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inspired by the alcoholism thread, I thought it would be interesting to gauge each other's biggest drunken escapade. That could mean the most you drank, the silliest thing you did, the worst hangover. Whatever you quantify as being the worst/biggest alcohol related incident in your life.

Here's my own:

First term of the first of uni. Just finished my first really big piece of coursework and decided to have some celebratory drinks. Having tried tequila for the first time the week before (I led a sheltered life of only wine and lager before uni), we decided to make it the drink of choice for the evening.

Copious quantities of the evil liquid were purchased and consumed as part of a drinking game. I personally consumed the better part of a whole bottle, along with a heck of a lot of salt and lemon juice.

This was only the pre-going out drinks, before we descended on a bar and started mixing in pints of stella along with tequila chasers.

I managed to continue to feel surprisingly 'with it' in spite of the unbelievable quantity of alcohol I had consumed.

Moved on from the bar having now had almost a whole bottle of tequila, 6 pints of stella and 6 more tequila chasers.

We landed onto a nightclub. Here there were bottles of WKD Blue on special offer at £1 each. Whilst some wanted to follow these with yet more tequila chasers, the eventual consensus was that they would be enough by themselves.

Drank 1 of these, went to the bar to order another, and can't remember a thing after that. No idea how I got home or what happened.

Woke up the next morning feeling indescribably ill. Immediately ran to the bathroom and had to vomit to the point when I couldn't even bring up stomach acid - something which would have been a contender for the worst experience of my life were it not for the fact that this would happen on 4 more occasions during the day.

Mixing that along with my general feeling of dehydration and the pounding headache I had, not made any better by the fact that I couldn't rehydrate myself because nothing at all would stay down, I truly felt like I was going to die.

After that day, the hangover went into a second day, although I felt more 'with it' generally my head still hurt and I couldn't keep down anything more than dry toast and boiled water.

In all, it was the better part of a week before I felt fully recovered from the incident, and even today (almost 3 years later actually) I still retch at the mere sight of a Tequila bottle.

Although I do actually believe I've felt more drunk (inspite of the volume of alcohol involved) the severity of the hangover has set an as yet unbeaten record for my 'most drunk' experience. Not really something I ever want to return to either.

Two occasions stick in my mind.

1) The growing-up session: Usual situation, parents were on holiday, teenager is looking after the house. I invited some friends around for a full-on party. It was great because the parents house is detatched and their neighbours are 5 mins walk away. So the music was blaring, but things were quite calm.

After a few drinks, things got silly. A girl who I worked with at the time, got a pint glass, and decided to pour a different spirit or whatever into this glass until it was full. There must have been about 8 different spirits and other weird stuff in this cocktail.

So guess what my dare was? To down the pint!! Well I decided to go for it, except I had about 3 mouthfulls, before falling straight down vertically onto the floor.

I woke up NEXT MORNING, baring in mind I had this drink at about 10pm when the party was in full swing, and a few people I wasn't really sure of being in my parents house.

Apparantly I had been out cold, and they'd even thought about phoning for an ambulance at one point. And thank god there were some sensible friends there, keeping an eye on the house for me. The only thing that was damaged, was the dining room table which had a slight scratch on it. But with a well-placed vase, this seemed to go un-noticed when my parents got back.

I vowed never to get that drunk again, but seemed to get quite close to it a few weeks back...

2) The trip to Newquay: A group of us from work decided it would be a good idea to spend Saturday night in Newquay. I was well up for it. Now it's quite a long drive down to Newquay in the mini-bus, so we all agreed we'd take some alcohol with us.

Except I decided to drink half a bottle of vodka mixed with coke on the way TO Newquay. I don't drink that much nowadays, and boy did it go to my head. The state I arrived at Newquay in, was kind of how I wanted to be at the END of the night.

I have such vague memories of being down there, it's quite scary. I don't know what I was doing for the best part of 4 hours. Apparently I'd made it into a club with the rest of them, but then disappeard. Now I THINK I may have got thrown out, as I have very vague memories of trying to get back in, but being turned down by the doorman. But that's all I remember, I was in a town that is very unfamiliar to me.

I think I must have crashed out on the beach or something, and sobered up slightly, because amazingly, I made it back to the mini-bus at the correct time.

Has anyone else had nights that they just don't remember? I seem to have had a few in the last few months. I got thrown out, but very respectfully, of a club for being asleep last month. I remember going in, just, and can remember being escorted out, but what I did in the club is anyones guess.

I'm never violent though, and I never shout, in fact I remember the 'bouncer' laughing at me, as I was thrown out. I say some real daft things and am a big softy when I'm drunk.

God... I've rambled on a bit here haven't I... must be a subject I'm very familiar with. Anyway... I better get some sleep.

nodnirG kraM wrote:I once had half a glass of lemonade shandy.

Oh my god!

Once in year 9, as a Christmas present, my mate gave me a box of cherry liqueur chocolates. I promptly ate half of them during registration, but forgot the fact that doing so would make me smell of alcohol for the rest of the day. So I spent the whole day refusing to open my mouth near any teachers, and fielding questions from friends about whether I was an alcoholic.

I'm not, by the way.

I don't get drunk often, but when I do, I do it in true "drunken idiot" style. For example I'd fall on the floor in a fit of hysteria once I've reached the just-about-drunk mark, get up, and start a strange conversation with whoevers online. Ison was last nights victim.

The end result? I now have a fear of the conversation history feature in messenger, and I feel about as bad as these emoticons look.

So yea, I think last night was the highest point of my "alcoholic life" so far.

One night at a company "happy hour", I had (as I recall):

- four Guiness
- three shots of Jägermeister
- a whiskey sour
- a Harp ale

And discussed the benefits of wireless networking in the car ride home.

Has anyone else had nights that they just don't remember? I seem to have had a few in the last few months.

Not in the immediate past, but over the last year or so I've had quite a few incidents like that. My present Plymouthian watering hole is The Dog & Duck (for the benefit of Fusionlad: not the one on Mutley Plain, but the backstreet one in Ashley Place off of North Road West). Aswell as the properietors posessing pictures of me wearing...very little (a very long story) many's the night (or rather the morning) that I've woken up in the pub, usually very quickly being invited to view the CCTV footage of my actions that led to my not making it home.

I got thrown out, but very respectfully, of a club for being asleep last month. I remember going in, just, and can remember being escorted out, but what I did in the club is anyones guess.

The only place I've been thrown out of was also done in a very 'respectful' way. Whilst out at The Roundabout pub in Plymouth (again, another first term of first year of uni incident), my friends decided to call it a night whilst I decided to stay on by myself (since at the time I only lived 100 feet up the road in the uni halls). Following a concerned phone call from my flatmate wanting to know where I was, I returned to the bar to find two bouncers standing where I was standing. As soon as I approached my old standing spot they immediately said 'I think you've had enough to drink, mate' and gently (although I got the feeling that any disagreement with them would result in 'moderate force' being used) removed me from the pub.

I remember being so drunk that I could not get out of bed so I moved my head and yaked on the floor.

I lost a drinking game that was fixed... drank an obscene amount of gin and vodka, puked 4 times, don't remember half the night but apparently I walked through the kitchen in my pants and I also managed to fall into a shower.

Ooh... a Classic Interface user I see.

I once had a can of shandy, thats it.

martindtanderson wrote:I once had a can of shandy, thats it.

what, a whole can?