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Getting Drunk
-tequila is muy mal and reminds me of "lilo and stitch". me and my friend were doing shots and talking about how it's cool that they made an asian movie character. also it reminds me of the first time i read 100 bullets (when i was hanged over)
-vodka reminds me of a girl and orange juice
-beer reminds me of my drunk friend pissing in the ladies room and apologizing to the bartender (which had no clue what he was talking about)
-everclear reminds me of a party in an empty apartment with crackheads smoking upstairs. oh and twins.
ahhh memories….
personally I think alcohol is pretty lame. I mean, is it that awesome to have less hand-eye coordination?
I personally like to be as in-control of my actions as possible… also, when I'm drunk I just get sleepy. So, sure, it feels great to curl up in bed, but me falling asleep all over the place puts quite the damper on social events.
And as far as taste is concerned, beer tastes like death. I don't understand how people can drink that shit! Honestly, I can't even have a sip. (although vodka is tasty, as is whiskey… and of course, a staple for any Spanish household, sangria!) nonetheless, I'm not a big fan of surpassing my limits. – it only reflects poorly on one's character.
(although lots of times people think I'm drunk when I'm not… it's kind of sad, but I suppose it's a testament to my disposition.)
I only ever got drunk - and I mean way passed the buzzed stage and into the "Oh God, I'm gonna' be sick" phase once, my freshman year of college.
I mean, to be fair, it was late April, and classes were canceled because there were 4 feet of snow on the ground or something ridonculous like that. Having stayed up all night to see if classes were canceled at 6 am, I fell asleep, woke up aorund 3 in the afternoon, looked outside, saw a huge pile of snow outside my window, got online, and told my friend
"I'm a little worried it might be the end of the world."
His reply?
"Wanna get drunk?"
And so, 4 of us began to do shots of vodka, and put away about a handle or 2 of cheap ass vodka.
And I didn't bother to eat.
So, later that night when we all went out to LARP it was quite an experience. The cold really makes you think you're sober when you're totally not. And then going iside where it's really warm kind of makes you not want to move.
One of my friends was playing Wind Waker, and I discovered if I kept my head at a certain angle, the room didn't spin quite so much. I then decided that the bathroom was probably a better place for me to be, so I went there, and put my head on the floor because it was a lot cooler.
No one knew I was in there, until they opened the door and it slammed me in the head.
But, that was the drunkest I ever got. Such was my resolve to not get sick, I didn't throw up. Though, thankfully, there wasn't any vodka left to drink, or else I probably would have been doing more shots.
I'm pretty sure I wasn't speaking coherently either.
Ah well, youthful stupidity.
Consequences?
My roommate talked a lot and had a pretty high pitched voice, and didn't realize a hang over headache could last a very long time - 'specially if it's your first.
I can't drink vodka straight anymore without gagging. I'm able to tolerate it in a mixed drinks now, but taste avoidance - no vodka ever again I suppose. Which isn't a horrible thing, since it tasted nasty to begin with.
I think I hurt my knee that night.
I think other people tel better drunk storied than I do - because I don't so fun stuff when I'm drunk. I just THINK I'm hilarious. It's when I'm buzzed and around my friends when I'm actually hilarious, I've been told.
I think people are thinking too much about this.
I drink about once every month (mostly beer), drink enough to get nicely drunk (for me, about 4 bottles - I'm a real lightweight :D ) and then enjoy myself!
There's not really that much more to it than that. You just…don't drown yourself in alchohol!
Oh, and tequila is good too. But in small, infrequent doses. It remembers much better than it drinks!
First party at uni (university), and all the people there were new to me. I started with eight cruisers, but I didn't feel drunk enough, so I found about a quarter of a bottle of vodka and skulled it. Andrew saw me do this and said, "That's not gonna go down well." Ooh, he was right.
I went outside, fell on the floor and started rolling around and laughing like a maniac. And rolling, lotsa rolling. And someone called an ambulance and one of the paramedics called me 'sweetie' so I ended up swearing at them and wouldn't let them take me to the hospital (my parents would have killed me). So people carried me inside (they must have been strong, I'm a fat bastard) where I threw up on the carpet (and myself) and passed out.
I didn't really remember much of this, so I wake up the next day, on the couch, smelling of puke, there's a big red stain on the carpet (it's my cruiser coloured vomit) and a bandaid on my finger.
So I say, "Why's there a bandaid on my finger?"
And the response is, "That's from when the paramedics checked your blood." I had no recollection of that, I thought he was kidding. I also thought that my puke was just a spilled drink, I didn't remember throwing up either.
Hahaha, I threw up on my nice new friend's carpet, which he cleaned because I could barely move, had an ambulance at his house, caused a general disturbance and swore at everyone, and he had to kinda make sure I didn't hurt myself by accident, and now we've been going out for almost six months. I totally wooed him with my drunkeness.
well on one of my out of my own house parties (those are the better ones :P), we got a keg and had several drinking games, the beer was horrible, but the games were fun. In the end i was so drunk i… think i couldnt walk strait and went around daring people to colour my whole body orage or something wierd like that. i cant remember anything else…
when i woke up and rang my friend i was shocked to find out that the whole night i was drinking non-alchaholic beer…
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no… sorry, that whole story is a lie… the only time ive had a funny drinking experience was going around stealing beers for all my friends at a new years party… surprisingly enough i was the only one who seemed to feel any effects… but i hadnt been drunk prior that so i don't know if i got drunk or just really got into the mood…
drinking tally: 2 cups of highly alchaholic champaigne and tequila fruit punch (when your my age you take anything you can get) and 3-4 beers or so… but actually i don't like beer… but as i said… i took anything i could get…
conclusion: spent an hour making a sparkler bomb and another hour dancing the year away… the sparklerbomb was a dud… drunken bombmaking aint a good hobby…
i like cheese :P
Picture the scene: A callow English youth (about 17) going away for a week's skiing tuition in the south of France. Gets on the coach at college, downs 7/8 of a bottle of Southern Comfort before even getting to Weymouth. Lunch consisting of egg mayo sandwiches comes rapidly back to haunt him… and everyone else on the bus for that matter… suddenly realises that he has inadvertently reserved himself that one seat on the bus for the whole of the next week. By gods, did it reek - even after I'd tried to clear it all up when I'd sobered up!
I swear that even the smell of SC fair turns my stomach to this day. Yeuchh!
Other then ones loseing my shose on a new years night (dont ask i dont know) i dont have any drinking stories.
I have the most ramdon alchol tolirents ever
well to evrthing other then white sambuca with is why i drink it
Only lest week i beat two big baker men in a drinking costents (a mix of russain voka, soth and abesent)it wride! The fun that was had.
Light wights have it lucky!
My most recent story involves the Marine Corps and some PT time.
All of the Sergeants at the RSS were told to make sure we felt like crap in the morning. We stayed up until 5am boxing and drinking. They put a PFC in charge of making sure we were trashed by morning. The whole night he kept making us form up and recite General Orders. If we got one right we had to do 10 pushups, if we got one wrong we had to take a drink. We also went over a lot of MCMAP. We finally went to sleep, like I said around 5, then had to get up and be at the station ready for PT at 8 am, so about 2 1/2 hour of sleep. We got to do a three mile in the wind and cold while many still had the alchohol in their system. I didn't drink as much, because I actually studied the shit I need to know, but we were all still pretty gone.
As for advice: get a quart of Gatorade. Besides water drink 1/2 of the quart before you start drinking and 1/2 before bed. It will help dodge the hangover beast by keeping you hydrated so you have to rehydrate less.
The first time I got real shitfaced was at my buddies kegger. It was cool, because it was his party and I was a "vip", meaning free beer and other…substances. (Probably one of the few people I can relate to in this god awful state I'm in, too bad he lives hours away.). Anyways, the party raged on yadda yadda. I passed out on this chair. I get up around 4 or so to piss, and I return to see that one of my other pals stole my sleeping spot. So I lay on this mattress thingy and notice the glass breaking below me, and my hand hurting. I don't really give a shit and go to bed.
I wake up to find my hand had been sliced open and was in this pool of dried blood. I wrapped it up in some paper towels and walked around a big city that I didn't know for 3 hours looking for a mcdonalds (I hadn't eaten in a long time, badnews when you drink. Drinking on an empty stomach is badnews) in the freezing rain really early in the mourning. I return to the house after finally getting some snacks, remove my towels, and just chilled out until the rest of the people awake.
I still have the scar.
I don't really drink much though. I have plenty of stoned stories though XD
My good, good friend was moving out of Town, and so was his sister, my love interest of sorts right then. The moving party was crazy, we even had fireworks. To make a long story short, I woke up with memory's of my hair ablaze and a new scar over my eyebrow. It's still there but it's healed up nicely, and the only part of my hair that actually went MIA was the bangs covering my right eye. So my hairs fine too. ^^;
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