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This is what you DON'T want to look like the next day!!! Oh...look on the floor of the very last picture. What is that, a crime scene?

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/80462928/

2-3 weeks ago, we had our yearly december block party. We all fire up a few fire pits, wheel out a keg and enough booze to kill Egypt....and we drink like college students as soon as the children are in bed.

This past year, I must've lost count of what i was drinking, as I got drunker than I have in years. We ended up doing keg stands, funnels, etc...and I stumbled into the house and passed out.

I woke up the next morning at 11am (normally, the kids wake us up at 7)...First thing I needed to do was run into the bathroom and puke...then I went back to bed. I slept until 2:30pm. The wife was PISSED!

I finally got out of bed and stumbled through the day....barely alive.

I wasn't totally "right" until 2 days later.


Last time I got that drunk was almost 18 years ago, drinking grain alcohol at Loyola College...

strangegrey wrote:2-3 weeks ago, we had our yearly december block party. We all fire up a few fire pits, wheel out a keg and enough booze to kill Egypt....and we drink like college students as soon as the children are in bed.

This past year, I must've lost count of what i was drinking, as I got drunker than I have in years. We ended up doing keg stands, funnels, etc...and I stumbled into the house and passed out.

I woke up the next morning at 11am (normally, the kids wake us up at 7)...First thing I needed to do was run into the bathroom and puke...then I went back to bed. I slept until 2:30pm. The wife was PISSED!

I finally got out of bed and stumbled through the day....barely alive.

I wasn't totally "right" until 2 days later.


Last time I got that drunk was almost 18 years ago, drinking grain alcohol at Loyola College...

Damn! I got in trouble last year with my wife. We were supposed to do a huge cook-out for her family (I can't recall what the occasion was), but the night before, my Brother-In-Law came over and brought a huge bottle of Crown. I normally stick to beer... for a good reason. EVERY time I drink liquor, something bad happens!

Anyway, we got so damn drunk that I couldn't get out of bed to cook. My wife tried to grill the chicken, and burned every last peice of it! There wasn't one edible peice left and she was so upset, she was crying. I felt so bad....we ended up getting all our food from KFC that day, and I didn't live it down for a week.

DAMN LIQUOR AND BROTHER-IN-LAWS........IT'S ALL THEIR FAULT!!!

LOL. Jim, well, a side-bar to the story I posted was that I was supposed to watch my daughter that day, as my wife was going to take our son out for his birthday. Each year on his birthday, she takes him into the city for some toy shopping and lunch. Because I couldn't crawl out of bed until 2:30, they had to postpone their plans until the following weekend....

yep, I was in the doghouse...

I haven't done that in a year. It was a year ago yesterday actually... I remember the date because it was a birthday party... I was doing good until I found myself in the bar, singing Lovin' Touchin' Squuezin' with my nephew as loud as I possibly could (I do NOT sing well and therefore do NOT do it in public, or in front of MOST people, not ever, so this was a bad bad sign). By then I was in that mood of "Wow, I'm pretty wrecked... I should really stop... ummmm... ok one more...." That went on for another few hours. "One more" became roughly 6 or 7 more. And not 6 or 7 of one thing... all different things. <-- Mistake. Bye bye dinner.

I was lurched awake the next day by a violent kick to the head from my sister, who had passed out on the other half of the sectional sofa that I passed out on first.

last time i got stupid drunk was in nov of 2006. and i was stupid drunk, lol. beer, some sort of tubular shooters, cabo wabo, grey goose...... ouch! my swan song was puking on the city bus on our way to the journey show the next evening luckily i hadn't had any food so it was more dry heaves and spit, okay, enough info! i'll tell you though, neal's guitar had me feeling better in no time, magic indeed!

Lula wrote:last time i got stupid drunk was in nov of 2006. and i was stupid drunk, lol. beer, some sort of tubular shooters, cabo wabo, grey goose...... ouch! my swan song was puking on the city bus on our way to the journey show the next evening luckily i hadn't had any food so it was more dry heaves and spit, okay, enough info! i'll tell you though, neal's guitar had me feeling better in no time, magic indeed!

I'm sure you've got some great Deano stories you could share with us too....Hint Hint!

Brings back memories of college. Jägerbombs and Goldschläger to be specific.

Hm... I don't have my next stupid drunk scheduled until 12/31/08. Guess I'd better hide the cameras!

My drunkest nights always seem to be the night before I go to a concert that I've really been looking forward to. Don't plan it or anything, but it really kinda sucks. I hate being hung over at a good concert, especially if I have to stand all night. But yea, I think we've all been there.

Worst I've been was probably the night I funneled 14 beers (allegedly... no way I could fuckin count them myself) in an hour after being 5 or 6 deep. Had the night of my life for the next two hours before I spent the rest of the night puking and passing out on the cold hard tile bathroom floor. Woke up on the tile at 8 to make it into a 9:00 meeting. Puked for another 45 minutes, brushed my teeth, hopped in the shower, and lurched off to my meeting... I think my left eye was bloodshot for three days straight from all the heaving

Why the fuck did I keep funneling beers? Who knows.

There are many but I believe the most recent one (about 8 years ago) involved a bit of danger. I was in someones third floor apartment on Hollywood and Vermont and decided If I gathered enough speed I could reach a pine tree outside the window. I did reach it but the branches were to slippery so I proceeded to plunge 3 floors down through the branches. All I remember after that is gaining a sense of my surroundings and realizing that I had somehow ended up a few miles down the road in front of the Scientology Celebrity Center. I eventually made it back to the party where no one remembered me going out the window, so in a sense my show of bravado had been all in vain. The only evidence of my adventure were some pine needles still stuck on my clothes and the skin freshly ripped from my hands.

I'll have to go back in the annals to get some better stories but they might have to go in the Adult only thread.