In honor of St. Paddy's day I figured this could be a fun discussion, with some of the nutcases here. 
(of course I mean that in the best possible way )
Suprisingly I remember my nights; I don't really black out regardless of how many glasses of swill go in me. I guess I'll start:
Jager induced punching contests. Well, my friend took me out and told me to drink on his wallet. (I don't know if this was a good idea to start with). So, after a few shots of Jager(and Jagerschlagers and Liquid Heroin; aka Jager, Goldschlager and Rumple Minze), he tells me to sock him. I do, in the bar. After the second hit I regained my senses and didn't want to get kicked out. Fast forward to a couple more drinks and the walk(albiet swervy) to catch a cab. He tells me to sock him again.
Me: *whack! whack! WHACK*
Him: owwww....
I hope I didn't get him too bad.
Another good one had a cast of characters including two good friends from Jersey, a bottle of vodka, a bottle of Bacardi 151, and some coke. I housed some vodka, then about 4 shots of 151 straight before tossing it in coke. Didn't vomit, and was sober about 6 hours later; but before then it involved me wandering into the woods with my world spinning and my friend behind me going "Fen(name withheld to protect the guilty), Fen...this is the story that ends with "And they were never heard from again...'" I keep wandering, he goes with me so I don't put a stick in my throat. I babble incoherently for about an hour, eat a meatball sandwich later and am fine. My friend was baffled at the ability to burn off all that booze even thought he outweighed me. He was tipsy off two. The fact I was dropping lit ciggs on the carpet made it more apparent I should be outdoors and not inside.
One of those times you had to be there.
My third good one is my only instance of passing out. This involved me, another friend, some OJ and a liter of vodka. Said liter was gone between us in a half hour. I remember eating a bowl of cereal, listening to Decapitated, Bodom and Amon Amarth before watching porn on the computer, spitting into the air and waking up on the bed, no covers, the wrong way, covered in my own spit. Yes, this story has very little dignity but what the hell. I am not shy.
On the road with Marduk was fun; that involved Jager, Jack Daniels(of which their old singer Legion managed to pour on me after attempting to pour a shot of it in my mouth; not a lot got on my shirt at least), and beer donated by Darkane to show me how Swedes party. That was more a night of drunken band fun with me wandering onto the wrong tour bus and having the singer of Die Apokalyptichen Reiter attempt to draw my portrait on a snare drum.
And the final, least dignified story(but of course amusing to everyone else)
Me at a work party. Three words: FREE OPEN BAR. The bartenderess that night poured these HELLA big shots; at least doubles; if not a little more. Well, I start the night with a couple nice sized mixed drinks. Then came the Jameson shot; which was about two shots and then some taken at once. Then came the Jager. I counted three. (or 6 shots equivalent). My friend that I work with(who was nursing shots of iced Jager) said she saw me with a new shot in my hand about every 10 minutes that the bartender kept giving me. Of course, I was also housing a plate of hot wings...BAD idea. I fell asleep at the table after a long death metal discussion with co workers I didn't know had such good taste; then was stuffed in a cab, somehow gave directions home, fell out, and commenced vomiting onto the curb for about 10 mintues. get inside, fall asleep, wake up, and again. one more time in the morning. This is the ONLY time I have ever gotten sick. The final apparent tally: 8-14 shots and two mixed drinks in about an hour and a half. It was more like around 12; I don't think even I could do 14 in that time. And I had my BAC tested about 9 hours later...zero.
Ok, anyone else have any fun drinking stories to share? (For the record, I drink large amounts, have the title of town drunk, but never once ever had the need to 'hit' the bottle due to stress. I am one of those lucky ones, I guess, that drinks purely for amusement.)
of course, after I humiliated myself with that last story...i HOPE someone posts a good one!!!
(of course I mean that in the best possible way )Suprisingly I remember my nights; I don't really black out regardless of how many glasses of swill go in me. I guess I'll start:
Jager induced punching contests. Well, my friend took me out and told me to drink on his wallet. (I don't know if this was a good idea to start with). So, after a few shots of Jager(and Jagerschlagers and Liquid Heroin; aka Jager, Goldschlager and Rumple Minze), he tells me to sock him. I do, in the bar. After the second hit I regained my senses and didn't want to get kicked out. Fast forward to a couple more drinks and the walk(albiet swervy) to catch a cab. He tells me to sock him again.
Me: *whack! whack! WHACK*
Him: owwww....
I hope I didn't get him too bad.
Another good one had a cast of characters including two good friends from Jersey, a bottle of vodka, a bottle of Bacardi 151, and some coke. I housed some vodka, then about 4 shots of 151 straight before tossing it in coke. Didn't vomit, and was sober about 6 hours later; but before then it involved me wandering into the woods with my world spinning and my friend behind me going "Fen(name withheld to protect the guilty), Fen...this is the story that ends with "And they were never heard from again...'" I keep wandering, he goes with me so I don't put a stick in my throat. I babble incoherently for about an hour, eat a meatball sandwich later and am fine. My friend was baffled at the ability to burn off all that booze even thought he outweighed me. He was tipsy off two. The fact I was dropping lit ciggs on the carpet made it more apparent I should be outdoors and not inside.
One of those times you had to be there.
My third good one is my only instance of passing out. This involved me, another friend, some OJ and a liter of vodka. Said liter was gone between us in a half hour. I remember eating a bowl of cereal, listening to Decapitated, Bodom and Amon Amarth before watching porn on the computer, spitting into the air and waking up on the bed, no covers, the wrong way, covered in my own spit. Yes, this story has very little dignity but what the hell. I am not shy.
On the road with Marduk was fun; that involved Jager, Jack Daniels(of which their old singer Legion managed to pour on me after attempting to pour a shot of it in my mouth; not a lot got on my shirt at least), and beer donated by Darkane to show me how Swedes party.
That was more a night of drunken band fun with me wandering onto the wrong tour bus and having the singer of Die Apokalyptichen Reiter attempt to draw my portrait on a snare drum. And the final, least dignified story(but of course amusing to everyone else)
Me at a work party. Three words: FREE OPEN BAR. The bartenderess that night poured these HELLA big shots; at least doubles; if not a little more. Well, I start the night with a couple nice sized mixed drinks. Then came the Jameson shot; which was about two shots and then some taken at once. Then came the Jager. I counted three. (or 6 shots equivalent). My friend that I work with(who was nursing shots of iced Jager) said she saw me with a new shot in my hand about every 10 minutes that the bartender kept giving me. Of course, I was also housing a plate of hot wings...BAD idea. I fell asleep at the table after a long death metal discussion with co workers I didn't know had such good taste; then was stuffed in a cab, somehow gave directions home, fell out, and commenced vomiting onto the curb for about 10 mintues. get inside, fall asleep, wake up, and again. one more time in the morning. This is the ONLY time I have ever gotten sick. The final apparent tally: 8-14 shots and two mixed drinks in about an hour and a half. It was more like around 12; I don't think even I could do 14 in that time. And I had my BAC tested about 9 hours later...zero.
Ok, anyone else have any fun drinking stories to share? (For the record, I drink large amounts, have the title of town drunk, but never once ever had the need to 'hit' the bottle due to stress. I am one of those lucky ones, I guess, that drinks purely for amusement.
)of course, after I humiliated myself with that last story...i HOPE someone posts a good one!!!
