worst night ever

[shortkut]

as the title says, worst night of drinking ever

in short, i had 8 or 9 full shots of 100 proof (50% alcohol by volume) Southern Comfort in at the very most an hour and a half.

my metabolism shut down so much that the next day i got drunker as i woke up

[Alu]

I drank a pint (yes, pint) of goldschlager in 45 minutes.

[canadaguy]

We went on an out of town golfing trip and rented a condo between 6 of us. We hit it pretty crazy the first night out there. Not sure how much I drank at all, but I do know that I ended up passed the **** out in a bathroom. Woke up in the middle of the night, and in the process smacked my head on the bottom of the toilet (which I will tell you hurts ALOT). Literally dragged my self out of the bathroom, and onto a chair of some sort, which just so happened to be directly underneath an air conditioner on at full blast. It was a very cold miserable sleep.

We went to some small town restaurant for breakfast, and they served me the burntest coffee that I think has ever existed. Then we hit the course to pretty much start all over again.



FTR though the second night was much much nicer.

[The JoZ]

I got roped into a drinking contest one night.

Guy who is really skinny, and I was told at the time, "gets buzzed off three Coronas" challenged a guy who can hold his liquor so well, people actually trust him to drive a car while completely hammered. Skinny Guy was expected to have his ass handed to him, and everyone couldn't wait to see it.

I showed up just looking for booze and fun, but hey, contest, machismo, whatever it's all good.

Then, Liquor Guy called up at 10:30 to bitch out of the party. "I wanna spend time with my dad" he told the host. The host was pissed, and so was everyone else. They wanted to find someone to take the challenger down and put him in his place. The host looked at me, pointed and said "YOU!" I looked up and was like "Huh wha" and they said "Yeah man you can kick Skinny Guy's ass!"

Sooooo....we had a modified Power Hour.

Five different liquors, a shot every 10 minutes with a 10 minute break after all were completed, then we started again.

The liquors were; Bacardi Silver Rum (100 proof), Jose Cuervo Tequila (80 proof) Jack Daniels Whiskey (70 proof), Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum (70 proof) and finally, as the "closer" shot, Parrot Bay Coconut Rum (30 proof).

Well, after 3 full rounds (15 shots) and 2 more (17 total), I was so drunk, and so being hyped up to beat this guy. He was sitting on the toilet, not crapping or anything, just...sitting...and I was downstairs being the life of the party. They were all cheering me on and making me think I was the freaking man.

Then, I went to take another shot. I hiccuped and stopped myself, thinking I was going to puke but didn't. I took a 30 second breather, and then, convinced I could go on, brought the shot to my mouth.

Then hiccuped again, and got a mouthful of metallic tequila vapors.

I was done. The short version of the rest of the night is; projectile vomit into sink, crash to floor, have everyone gather around me, and thrust a camcorder in my face. Drug upstairs to toilet, head in toilet for 1.5 hours approximately, hurled into bed, didn't wake for 12 hours till next day.

...Felt alright the next day though other than tired and a little sore.

Ahh fun.

[Tokugawa]

This was in the fall of 1993 (I'm old):

Back in 1993 (my first year of college), I was living in the dorms, and my roommate challenged me to a drinking contest. My rommate was about 5'6" 135lbs, while I am 6'2" and about 210lbs. I was also in a fraternity, so my tolerance for alcohol was pretty damn high. Anyways, We both bought a couple of "whino Jugs" (1.75 liter bottles of rotgut liquor). I got Vodka, and he got Bourbon. The way I used to drink Vodka, was I would have a big glass of water for a chaser, one sip of Vodka, then chase with water. After a few swigs, I started to get the order mixed up. I would take one shot of water, and chase it with the Vodka. So we started drinking, and he starts talking smack, so I started to drink his bourbon too. Well, this part of the story had to be filled in for me, because I still don't remember any of it. My roomate had to leave for about an hour, and when he came back, there were only about 8 onces left in my Vodka bottle. I was passed put on the floor, that's when I started to throw up. My roommate (all 5'6" of him) had to drag me over to the sink, but everytime he let go, I statred flopping around on the ground like a fish. Finally he gave up, and I ended up passed out in a very uncomfortable position. The next day, I woke up long enough to crawl into bed, and pass back out. I didn't wake up for two days. I woke up with no clue about what the hell had happend over the past few days, the worst hangover I have ever had, thirstier, and hungrier than I have ever been in my life. So I crawled to the water fountain in the dorm, took a drink, and then promptly threw it right back up. I couldn't hold down water until later that night. So finally being able to hold down water, I tried to address my hunger issues, only to throw up after the second bite. It took me two more days to be able to hold down solid food. So my little escapade caused me about a week's worth of abject misery. I noticed a few other side effects too, I had to get rid of the hairspray I was using, because it smelled too much like Vodka (made me vomit), and to this day I cannot drink Vodka straight. It was only a couple years ago when I could drink it in mixed drinks either.

[Crosshair?]

Drinking an entire fifth of Jose Cuervo Black is never a good idea, especially for a man of my stature. I felt pretty crappy for 3 straight days, it's like the sh*t won't get out of your system no matter how much water you drink :\

[Mike!]

Back when I was working at Pizza Hut, I was sort of the odd man out. I was the geek and was surrounded by party goers/ladies men/etc and they were always trying to get me to go out with them and "be a man". So, I said "**** it" one night and went out with them. We hung out at someones house and all of us, expect for our DD, proceeded to get drunk off our asses. And, then our DD drove us out to a club. I was so out of it and in a "YEAH! I DON'T GIVE A **** ABOUT NOTHING!" mode... so I started grinding up on this really hot chick. Who went right along with it. Till her Goliathed sized boyfriend came back from the can and saw my rubbing up on his girl. Needless to say, he got some really good hits in before the bouncers grabbed him and dragged him out. But, because I tried to fight up and defend myself... I got kicked out as well and because it was my car we were using... we all had to leave and one of my buddies had been doing shots at the bar.. had done one too many and ended up blowing chucks all over the backseat of the car. It got EVERYWHERE and on EVERYONE too. :mad:

[Tokugawa]

Tequilla story:

Once upon a time, this girl I liked challenged me to a game of quarters. I'm really damn good at quarters, but I didn't want to stomp this girl, because I liked her, so I let her get about 5 shots ahead. Well, I neglected to factor in how badly five shots of Cuervo will effect your aim. Next thing I know, 3/4 of the bottle is gone, and I'm puking over the railing of a second floor patio all over the patio in the apartment below. So the girl that lived in the apartment below comes upstairs to find out what the hell is going on, and she and I have been best friends ever since.

[Silent Kayos]

In college one night my roommate wanted to drink. He bought a case of beer, I don't even remember what it was. I really didn't drink back then (still don't drink that often) but I was like what the hell.

I hate beer to begin with but I figured if I couldn't taste it then what harm could it do so I shot gunned 6 or 7 cans beers in like 5 minutes. I really don't remember drinking more or not but it could be a possibility. Anyway, it was a ****ing terrible idea.

Later that night I woke up, sat down at my computer desk, leaned over the side thinking the garbage can was there and I started puking my guts out. I kinda slumped over in the chain and passed out.

Anyway in the morning I woke up and I some how was back in my bed. I went to sit at my PC and I noticed that I threw up all over it...I deserved it for being so ****ing stupid.

[Klowny]

as the title says, worst night of drinking ever

in short, i had 8 or 9 full shots of 100 proof (50% alcohol by volume) Southern Comfort in at the very most an hour and a half.

my metabolism shut down so much that the next day i got drunker as i woke upToward the beginning of my drinking career, me and some pals went into this bar full of old guys. The bartender asked us what we were having, and we said, "Give us what those guys are having," indicating the nearby old timers.

They were having Southern Comfort. I'd never tasted the stuff before, but it seemed okay and went down fairly smoothly. We proceeded to drink A LOT of it. I wound up getting sick as a dog, and the hangover was excruciating.

For the rest of my drinking years (and they were many) I never touched Southern Comfort again, ever. Just the aroma of that stuff would nauseate me.

Not that that was my worst night ever, but it was real bad and had a lasting influence.

[Ihsahn]

On my birthday at university I was involved in a heavily rigged game of Ring-of-Fire... we worked out later that I'd had 2 bottles of wine, 'a number' of cans of beer and cider, half-a-bottle of whisky* and some vodka. Needless to say, it ended with me downing about half of a dirty pint consisting of various things, running/staggering to the toilet... and that's about it. I can remember being carried to my room whilst one of the tutors asked if he should call an ambulance, I can remember falling out of bed at one point, and I can remember my best friend trying to play my guitar to keep my morale up...

Woke up at 8 the next morning for a lecture, had a shower, crawled back to bed... then emerged again a day and a half later. To this day still the only lectures I've ever missed...




* The reason I can't drink it any more...

[Scott]

10 shots of Vodka-Tequila-Whiskey, or R.I.P. as the bar called it.

For some reason, I don't remember the rest of the night.

[PyroFox]

Pint of James Foxx whiskey in an hour, after some beer.

I don't really know how I made it to my bed, but I did. Woke up the following morning with my face in a giant drool puddle.

Never again.

[The JoZ]

Toward the beginning of my drinking career, me and some pals went into this bar full of old guys. The bartender asked us what we were having, and we said, "Give us what those guys are having," indicating the nearby old timers.

They were having Southern Comfort. I'd never tasted the stuff before, but it seemed okay and went down fairly smoothly. We proceeded to drink A LOT of it. I wound up getting sick as a dog, and the hangover was excruciating.

For the rest of my drinking years (and they were many) I never touched Southern Comfort again, ever. Just the aroma of that stuff would nauseate me.

Not that that was my worst night ever, but it was real bad and had a lasting influence.

I can't drink tequila anymore based on the story I posted, for the same reasons.

It was the last thing I remember smelling and tasting and just, ugh, no more.

Also, SoCo is pretty uninspiring, I can't understand why anyone would want to drink too much of it :P

[The_Mess]

Ah, Southern Comfort... Though it's only 30% in NZ :(

Also, SoCo is pretty uninspiring, I can't understand why anyone would want to drink too much of it :P
It blends with just about everything and it doesn't make me gag when drinking it straight, unlike bourbon or vodka. And it's relatively cheap in NZ

Heh, about the worst I've managed so far was one night of shots with the flatmates that
culminated in projectile vomiting as I tried to sleep. I think it's what put me off Jim Beam.

[shortkut]

Toward the beginning of my drinking career, me and some pals went into this bar full of old guys. The bartender asked us what we were having, and we said, "Give us what those guys are having," indicating the nearby old timers.

They were having Southern Comfort. I'd never tasted the stuff before, but it seemed okay and went down fairly smoothly. We proceeded to drink A LOT of it. I wound up getting sick as a dog, and the hangover was excruciating.

For the rest of my drinking years (and they were many) I never touched Southern Comfort again, ever. Just the aroma of that stuff would nauseate me.

Not that that was my worst night ever, but it was real bad and had a lasting influence.
i still can't stand the scent of it.

i had had experience with SoCo at bars before, but i didn't realize they were never really full shots (or were at least smalelr than what i was drinking) and were only 70 proof. when we were drinking at my friend's house, i remembered that 5 shots only made me slightly tipsy. most of the other people were unfortunately using means other than alcohol to elate themselves, so i decided i would drink more to catch up. everytime someone came in, and they were going to have a shot, i took one with them. last think i remember i was sitting on the couch and my friend came up to me and asked if i was feeling alright. at that moment it hit me that i wasn't and then he helped me to the bathroom where i threw up all over him instead of the toilet. i didn't leave the bathroom for hours. i couldn't stay warm so they covered me with blankets, but then i got too warm, and started freezing again when they were removed. my genius friends took my wallet and my phone out of my pockets and put me in the shower to warm up. that worked until i covered the drain and didn't want to move because i was comfortable.

needless to say i never got that drunk again

[Alu]

Yeah, my night with goldschlager will make me never have it again...good old 87 proof...

My key quote the next morning was "I just vomited pure gold"

[MetalheadSiege]

My worst hangover ever didn't even involve puking!

On July 5th of last year (08) I found out my grandmother had to be rushed to the hospital, and was on the verge of dying. Well needless to say I was a wreck, and wanted to be there to say my goodbye's if it was truly going to be her final moments, but my parents said that I couldn't do anything but stand around the intensive care unit like they were.

So I went on with my planned weekend, went to my best friends big BBQ bash. Well needless to say I needed some alcohol in my system because of everything happening, as well as the fact it was a huge party...

Well starting off with beer, I had about 5 amber ultra's in about an hour. Then someone busted out Hurricane mix... so I had two or three of those. Finally I discovered a bottle of SoCo. Around 3 or 4 in the morning that bottle was gone, and I was drinking another beer as my evening ending chaser.

I woke up in a big pool of drool, like someone had poured water on me in the middle of night... I was sweating like I had just run a race... and my stomach felt like I had an Alien about to scrape through my belly button!

The worst part was, I couldn't throw up for the life of me... I even tried making myself throw up... but all it did was make my stomach feel like someone was stabbing me. 3 days later I was finally able to eat something other than water and crackers.

Bottom line... **** YOU SOCO!!!

[NeoTyrant224]

My worst night ever involved going to the carolina ale house. Me and my buddies had started the evening right with about 3 long islands. Then as we started to progess, I bought 2 rounds of jack, a round of jim, and a bottle of crown. I don't know what possesed me to mix vodka and crown at then end of that night. Well we start to leave, and something told me that I was about to be sick. So I go running into the parking lot, and sure enough, I projectile vomit onto some dudes car. I fall and start earling as I go down, a friend said I looked like a ****ing puke fountain. So after about an hour of this we pile into the van and start going home. Well I get a call that my best friend Jerry had just died. Needless to say instead of going to the hospital, I was dropped of at another bar, and decided to drink some SoCo. Never had it before.

I agree, in that **** that ****. True I shouldn't have drank like I did, but again, when someone you've known since ya'll were like two dies? Yeah you get pretty freaking depressed.

I woke that afternoon, and my mom is looking at me, and asked how I was holding....my only reply? Out from whence it came.

[JoetheShow]

You know what sucks? Having a legit connection with a girl who is 1.) smoking hot 2.) ****s around alot 3.) Is one of your best friends recent exes.

I can't violate the bro-code even though I don't get these kind of chances ever, especially with a girl that hot.


Good karma please come my way.

[The JoZ]

You know what sucks? Having a legit connection with a girl who is 1.) smoking hot 2.) ****s around alot 3.) Is one of your best friends recent exes.

I can't violate the bro-code even though I don't get these kind of chances ever, especially with a girl that hot.


Good karma please come my way.

I think it depends as to why they broke up.

Like, if he cheated on her, **** the Bros Before Hos rule, he doesn't deserve the courtesy.

If she cheated on HIM, well, he definitely needs the courtesy and then some.

If it was just mutual, well, I mean, I'm not sure that you'd be violating anything except her. Giggedy!