time.

Post-College- going to a bar with a gaggle of Irish men in downtown New Orleans.

 

[00slash00]

Well one time I blacked out and woke up in jail. Another time I blacked out and woke up in the hospital.

The summer before I started college my friend had a party and bought me a bottle of tequila. I proceeded to drink the entire bottle by myself, over the course of the next few hours. I woke up the next morning, in jail (in a holding cell). the story of how I got there was kinda funny. My friend called my sister to pick me up and right as she arrived, a cop drove by. My friend told me to stay still and not talk while he spoke to the cop. The cop then asked me to come over. As instructed, I refused to move or say anything. My friend then told me to come over to the cop but I held my ground. The cop then walked over to me, smelled my breath, and put handcuffs on me. When I showed up for my court date, I found out that my blood alcohol level was .36

Another time was my freshman year of college (clearly, this was a rough couple of months, for my liver). A guy on my floor invited me to his room for shots. He offered me a shot of clear liquid next to a bottle of vodka. After I drank it he smiled and pulled a bottle of everclear from under his desk. I had no idea what everclear was and just figured it was extremely strong vodka. Well over the course of the next hour I had 5 double shots of everclear and 4 double shots of vodka. I then decided to get food with my friend. I remember opening the door to leave the kids dorm and then waking up in the hospital. My face was covered in dried blood and my shirt had been sliced in half (presumably to give the doctors easier access to my chest and arms)

 

[Eternal_Lament]

I drink very often, but I've only really gotten drunk twice in my entire life...and both times I was incredibly shit-faced, and I'm not sure which one had me being "more" drunk, so I'll let you decide:

It was my friend's 19th birthday party (Toronto here, legal age to drink is 19) and we were over at another friend's dorm room. We had some people over, and at one point beer pong was being set up. It was two of my friends against the other friend whose dorm room we were at and her boyfriend, a good friend of mine. The boyfriend leaves for something, and since the other friend is 5 foot 3 and 90 pounds, I figured it wouldn't be right to let her do it by herself. This is all during the set-up for beer pong, which is important for later. We start playing but before anyone drinks my partner has to go downstairs and let people in, it being her dorm and all. I'm by myself, but I think it's fine since I can drink quite a bit and not usually feel anything. Anyways, we start playing, and as I take my first cup, something doesn't seem right. There's this weird taste to what I'm drinking, definitely not beer, but I pay no mind. I only notice something's up when, after I've drank 7 cups of this stuff, the last three cups are filled with this florescent, girly drink known as Vex. When the game's over, I notice that, when they were setting up beer pong, all my opponent's cups were filled with Vex, and they started to fill my side with Vex, until I said I was joining in. At which point, they didn't decide to fill the rest of the cups with Vex, but with Jaegermeister; let me repeat, they didn't give me shots of Jaegermeister, they gave me full CUPS of Jaegermeister...all in the span of 15 minutes. At this point I don't feel anything, but about 15 minutes later I start to black out, but I realize we are actually moving around and not just collapsed. We head to a bar, at which point I fall asleep on the table while my friend gets a glass of water. I take a sip and run to the bathroom, throwing up profusely into the toilet, one of my friends coming having to hold my hair back (I had long hair at the time) I go back to the table, sleep for 5 minutes, wake up, take a sip of water, and rush back to the washroom to throw up...I miss the toilet and just start throwing up on the floor. My friends have to take me outside and leave me with my other friend who forgot his ID. The bouncer wont let me back in when I start to sober up, which is reasonable...what sucks is that I left my jacket inside...and it was the beginning of winter...I was so goddamn cold.

The other time I got really drunk was recently at my friends house. We were doing a wine and cheese party, but it wasn't anything sophisticated. We bought some cheap wine and tried out the various kinds (we had about 5 bottles of different stuff) My issue this time around however was that I drank 12-13 glasses of wine...in the span of an hour and a half...I hadn't actually eaten anything since noon, and it was already 10:30. I just start moving around the place, talking to people and resting for a bit. There was even a period of time when we started playing COD:BLOPS 2, and because things seemed to be going slower for me I was absolutely killing it. However, at some point I had to rush to my friends bathroom to throw up...twice. This time it wasn't as messy, and anything that was I was able to clean up. However, when I had to throw up again, I realized I wouldn't make it to the bathroom, so I ran outside, where there was a covered manhole, and started throwing up there...I didn't have my shoes on and it was absolutely pouring rain. I come back inside, get my shoes and bag, and as I'm walking outside I have to throw up again, so I ran back to the manhole to do it. This time I end up passing out and start sleeping near the manhole, lying on the road while it's pouring rain. My friends look out the window 5 minutes later, notice, and have to call me a cab home after getting me up.

So yeah, I'll let you decide what's the most drunk: getting fucked on Jaeger and not being allowed back in a bar after throwing up on the bathroom floor, or getting fucked on wine and throwing up four times in a row, with the fourth having me pass out on the road while it's raining.

 

[lewisra776]

So to celebrate me and one of my best friends friends 21st birthdays (before the night of bar hopping and such cause his actual bday wasnt for a few more days) we decided to get plastered. There were 3 of us, an empty house, an xbox with the newly released halo 4 and 8 bottles of liquor oh, and beer lots of beer. What could go wrong right? Well being the nerds we are we decided to keep accurate track of our liquor consumption and opened up a microsoft excel spreadsheet documenting the number of drinks, quantity of the drink and percent alcohol per drink. Well after a night of nothing but Grifball which had finally been unleashed onto the halo multiplayer playlist, cooking drunk, boston accents and general amazing feats of drunkeness one of our group had succumb to sleep and me and the big guy were still going hard. Now, I'm about 5'9, 180 and in pretty good shape and my friend that I was going toe to toe with is 6'4 and about 235 so biologically speaking he had a clear advantage that even in my drunken stupor was obvious but I'm no lightweight and we went shot for shot till we were tied at 28 drinks on the night when we decided to call it a draw. I didnt stop throwing up till 9 o clock the next night so I'm pretty sure I had alcohol poisoning however I still can recall the entire night in surprising detail...

 

[Catfood220]

So many times. But two standout in my head as the drunkest I have ever been.

The first was when I was in college when I was 18 or 19 and I had no lessons so I was stood outside drinking cider with my ex girlfriends brother. We finished one bottle and decided to get another, I didn't feel that drunk at that point so another one seemed like a god idea at the time. It wasn't.

Apparently I collapsed and the next thing I know I'm being dragged across a field by some people who know me and they take me, to all places a pub. I manage to get to the toilet and spend about 30 minutes puking and just leaning on it. I finally find the strength and balance to get myself outside and someone has called the Police whose questions amazingly I managed to answer with what was I thought was great clarity. Their main concern was that I was underage and so wasted. With the worst of it over I go back into the pub and sit on the sofa while friends come and laugh at me while I see in tunnel vision, which was strange to say the least.

My mum had to come and pick me up and take me home. That did not go down so well.

The other standout moment of drunken stupidity happened at Download Festival 2006. We were waiting for some friends to get to the festival and we had spent most of the day drinking. Our friends turn up and quickly announce that they have a bottle of absinthe. My brother and I think that it would be a fantastic idea to drink this bottle of absinthe. It wasn't.

I don't remember a hell of a lot of what happened next. I know my brother was the first to fall and had to be carried back to the campsite by one of the guys we were with, which was quite impressive considering that he is not the lightest of people. The rest is...hazy at best. Apparently, we had gone to our friends camp which I started saying that this was not his camp. My friend, Kev, then made a phone call to complain to another friend about the drunken state I'd got myself into and apparently I ended up just saying drunken gibberish to him. Apparently we were going to checkout some entertainment that night, but by then my motor functions had quit on me and Kev who had been trying to carry me got pissed off because I was trying to hit him (I don't know or remember why) and so he ditched me. The next thing I know, someone was waking me up and I was down on my knees, I stumble to my feet and try to get back to my tent.

This is so much harder than I thought it would be, the easy route appears to be blocked by fencing for some reason, I have no idea if it actually was or it was me being a brain dead drunk. So I have to take the long way around, which is easier said than done because I keep falling over, but eventually, some how, impossibly I make it back to the tent that we are all sharing (after trying to get into a tent that wasn't mine) get the door open, fall over one more time, throw up and pass out. I wake up hours later with a headache that you would not believe.

Kev was not overly impressed with us the next day.

I have since stopped being a twat and drinking to excess, I have not been that drunk since that night.

 

[Amaury_games]

I've never really consumed alcohol constantly (only a glass of wine in some lunches or dinners with my father and grandfather, since that side of the family loves wine and I like it too; I like beer too, but it's not my main choice of drink with a meal). Also, seeing my sister getting drunk a few times and hearing a lot of her stories, I never envied people who got drunk (it seems like they can't control themselves or like to make a fool out of themselves, and I don't want to be either of those).
That said, at the end of January, my cousin had a meeting with close friends since she was leaving for Australia, for her Master's Degree. I was sadder than I thought I was due to my ex-girlfriend breaking up with me in last October and decided to figure out my alcohol limit. I guess it's not much, since it took 4 glasses of vodka and what I guess is almost 1 l of beer to have me puking on the bar's bathroom floor. Although I feel bad for being an idiot at an occasion that was about my cousin going away, it was very interesting to feel this happenning to me and now I know that when I'm drunk, I like to apologize a lot to people for ruining their evening and still have coordination enough to clean my own vomit off the floor with paper towel, so that the cleaning person doesn't have much trouble because of my stupidity. It could be worse. ^_^'
Even better, I got an awesome advice from my aunt that I'll always remember: "If you want to drink, drink when you're happy, and not when you're sad. Drink to celebrate and not to mourn."

 

[Galletea]

I believe it was one thursday, when I was at university. My housemate and I had declared drunken thursdays a necessity, and upon one of these occasions it started around 2 in the afternoon, about the time french class was on, we went to the pub called The Pub, and drank a bottle of wine each, and a guinness, chatting about the ladies, and music and so on and so forth. Next we went to the cocktail bar for a couple, which turned into a couple more, stopped off for a spicy burger at about 7 or 8 in the evening, and as it was to early to hit the nightclubs, we went back to the pub for another drink before eventually we went out to a nightclub and drank some more. Probably vodka and red bull, as it was the drink of the time, circa 2007 and possibly a few brightly coloured alcopops. Then for some reason we tried to run across half of the city, which was foolhardy. I awoke the next day with various minor injuries and a pulled shoulder. It was fun. Probably more so since I wasn't sick by some miracle. I couldn't do anything for two days afterwards, but still.

I no longer drink...but there was this one time I drank a single Alchopop and spent the whole night singing the Neon Genesis Evangelion opening song. My forum posts at the time were WEIRD X3

And now I'll be singing it, all evening.

 

[Silvanus]

Probably at this Rocky Horror/ Shock Treatment film/ drinking night about four years ago.

Either that, or at Uni, maybe clubbing (though I haven't clubbed very much, as it's usually pretty unenjoyable). Been waaaay too drunk a few times.

 

[Hambers]

Last time I was blackout, throw up drunk I adopted a surprisingly responsible attitude. Halfway through the night and having been too drunk to properly participate in the proceedings I decided it was best to try sober up. I decided the best way to do this was to leave my mates and sit atop a fire escape in a dark alley. This was while cops were roaming the streets and every bar or pub had you frisked on the way in.

Needless to say the police wanted a word with me. I thought I was being polite, compliant and maybe a little charming talking to them. I guess hanging around a dark alley isn't actually an offence. Checking the paperwork the next morning it turns out after they'd identified me as "Code - C White-Other" I self identified as "Code - J Pakistani" and they'd had to write it down. I'd always thought it was a stupid question to ask and I guess this time I acted on it. I'm lucky the cops were all white I guess.

But the most drunk I ever got was when I went from filling up a glass with vodka at a friends to waking up in a wheelchair with a needle in my arm, in another city. I still have no idea who got me that ambulance. I apoligised to my friend later that week and they had not one clue. But that is an embarrassing story.

 

[Relish in Chaos]

It was a couple months ago, in a small gathering at my friend's house. Even though I'd promised myself that I wouldn't drink that night (or at least, not too much), I was roped into playing the drinking game "Never have I ever" via peer pressure, and whadda y'know, they fixed it so I was the first one that got drunk. I ended up annoying the host by eating shitloads of his crisps and chocolate without his permission, but he got his own back by wedging me to the point that my boxers ripped and I spent the remainder of my night wearing a pair of plastic bags, while my friend drew penises on my face in Foundation and attached a bunch of pegs to my clothing. Additionally, I kept on asking one of my friend's girlfriends to show me her thighs, if it was all right with him.

I woke up the next morning with ketchup inside my trousers too. I wasn't sick, though. That happened one party afterwards, my friend's girlfriend's 16th (well, I guess she's my friend now too), where my friend said a good way to get sober was to put your finger down your throat and make yourself vomit. I did so, into the host's bathtub, and I didn't feel any more sober and had to be taken home in a taxi (it was pretty much the end of the party anyway, there were at least two people worse than me - one of them vomited on the carpet - and the host was fine with it).

In conclusion, whenever I get hammered, I always make a pledge to myself to never drink again. And then, at the next party, I just go "Screw it", get drunk anyway and, depending on what I drink and how much I drink (vodka and whiskey are baaad drinks for me), I have a brilliantly uninhibited rollercoaster of a time or a dizzy, bloated night of queasiness that I just want to throw into the dustbin of history.

 

[Kitsune Hunter]

Ah yes I remember it like it was yesterday, it was on 29th December 2012, and thinks weren't going well as during that time I was in the middle of revising for my university exams and I began to stress out. My friend then came around asking if I wanted to come up to his for a small party since his parents went away for the weekend. Once up there we started to play a drinking game known as Diamonds were you set 9 cards in the shape of a diamond and have to make your way to the other end, however you have to take a drink if you pick up a certain card, a jack is one finger, a queen, two, a king three and if you get an ace, you have to down the whole drink. I went first and after a lot of Magners and Budweiser, my stress was gone, but I got a little over confident and started insisting on playing more and more.

It went without saying, I got very drunk, to the point were I made my friends record a message to my sober self to get out more. At that point I decided to stop drinking for the night however my friend then thought it would be funny to spike my Coke with vodka. One hour later my head was spinning and I had to crawl my way to the toilet to be sick. After my friends left me home at 4 O Clock in the morning, my sister had to help me into bed and gave me a bucket to be sick in. The next day I experienced my first hangover and it was horrible, I couldn't leave my bed, my head was killing me and I missed a full day's worth of revision and as a result I have now cut down on my drinking.

 

[Flamezdudes]

Erm probably the first time I ever got drunk, in which I headbutted a table twice, fell over a few times and proceeded to go around everyone in the party shouting "Sprinkles!" at them and spreading imaginary sprinkles over their heads (this was because it was raining outside). I also was very hyper and happy.