How wasted have you ever been?

[King of Town]

I had a nice night that started out eating some mushrooms, getting smoked out in a Honad hatchback with windows that wouldn't roll down, then going to a party and splitting a fifth of e&j with my two friends. One of them woke up in the middle of the night pissed all over the floor , threw up and fell right into it an passed out.

Me and my other friend looked at each other in disbelief and walked home. Tripping is weird, we walked past a place that had moving vans and it seemed like we would never make it past there. Like there were millions of moving vans.

That night I drank half a can of sprite that people had been ashing their gigarettes in all night, and didn't even notice. I looked around and everyone was cracking up at me. I also jumped off the back of a jeep going like 10 mph yelling out Bonzai! Luckily it was into grass, but my clothes got messed up right before we walked into the party.

That was the most wasted I've ever been, and ever plan on being.

 

[Munch]

Booze-related:

Spoiler :

I've woken up on the bathroom floor too many times to remember. I'm a vomiter at heart, I get motion sickness quite easily, let alone sickness from alcohol abuse or alcohol followed by weed (which is a lot of fun but really tips me over the edge), so I'm a light-weight when it comes to drinking compared to everyone I know. The most wasted I've ever been on booze would have to be the night of twelve vomits. I drank half a bottle of some spirit - probably vodka - at home, and left the house in a complete state with my housemates. We walked to the metal club where I worked, which was our club of choice not least because I could get in for free. They sold the most disgustingly paint-thinner-esque cheap-o vodka there, which not even their rip-off irn-bru could mask the taste of. Nevertheless at £1 per double vodka (=50ml) and mixer it's all anyone in the club was drinking more or less. We drank these doubles and possibly a quadruple or two for the rest of the night and I was smashed, probably the most drunk state I've achieved without going over the edge. At some late stage of the night I wandered into the staff room, where some workmates were having a joint on their break. I grabbed some bread from the fridge and an apple and wandered back onto the dancefloor, waving them around like (or as) a tosser; several people came up to me in awe of my acquisition of basic food stuffs. I then promptly had to throw up, and did so in the staff room toilets, twice before I left the place. A friend helped me walk home, and I was sick three times on the way and once before bed. In the morning I was supposed to be travelling down to London for a gig, which I had carelessly forgotten about before getting destroyed that night. I was sick over and over again in the morning, and felt terrible of course. Then the kitchen flooded for some reason, just as my friend who was driving me to London arrived. Being the legend that he is, he cleaned up the kitchen while I was emptying my empty stomach. Then we hit the road, and I don't travel well. Before we even left the city I had to get out and throw up on a street corner. It was a cold morning, and there I was in a jumper and jeans, leaning against a concrete column, shivering next to a steaming pile of warm sick. I've never felt more like what I imagine a heroin addict feels like in my life.

Non-booze:

Spoiler :

It should go without saying that weed alone doesn't make me sick, neither do shrooms alone. However, being strictly on-topic, the most wasted I've ever been would be after seventeen and a half grams of shrooms from the shop near my old house at uni - while they were still legal to buy, of course. It was a fascinating experience, both hilarious and thought-provoking. Me and three friends drove to the peak district; me and one of them sat in the sun on a hillside for a while, just admiring the surroundings. The whole experience is just sensory overload, picking up all kinds of sounds from the surroundings and examining the minute details in things, like the lines on your palm or the intricacies of a leaf's texture, while your imagination takes over and runs at incredible speed, suggesting recognisable patterns in the clouds. Depth perception is incredibly challenging too: it was hard to tell whether the forest beneath me was reachable by hand, or if it even was a forest. After quite some time of sitting there on the hillside alone (and really comfortable), a goat walked into my field of vision in a kind of absurd 'enter stage left' movement. It stopped about 2 or 3 metres away from us, turned its head to look me straight in the eye and then promptly emptied its bladder, with a discernibly human look of shame in its eyes. Then it just walked off, leaving us to laugh it over. The other two guys had run off earlier because they thought they'd seen a 'cave' in the distance, although in that state your depth perception is so out of goose I wasn't surprised when they returned hours later disappointed that it was just a shadow.

 

[Abaddon]

Munch, thankyou. That second story just made me laugh. You should write more, I like the style you lead with )

 

[Sidhe]

I got so wasted I couldn't walk or even move much. Only once and never again, mostly I just get plastered and do stupid things, like falling off a wall backwards onto my head.

 

[Erik Mesoy]

never drink, so i guess i'll leave (with my healthy liver)

That makes two of us.

 

[oagersnap]

Nevertheless at £1 per double vodka (=50cl) and mixer it's all anyone in the club was drinking more or less.[/SPOILER]

Are you sure you don't mean 5cl? I think 50cl would be quite a lot for £1.

 

[Munch]

Are you sure you don't mean 5cl? I think 50cl would be quite a lot for £1.

It's a typo yes, but I meant 50ml. Same thing I know, but I'll correct it now

Munch, thankyou. That second story just made me laugh. You should write more, I like the style you lead with )

Thanks, I'll try and write up some more stories when the opportunity arises.

 

[Godwynn]

Back when I was young and dumb I drank to get drunk. I have better and more productive things to do now.

I think I've blacked out three or four times from alcohol. Won't happen again, though.

 

[RedRalph]

I've never been sick, but being Irish I've been very very drunk.

I went to my union's delegates conference a few years back in Tralle and drunk somethign approaching 20 pints and 5 or 6 RB&Vs. Also a few Js. I went compately mad, started pushing people for standing up for the Irish anthem, broke into the hotel kitchen and started emptying all the drawers full of cutlery, etc and throwing it around the kitchen (this was at 4 in the morning). then I went up to the room I was sharing with a mild-mannered 60 YO man I had never met before, woek him up by pounding him on the chest really hard and saying "come on, lets find someone to beat up"

 

[Munch]

I went up to the room I was sharing with a mild-mannered 60 YO man I had never met before, woek him up by pounding him on the chest really hard and saying "come on, lets find someone to beat up"

That sir is why alcohol is legal.

 

[RedRalph]

That sir is why alcohol is legal.

Worst thing was I HAD to stay the entire next day for voting etc. I was mortified, basically hid in my room for most of the day

 

[CaptainF]

I've never been sick, but being Irish I've been very very drunk.

I went to my union's delegates conference a few years back in Tralle and drunk somethign approaching 20 pints and 5 or 6 RB&Vs. Also a few Js. I went compately mad, started pushing people for standing up for the Irish anthem, broke into the hotel kitchen and started emptying all the drawers full of cutlery, etc and throwing it around the kitchen (this was at 4 in the morning). then I went up to the room I was sharing with a mild-mannered 60 YO man I had never met before, woek him up by pounding him on the chest really hard and saying "come on, lets find someone to beat up"

Golden!

 

[Oruc]

I've never been sick, but being Irish I've been very very drunk.

I went to my union's delegates conference a few years back in Tralle and drunk somethign approaching 20 pints and 5 or 6 RB&Vs. Also a few Js. I went compately mad, started pushing people for standing up for the Irish anthem, broke into the hotel kitchen and started emptying all the drawers full of cutlery, etc and throwing it around the kitchen (this was at 4 in the morning). then I went up to the room I was sharing with a mild-mannered 60 YO man I had never met before, woek him up by pounding him on the chest really hard and saying "come on, lets find someone to beat up"

Sounds awesome wish I was there (never heard of Tralle though)

 

[RedRalph]

Whoops, that should be Tralee (co Kerry)

 

[holy king]

I've never been sick, but being Irish I've been very very drunk.

I went to my union's delegates conference a few years back in Tralle and drunk somethign approaching 20 pints and 5 or 6 RB&Vs. Also a few Js. I went compately mad, started pushing people for standing up for the Irish anthem, broke into the hotel kitchen and started emptying all the drawers full of cutlery, etc and throwing it around the kitchen (this was at 4 in the morning). then I went up to the room I was sharing with a mild-mannered 60 YO man I had never met before, woek him up by pounding him on the chest really hard and saying "come on, lets find someone to beat up"

so, did you go and find someone to beat up with the old man?

 

[RedRalph]

so, did you go and find someone to beat up with the old man?

No, I got distracted by something, thank god... I'm a fairly big bloke and can look after myself but I am not the typem who starts fights at all (couple of times excepted)

 

[shakeythedrunk]

I called a friend of mine out for a fight when I was drunk.
I'm about 140 pounds he is about 210..and ain't any of it fat.
So I called him out and took a swing at him. The effort of throwing the punch carried me down.
He helped me up so I took another swing.
I fell down again.
He helped me up again.
I passed out.

 

[Abaddon]

Lol, a suitable username for this thread!

 

[eastsidebagel]

My opening gambit when i started college this year was to drink a bottle of vodka, pull three different girls, and wake up in bed with a fourth..an remeber non of it! Sure fire way for everyone to know who I was!!!!

You've earned my respect for that, Abaddon. I've never experienced such a beginning of a new day after an alcohol-laden night though, but I imagine it must be very sweet.

 

[Oruc]

I randomly punk when I'm drunk god only knows why.