A Booze-Related Story!! - Page 3

Bumper · 01-11-2005

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Originally Posted by Rissask

Oh the FUNNY part- was that he has a partial plate (old hockey injury) and when I first found him he was clutching the plate in his hand. When I asked why, he slurred something about not wanting to puke and lose it!

Been there...done that...no foresight. As I fuzzily recall, it was an evening featuring a large crock of Lamb's Navy rum being passed around in a sauna at about 2:00 AM, followed by a bout of projectile regurgitation. Picture me up to my elbows in the well-filled commode fishing for the plate. If I hadn't been ill up to that point, the denture recovery process would have done it.

Rissask · 01-11-2005

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Hmmmm....THAT story brings one my mom told me to mind. Apparently at a very young age I managed to get to her bottle of Taboo perfume and drank the entire contents!

I slept it off and reportedly was VERY "sweet smelling" for several days afterward. These were the days before poison control centers, and parents didn't get too worked up about these sort of antics!

Yeah, those were the days! Amazing we survived.

My Mom, for the record was horrified I got into the wine, she was not really impressed her five year old daughter was pissed to the gills.

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Been there...done that...no foresight. As I fuzzily recall, it was an evening featuring a large crock of Lamb's Navy rum being passed around in a sauna at about 2:00 AM, followed by a bout of projectile regurgitation. Picture me up to my elbows in the well-filled commode fishing for the plate. If I hadn't been ill up to that point, the denture recovery process would have done it.

So he likely knew from experience to take the plate out! Too funny.

TEX · 01-11-2005

Well, my story was way back in high school when I was 16. We were at a party at some kid's house and I was drinking anything I could get my hands on. Mostly MD 20/20, "pashion potion" I believe was the flavor. Anyways, by 9pm I was "shitty drunk" and my "buddies" thought it would be funny to wrestle me down and steal my shorts.
They then proceeded to load me into back seat of my best friend's 1970 Camaro, (that was a sweet ride) and head down to downtown Mesquite and "cruise Galloway" a main strip in my hometown where all the high school kids would hang out and "cruise" up about a 2 mile section of the street and back again just to show off their hot rods and lowrider trucks. Well, once we arrived my shorts went out the window and were passed from vehicle to vehicle for a good portion of the evening..... Last time I saw those shorts was in a bright orange Chevy truck, I think......

The worst part of the night was having to go home and explain to my parents why I was coming home drunk in my underwear.......

Needless to say, I was grounded for 6 weeks

Big Kahuna · 01-11-2005

I have plenty of drunken stories but this is the one I will put in for the world to see.

A male friend of mine I had not seen in a long time and I went out for dinner, drinks and some dancing. His wife was in Michigan visiting family. As soon as he got married his wife decided we couldn't be friends anymore. On the rare occasion that she traveled without him we took the opportunity to catch up on things. He picked me up at my parents house, came in to say hey to the folks (who also never got to see him...BITCH!) and we headed to Highland Park to Cafe Pacifica. We sat at the bar and had multiple martini's for an hour or so before moving to a table for dinner. I was having a great time catching up with him and already feeling no pain. We were seated at "His" table and he ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon; He is part owner of NBC stations throughout Texas so money wasn't an issue. Needless to say we had two bottles of Dom Perignon. I was looped! We left the restaraunt and headed for a local dance club called "Fast & Cool". We proceeded to have more martini's...Geeze...what was I thinking? We danced quite a bit and then left for home. We no sooner got onto Greenville Ave. where the club was located and I got violently ill. Poor Guy...we were in his wifes Mercedes! I got sick so fast there was no time for him to pull over before I promptly threw up all over the car door, inside the armrest and all over the floor. He finally got pulled over and we BOTH threw up for what seemed like hours. I had thrown up all over my clothes, his shirt and he had gotten it all over his pants so we took off all of our clothes and we drove home naked. It was real interesting with me getting back into my parents house quietly...and naked!

He had to clean the car up before picking his wife up at the airport the next day. It was horrible. What a waste of good Vodka and Champagne. Oh Well, you win a few you lose a few. We do still keep in touch and on occasion still see each other...and his wife still hates me.

beachenit · 01-11-2005

These stories are great!!!!!!!
I have a few of my own, but they are not as good, (at least the ones I do remember)

Chuckkay · 01-11-2005

BK: If you think the wife didn't like you before, imagine what her reaction would have been if the two of you had been arrested or photographed or something verifiable, naked and drunk.

I have "explained" my way out of some pretty good scrapes, but I don't think there is a way to sell the platonic relationship angle to a jealous wife.

sctx · 01-11-2005

I was sooooooooooooooooooo drunk on New Years, someone sent me a shot of Cuervo Gold and I actually drank it

mckinzie · 01-11-2005

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Originally Posted by sctx

I was sooooooooooooooooooo drunk on New Years, someone sent me a shot of Cuervo Gold and I actually drank it

Tex,
I remember those cruising Galloway days.

Big Kahuna · 01-12-2005

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Originally Posted by Chuckkay

BK: If you think the wife didn't like you before, imagine what her reaction would have been if the two of you had been arrested or photographed or something verifiable, naked and drunk.

I have "explained" my way out of some pretty good scrapes, but I don't think there is a way to sell the platonic relationship angle to a jealous wife.

You are sooo right on that Chuckkay. It is a small miracle that we both didn't wind up in the hoosgow; naked as jaybirds. Just the smell in the car alone was enough to keep EVERYONE away.

TEX · 01-12-2005

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Originally Posted by mckinzie

Tex,
I remember those cruising Galloway days.

You weren't cruising in a bright orange lowrider Chevy were you, Kinz?.... If so, I want my shorts back!!!!!

mckinzie · 01-12-2005

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Originally Posted by TEX

You weren't cruising in a bright orange lowrider Chevy were you, Kinz?.... If so, I want my shorts back!!!!!

I'm afraid not Tex.
Besides they wouldn't fit you now anyway

E in DC · 01-12-2005

Some great stories, but I have to say BK's takes the cake. I haven't laughed that hard in weeks! None of my tales come close . . . and I thought I was a pro.

Thank you for sharing, BK!!

jx2 · 01-13-2005

This thread doesnt have to die just because BK told a good one.:p Heres a story about jsotherj, Ill probably get in trouble for this , but here goes anyway hehehe!! In 2002 i think it was we were staying at the Allegro AI in Playacar. We had a night planned in Playa and had never walked to town before( allways taken the taxi). Well just before leaving the resort we figured we would hammer as many as we could for free before our walk(tightwads we are). Well after about ten minutes of slow walking, chatting, we couldnt even see town yet. Well i had to go pee so i stepped out in a vacant lot a few steps and my friend joined me. Oh i should tell you we were with 6 other friends on that trip. He got some sort of stinging neddle plant on his legs it itched pretty good for an hour or so. You got it, as soon as the women saw the guys relieving themseves they had to pee also. My freind told them his stinging leg deal and they didnt want to step foot into that little jungle area. So a couple of minutes later they couldnt hold it anymore and had to go now!!. By then we were into some nice neighborhood area withh street lights all over. So three 37-45 yr olds find a spot and drop there pants, right there on a sidewalk on a corner in front of someones house. Now these are the acts that give us Americanos a bad name.

Sheristw · 01-26-2005

Lovin' the stories! My story begins when I was 16 years old. I was very naive and attended a private Catholic school my entire life. Ironically the only drinking I ever did was just wine out of the goblet at mass.

Well my older (17), wilder cousin comes to town to stay with us for a weekend while her parents are out of town and she talks my parents into letting me go out on a double date with her and her boyfriend. Up to this point I hadn't been allowed to date at all (very strict parents), so when they said yes........I was ecstatic! My parents even let us borrow their car for the night.

After grabbing some dinner we found ourselves milling around my small town bored with nothing to do, so my cousins boyfriend who had a fake ID came up with a great idea to get us a 5th of Jack Daniels (my stomach gets queasy thinking about it) to "liven up the night". I was a kid who never had candy suddenly let loose in a candy store!! After passing the bottle around and taking turns tipping it and drinking it straight (while driving around mind you) suddenly my cousin whips out a baggie from her purse with what looks like dried oregano. Yup. Pot. All I can say is the smoke was so thick in this car that I couldn't see the front seat from the back seat. The only thing that comes to mind is Cheech and Chong. I was a total goner by the end of the night. I don't remember anything. All I know is I woke up with mud clumped all over my pants (I was just thankful I still had my pants... period!!) clear up to my knees and one shoe missing.

The next morning I wake up to my dad in the kitchen saying........"Why are the car keys in the refrigerator?" Followed by.........."Where's the damned car??". Followed by "SHERI!!!!!!!!!" We had to go searching for the car. No idea how we got home, no idea where the car was or where our dates were. Eventually we found the car on an old country road about 2 miles from the house sitting out in the middle of a corn field covered in mud with corn stalks jetting out from underneath it and the back seat saturated with puke. Oh yeah and found my shoe too. Never did find our dates. haha My dad wanted to kill us. It was straight to confession for me!! Ah, the good ole times..........

beachenit · 01-26-2005

Sheri, I loved your booze story. It brings back many memories. I too was raised in a strick catholic house hold, so I can relate to eye opening experience of the first drunk and the parents surprise.
Like you said (aahh the good ole days)

01-11-2005	#34 (permalink)
Big Kahuna añejo Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: In a land far far away Posts: 1,590	I have plenty of drunken stories but this is the one I will put in for the world to see. A male friend of mine I had not seen in a long time and I went out for dinner, drinks and some dancing. His wife was in Michigan visiting family. As soon as he got married his wife decided we couldn't be friends anymore. On the rare occasion that she traveled without him we took the opportunity to catch up on things. He picked me up at my parents house, came in to say hey to the folks (who also never got to see him...BITCH!) and we headed to Highland Park to Cafe Pacifica. We sat at the bar and had multiple martini's for an hour or so before moving to a table for dinner. I was having a great time catching up with him and already feeling no pain. We were seated at "His" table and he ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon; He is part owner of NBC stations throughout Texas so money wasn't an issue. Needless to say we had two bottles of Dom Perignon. I was looped! We left the restaraunt and headed for a local dance club called "Fast & Cool". We proceeded to have more martini's...Geeze...what was I thinking? We danced quite a bit and then left for home. We no sooner got onto Greenville Ave. where the club was located and I got violently ill. Poor Guy...we were in his wifes Mercedes! I got sick so fast there was no time for him to pull over before I promptly threw up all over the car door, inside the armrest and all over the floor. He finally got pulled over and we BOTH threw up for what seemed like hours. I had thrown up all over my clothes, his shirt and he had gotten it all over his pants so we took off all of our clothes and we drove home naked. It was real interesting with me getting back into my parents house quietly...and naked! He had to clean the car up before picking his wife up at the airport the next day. It was horrible. What a waste of good Vodka and Champagne. Oh Well, you win a few you lose a few. We do still keep in touch and on occasion still see each other...and his wife still hates me. __________________ 2004 trip report - a lifetime ago EDSS photos Where is paradise... "It's in the tropics somewhere between the Port of Indecision and Southwest of Disorder, but no parallels of latitude or longitude mark the spot exactly...it's in your mind..."(Jimmy Buffett)

01-26-2005	#44 (permalink)
Sheristw into ruins Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: USA Posts: 73	Lovin' the stories! My story begins when I was 16 years old. I was very naive and attended a private Catholic school my entire life. Ironically the only drinking I ever did was just wine out of the goblet at mass. Well my older (17), wilder cousin comes to town to stay with us for a weekend while her parents are out of town and she talks my parents into letting me go out on a double date with her and her boyfriend. Up to this point I hadn't been allowed to date at all (very strict parents), so when they said yes........I was ecstatic! My parents even let us borrow their car for the night. After grabbing some dinner we found ourselves milling around my small town bored with nothing to do, so my cousins boyfriend who had a fake ID came up with a great idea to get us a 5th of Jack Daniels (my stomach gets queasy thinking about it) to "liven up the night". I was a kid who never had candy suddenly let loose in a candy store!! After passing the bottle around and taking turns tipping it and drinking it straight (while driving around mind you) suddenly my cousin whips out a baggie from her purse with what looks like dried oregano. Yup. Pot. All I can say is the smoke was so thick in this car that I couldn't see the front seat from the back seat. The only thing that comes to mind is Cheech and Chong. I was a total goner by the end of the night. I don't remember anything. All I know is I woke up with mud clumped all over my pants (I was just thankful I still had my pants... period!!) clear up to my knees and one shoe missing. The next morning I wake up to my dad in the kitchen saying........"Why are the car keys in the refrigerator?" Followed by.........."Where's the damned car??". Followed by "SHERI!!!!!!!!!" We had to go searching for the car. No idea how we got home, no idea where the car was or where our dates were. Eventually we found the car on an old country road about 2 miles from the house sitting out in the middle of a corn field covered in mud with corn stalks jetting out from underneath it and the back seat saturated with puke. Oh yeah and found my shoe too. Never did find our dates. haha My dad wanted to kill us. It was straight to confession for me!! Ah, the good ole times.......... __________________ Last edited by Sheristw; 01-26-2005 at 02:08 PM..

01-11-2005	#33 (permalink)
TEX añejo Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Rockwall,Texas Posts: 4,985	Well, my story was way back in high school when I was 16. We were at a party at some kid's house and I was drinking anything I could get my hands on. Mostly MD 20/20, "pashion potion" I believe was the flavor. Anyways, by 9pm I was "shitty drunk" and my "buddies" thought it would be funny to wrestle me down and steal my shorts. They then proceeded to load me into back seat of my best friend's 1970 Camaro, (that was a sweet ride) and head down to downtown Mesquite and "cruise Galloway" a main strip in my hometown where all the high school kids would hang out and "cruise" up about a 2 mile section of the street and back again just to show off their hot rods and lowrider trucks. Well, once we arrived my shorts went out the window and were passed from vehicle to vehicle for a good portion of the evening..... Last time I saw those shorts was in a bright orange Chevy truck, I think...... The worst part of the night was having to go home and explain to my parents why I was coming home drunk in my underwear....... Needless to say, I was grounded for 6 weeks

01-11-2005	#35 (permalink)
beachenit beachaholic Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: minneapolis, mn Posts: 391	These stories are great!!!!!!! I have a few of my own, but they are not as good, (at least the ones I do remember)

01-11-2005	#36 (permalink)
Chuckkay way into it Join Date: Dec 2004 Posts: 132	BK: If you think the wife didn't like you before, imagine what her reaction would have been if the two of you had been arrested or photographed or something verifiable, naked and drunk. I have "explained" my way out of some pretty good scrapes, but I don't think there is a way to sell the platonic relationship angle to a jealous wife.

01-11-2005	#37 (permalink)
sctx my own peon Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Body in San Marcos Tx....Tankah in my mind Posts: 37,180	I was sooooooooooooooooooo drunk on New Years, someone sent me a shot of Cuervo Gold and I actually drank it

01-12-2005	#42 (permalink)
E in DC beachaholic Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Washington, DC Posts: 486	Some great stories, but I have to say BK's takes the cake. I haven't laughed that hard in weeks! None of my tales come close . . . and I thought I was a pro. Thank you for sharing, BK!!

01-13-2005	#43 (permalink)
jx2 añejo Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Pac. NW. Posts: 3,997	This thread doesnt have to die just because BK told a good one.:p Heres a story about jsotherj, Ill probably get in trouble for this , but here goes anyway hehehe!! In 2002 i think it was we were staying at the Allegro AI in Playacar. We had a night planned in Playa and had never walked to town before( allways taken the taxi). Well just before leaving the resort we figured we would hammer as many as we could for free before our walk(tightwads we are). Well after about ten minutes of slow walking, chatting, we couldnt even see town yet. Well i had to go pee so i stepped out in a vacant lot a few steps and my friend joined me. Oh i should tell you we were with 6 other friends on that trip. He got some sort of stinging neddle plant on his legs it itched pretty good for an hour or so. You got it, as soon as the women saw the guys relieving themseves they had to pee also. My freind told them his stinging leg deal and they didnt want to step foot into that little jungle area. So a couple of minutes later they couldnt hold it anymore and had to go now!!. By then we were into some nice neighborhood area withh street lights all over. So three 37-45 yr olds find a spot and drop there pants, right there on a sidewalk on a corner in front of someones house. Now these are the acts that give us Americanos a bad name.

01-26-2005	#45 (permalink)
beachenit beachaholic Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: minneapolis, mn Posts: 391	Sheri, I loved your booze story. It brings back many memories. I too was raised in a strick catholic house hold, so I can relate to eye opening experience of the first drunk and the parents surprise. Like you said (aahh the good ole days)

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