On the last show, we tossed out our question of the week. So without further ado, here it is…
Face it.. and be honest. Almost everyone has had a drink at one point or another… and almost everyone who’s had a drink has gone overboard at one point or another. That’s what we want to hear… when were you at your worst? We’d like to hear your answers… we’ll give our answers as well on next week’s program.
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This one is from @Helzerman (Don’t know who this person is but he/she responded to the RT: “Straddling a cliff (really a li’l hill) on Schnaps nearly falling to my death (!) (ie risking a skinned knee) as a teen.”
My answers: My girlfriend and I went to a party an hour drive into Long Island. We bought a bottle of Aftershock. That drink is nasty going down but it leaves a great aftertaste. Anyway, people were afraid of drinking it. My girl and I decided to drink it and finish the entire bottle.
We head home two in the morning even though none of us were in any condition to drive. Surprisingly we made it back to our neighborhood alive. However, last thing I remember, I was two minutes away from home. I don’t remember parking her car, walking her home and walking back to my place. That was the first and last time I ever blacked out.
Other experiences before was getting drunk from Jägermeister or rum and coke between classes when I went to St. John’s. I was always yelling at this one professor to show us her tits every time she looked away from the class. She didn’t know who was doing it. I don’t consider that bad because I was always aware of what I was doing. And at the very least remembered my actions when I sobered up. Not knowing what happens after you drink scares the shit out of me.
Interesting question boys.
It was a LONG TIME ago but has left it’s mark every since. I was “drinkin’” with the boys and I think the contest was a never ending attempt to win the “I can drink more than you asshole.” Well I am not sure who even won the contest. The only thing I can remember is that I woke up in the middle of a large hedge bush about 4 in the morning. Of the 6 people enjoying this test of manhood fell asleep that no one knows, 2 others were found in various gardens and vegitation, one was found in the middle of a neighbors lawn and I think the pussies that started the game were sleeping quietly at their own homes.
All I know now is that I know where that bush is located and can’t remember when the memory was swallowed up with the booze. It was RUM and to this day cannot stand the smell of the shit.
In follow up chats over the years different scenarios are mentioned but the fact I woke up in a hedge with scratches all over my legs and back and two others were in a mud pit remain real and the fact that we never went that far again, future blackouts never occurred as I have never been that drunk since.
In 2001. 18 years old. Living in san diego. Decided to go celebrate my graduation with a few of my friends down there on the night before i was supposed to fly home for graduation. We went to Tijuana, Mexico. We parked on the US side, and walked across. I remember the bar. It was “texas” themed. It was upstairs, and we (3 girls and 2 guys) sat at a table on the deck in a corner.
I was the “brave” girl, so i decided to go shot for shot with one of the guys after drinking for about 4 hours. There was a table of Marines next to us that we had been talking to. Towards the last few shots, the other two girls with us took off, so one of the guys went off to find them. After the last shot of 151, my friend went off to help with the girls, and when i went to get up, I couldn’t find any of my friends, so i went downstairs to find a pay phone, to call the kid that lived next door to me, who had told me he’d pick me up if needed. I had a calling card, so I started punching numbers into the phone, completely forgetting I needed a “country code” The operator started yelling at me in spanish. I *still* don’t know spanish, so I started beating the phone with the receiver, and the police saw me. I was screaming and crying and still trying to whack the phone, so the arrested me for being drunk in disorderly. IT was AWFUL. I thought they’d really take me to jail, until the Marines from early saw me, and came over and said that I was with them. They ended up getting me out of it, and walking me back across customs, and I remember going through customs screaming about how much i hated mexico, and was never going back.
Then approximately 3 hours after leaving Tijuana, I was on a nonstop flight from San Diego to boston. WE sat on the runway in SD for about 2 hours. That was THE.WORST.FLIGHT.EVER.
2008 Memorial Weekend. Venom kept giving me drinks and it was over lol. Throwing up in the toilet and I passed out on someone’s bed. BEST NIGHT EVER! LMAO! j/k. But it was fun.
at 1:36am July 13—via Facebook
i went to a party and i ended up drinking a lot ended up throwing up on my girlfirned
This happened a couple years ago. I was in Baltimore and I always get the most trashed then because I don’t have to drive, my friend Paul always does. So we went clubbing and my friends just kept buying me drinks (they like to get me wasted since it hardly happens). I remember some stuff and then others I have no recollection of. Like dancing like a mad woman, demanding if people “loved my LAMB?!” (Gwen Stefani purse) and loosing my stiletto sandal I remember but puking all over he hotel room – no recollection of what-so-ever. It was bad but also kinda good cuz I don’t remember the bad parts ha!