Your worst drinking experience

[Amethyst Wind]

My worst was in university when I popped my Jäger-cherry. Subsequently vowed to abstain for the rest of my life after we ended up with one friend getting a massive scar on his forehead from going down the stairs, another mixing his meisters with crappy wine and soiling himself and me waking up with the worst hangover I've ever had and some random person in my bed (I literally had no idea who this girl was).

 

[Unsilenced]

First time drank heavily I passed out getting up from the toilet.

When I woke up I had... err... suffered the failure of a few critical muscle structures.

It made a mess.

Well, one time I came out as bisexual. Thanks a lot Jack Daniels...

I *tried* to come out as asexual while piss drunk.

It was not very effective.

 

[Unsilenced]

EDIT: Derppost.

 

[zelda2fanboy]

25 years old and NO horrible drinking stories! Yay for sobriety! I may be "missing out," but my lack of nauseating vomit stories, weeping openly, and public nudity all have nothing to do with a drug affecting my ability to reason. Just my own horrible choices and already poor sense of reasoning..... wait. :/

 

[Yuno Gasai]

For the most part, I've been quite fortunate when it comes to alcohol-induced escapades.

Spoiler: Cut for length.

My worst was probably one of the nights I went to Discord (an alternative club night in my area) with a group of my friends.

We'd all agreed to meet at Sainsbury's, buy some alcohol for pre-drinking shenanigans, go back to my friend's house to drink and play some drunk Guitar Hero.. All that fun stuff. From there, his mother had offered to taxi us back into town so we could go to the club.

All good, right?

I have no memory of leaving his house that night, although it's clear I did. I vaguely remember standing at the bar for a bit, then being in the taxi home, having an argument with the taxi driver, and then waking up the next morning. When I woke up, I realized I didn't have my bag, phone or keys on me. I became unconsolable with worry.

What actually happened?

I must've drank a little too quickly, but I left my friend's house with the others. We arrived at Discord, they thought I was fine, and left me to my own devices. Two of my friends later found me slumped at the bar, apparently falling asleep, and got me some water. They soon decided I was too drunk to stay out, and put me in a taxi - apparently not realizing I had left all my stuff at our friend's house. Thus, an argument with the taxi driver ensued, with him failing to recognize that I am not the type of person who puts herself in a taxi she knows she can't pay for. I think he must have eventually realized my sincerity because he obviously let me off without any police intervention. From there, I somehow found my way up to my flat, and my mother told me she let me in at 3 o'clock in the morning.

.. Yeah, never drinking that much - or that quickly - again.

 

[Verok]

My friend decided to go to a crappy party in town that another friend was throwing. I must have been in grade 11 and most of the kids there were grade 9-10 not many people showed up and it was in town so we had to be fairly quiet. I decided since it was a shitty party i would get drunk. I drank 6 or so beers in under an hour, i have been drunker before but have never drank that much that fast. The party was getting lame and so i decided to go home. I ate quite a bit before we went drinking and proceeded to throw up on my way home multiple times and even in my bed. I remember my friend was helping me into bed and right when i got comfortable i threw up all over my face. I don't think the hangover was that bad but it sucked that i had to clean my bed because of all the puke, it kinda hardened and was in my hair and pillow and everything.

 

[ChadSexington]

Well. I was fifteen, I'd only been drunk a couple of times before and my friend and I decided to have a bottle of jacks between us. I hadn't eaten all day and that was way beyond my limits. I knew this. We finished it off in about twenty minutes or so, I had more then him I think 'cause I was hogging it. Dick move yeah but I was fifteen. Anyway, I had very long hair at that point, I remember drinking and watching Kill Bill then I remember my friend holding my hair back as I threw up. I vaguely remember his mum coming home. Then I woke up, wearing my friends shirt and feeling a horrible mix of confusion and death. Apparently I threw up for about five hours.

Since then I've developed quite a tolerance, an annoying one though, I managed to finish a bottle of gin before going out then getting in to the bar. Kept drinking all night, it was a good night. Still, I can't drink whiskey anymore.

 

[White-Death]

I once drank my coffee when it was boiling hot.

 

[Svenparty]

This thread reenforces my current mission to find drugs that don't cause you to feel tired and ill. In a similar way to a hangover. God I wish speed pills were legal.

 

[FamoFunk]

The worse I can currently remember is when I just turned 18, my Nan had passed away a week before and I was pretty damn fucking depressed about it. So I decided to get shit faced with people to ease the pain.

I have no idea how much or what I drank, but I remember being in a club/pub toilet just spewing on the floor telling everyone they had no idea how I felt. Someone can in with a mop and kept trying to clean the sick up but it literally wouldn't stop coming out of my mouth.

A friend came and managed to get me in her car (while still spewing) and drive me to my parents house (I had to pay, a few days later, for her to get her car valeted because I was sick in it so much and all up the road from hanging out the window) She and others finally get me home when I'm sitting on my parents settee still throwing up and screaming at them about how shitty they were at being parents to me all these years and how they'd never compare to my Nan.

I was then put into bed which I was sick in all through the night and then woke up in inches deep in sick all over the bed and floor. My Boyfriend then came to pick me up to take us home and on the way he had to pull over the car every few hundred meters so I could open the door and be sick, I was also sick in our car, too.

I spend the whole weekend in bed, spewing, crying, in pain and feeling damn sorry for myself. It was highly unpleasant.

 

[The White Hunter]

Outisde; bottle of pre-made magaretas, half a bottle of spice rum and coke to go with it (half and half), 8 pints (UK pints) of lager, a full bottle (70cl) of amaretto, 2 litres of cider, a 70cl bottle of peach schnapps and X shots of whisky (I really started blacking out)

Anyway, after that, and probably more, I woke up at 4 am in a bush and dragged my carcass home and spent the next 3 days throwing up and half dead.

This was when I was 18.
I am now 20, 21 in October.

I now am crippled the day after by 7 440ml cans of 3.8% bitter. If this happened again I would die.

Don't start drinking kids, it's a slippery slope.

 

[Mr Fixit]

No real crappy experiences for me personally, I don't get hangovers no matter how much i drink, but one time i was having a good time in a hotel at a beach with a young lady that might not have been of "legal" drinking age. Well of course she tries to keep up with me drink for drink and ends up being ill all night long, anyway we are sitting out on the balcony, she is laying on my lap with her head in a trashcan dry heaving when the nice people in the room next door lean over thier balcony to ask if we are ok, they then tell us that if we need any help to let them know because they are all COPS!!!!!!

I was 24 & she was 19 at the time, but with the legal drinking age being 21...... I could have gotten myself some fines for sure. Turned out ok though the cops were drinking & partying too.

 

[The White Hunter]

Well, one time I came out as bisexual. Thanks a lot Jack Daniels...

Yeah I did the exact same thing, but thanks a lot Jim Beam > >

[Edit] I couldn't have come out to worse peoplee either, like friends of friends of friends who I was only drinking with because it was some chicks birthday and like 40 people were out. Ruined like 18 months of my life tbh.

Oh well. Tis all good now.

As for my previous post: I seriously remember nothing, not even getting up the day before.

 

[Crazy_Dude]

I was 15 at the time already used to some alcohol (Just a few beers) but when I drank half a bottle of Bacardi on a school trip just all went wrong.

I barely remember anything from that night but I do remember calling our teacher an asshole for not letting me enter the McDonalds cause he thought I would throw up. This brilliant action from my hungover head got me expelled for 1 day.

But that wasn't the worst part A few "friends" filmed me in my drunken mood. I was pretty shocked at how drunk I appeared and that I couldn't remember anything of it. But then they just had to send those videos accross the entire school... I was constantly reminded of my drunken actions for the next few school years.

 

[higgs20]

I would tell you but I'm in the fortunate situation of not remembering

 

[lettucethesallad]

Festival story time, girls and boys, gather round.

Summer of '07 I was away on a festival with some friends. At said festival I met up with my best friend's ex boyfriend. Now me and said ex boyfriend were really great friends, but he and my best friend weren't on speaking terms and it made me feel like the kid of divorced parents. So I go hang out with him and his friends, and when I get to their camp, they have a bottle of Jaeger there. "No-one here likes Jaeger, do you want it?" Did I ever.

Anyways, we sit down and have this really grown-up, rational conversation about how to solve the problem of them not talking so that we could all hang out together again. I'd already had a few before, so I was chugging from that bottle like it was water. My friend's friend later told me "You guys were amazingly sober sitting down. But the second you both got up..." Sledgehammer-to-the-head drunk.

Cue a 6 hour memory gap, then waking up in the morning in another tent, freaked out and confused. My friend's friend had been nice enough to look after me when I'd been a drunk ass-hat, but I still felt really shitty about it.

Kids, don't drink half a bottle of Jaeger straight. Just don't.

Capture: Just drive. I think the escapist is trying to get me killed.

 

[AnarchistFish]

Never really had a bad drinking experience. I often reveal stuff that's pretty personal but that's it. I never even throw up or get hangovers (literally never had one) although last Friday I did try to climb over onto the edge of a bridge, but I realised "maybe this isn't the best thing to do".

I have, however, heard a story of someone else on another site I go on who apparently got drunk and fell off a building from 5 storeys. Survived, but left a paraplegic.

 

[redisforever]

Hurrah for beer pressure

There, that's better!

OT: None, really. I'm 17, so not allowed by law yet. I do enjoy wine though, not a lot. My dad knows that it's probably better to get me used to alcohol now, so I don't do something REALLY dumb when I first try it outside of home. It doesn't usually have any real effect at all on me.

So, I'll talk about the first time alcohol had an actual effect on me.

Last Friday, I did get drunk for the first time, although I suppose it was more tipsy than drunk. It was the first day of Passover, and I ended up drinking half a wine bottle. This is a custom wine that my friend's dad gets bottled for him, so I don't know the alcohol content, but it's probably more than regular wine.

It wasn't an unpleasant experience, really. I just felt really relaxed, and then went to edit a YouTube video I'd filmed earlier.

I have a really fast metabolism, so it went away quite quickly, in about 30 minutes.

EDIT: Should probably mention, I'd barely eaten during the day, so that may have helped.

 

[Hugga_Bear]

On a mission to drink my sorrows away during a party with some old friends. There's a cute girl there who I met before, we hit it off and made out for a bit last time but nothing serious and I called it off the next day because I didn't want anything.

Still torn about what to do with my life I decide that getting with a pretty girl can't be a bad start so I get cracking. We hit it off again and everything's cool. Then I start hitting the serious drinks. Normally I never have an issue, I can drink my way through a bottle of spirit and still do the stand on alternate legs and recite the alphabet backwards rubbish (thank you practice (I get bored)). For some reason, I had an issue. I'd had a fair amount and ended up getting up a couple of times to go to the bathroom, feeling pretty sick. The 4th or 5th time this happens I refuse to get up, I'm clearly fine.

I throw up. Vomit is surprisingly fast and I failed to make a perfect seal around my mouth, instead pressurising the vomit at the few holes. That stuff gets around.

Needless to say I lost the girl, damaged a couple of friendships and was thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated.

The best experience involved waking up with no real memory of the night before and discovering that I got with a very attractive girl, made a LOT of friends (the FB requests was epic) and did it all with class, every photo of me is one of composure and epic awesomeness. I don't remember much but according to what I do remember, my friends recollections and the pictures I was a complete god that night.

 

[Chalacachaca]

Two sundays ago, I started drinking vodka at 9:00 am, and ended up having lunch at 3:00 pm. I only drank vodka and since there wasn't any food where I was, I ended up drinking without eating anything. So when I got back home I was a mess and I just crashed into my bed.
At 12:00 am I started puking and going back to bed, this kept up until 4:00 am until I realized that I was in big trouble, so I woke up my folks and they drove me to a hospital.
Turns out, I was suffering from high dehydratation and I was hypertense or something like that, I got better but now I don't want to drink anymore.

Not because I felt like I was dying, but because I can't live with the thought that I wasted medical items for a simple case of drinking too much.