Here's another one. Visting a buddy of mine at Cornell circa 1994. There is a Chinese restaurant in the downtown area of Ithaca. They serve these things called Dragon Bowls. Its this big fuckin dish of mixed liquor that everyone at the table drinks from with a straw...maybe a half gallon of liquor in each bowl. There were four of us and I think we shared two dishes. We ended up at this bar called American Pie and it was a bar located on the second floor of a building...what genius thought of this?? I mean you literally had to go up twenty or so steps to get to it. Well we hit the bar something fierce. For some reason one of the last things I remember is someone started buying Goldschlager shots...it's a scnapps with gold leaf floating in it and is the last thing you want to be drinking when you've already had too much. Suddenly I needed "some air" so I decide to go outside. According to my buddy I was with (the two girls we went to dinner with had left us)there I hit exactly every step falling down to get out of the bar. I was found sleeping the next mornig on a mailbox in downtown the next morning.
I literally just layed on top of the mailbox and fell asleep. Feet off of the ground and everything.
ha I was just there two weeks ago. Wife and I went to IC, and I gave a "distinguished grad" lecture at a career day. Afterward we went out to our old watering hole and it was sad...now it's a dance club/bar and charges 4 bucks for a pint of Labatt Blue Light. Used to get 3 for 1s now it's 1 for 4. Anyway probably my best drunk IC story was the night I played one of my best buddies in a best of 5, head-to-head, series in a drinking game called bonk on spring break (questions check the Phillies thread where I talk about the league we play in every week during the summer over skype and I'm usually mildly toasted after 1 game). We play games 1-3 from 7-9 o'clock, and head to my PJ-buddy's apartment and have a grand old time drinking wine, and johnnie walker. As it stands it was about 35 degrees out, and Holy Cross is beating KU during march madness. I claim that if Holy Cross wins I will jump in the fountain on campus. Well everyone thought it'd be a great idea. Holy Cross fails, but we decide to head down at about 11 in a group of like 15 (12 guys, 3 girls including one who was trying to help me get with a girl who wasn't there (by giving me ideas of where to take her on our first date), AND me at the same time). Anyway we get there and a bunch of the boys run home for whatever reason and 3 of us guys jump in swim to one side and back. The girls start stripping to jump in and campus security catches us . We run away, and get corned by a cop soaking wet, and I'm holding this girls hand (not even sure how that happened). We tell the cops that we all just showered and didn't even know there was a fountain on campus and he lets us go. The girl then convinces me to go back with her. My buddy fakes losing his keys and comes down to cockblock (asshole move at the time). Anyway we go in and probably would have hooked up if he wasn't there...then head back. Got back and she decides not to hook up, and she goes back to her friends place (the other girl's best friend). My buddy and I go back to the apartment and play games 4 and 5 (each of us finished a case by 3 am). My buddy wakes up on one couch and I wake up on the other, and I look at him and say "if I don't marry this girl (the one who wasn't there) I will kill you". I puked all day, then 6 years later the girl who wasn't their and I got married and he was absolved.
I have one, don't know if it's funny enough though...
It was the time I went to a stag and doe with my best friend, for her cousin. That was about 4 years ago. Her family are the drinking type, not the dancing type. She's Newfie/Irish. She can drink almost anyone under the table. It was years since we went out and had drinks. The party was literally a 10-minute walk from my house. Worked out great, as my hubby was at late game of pick-up hockey. So what did I decide do? Go and match drink-for-drink with her.
Stupid ass move. I admit I am a light weight...two or three messes me up nicely. However, I thought what's one night... :roll:
We got there at 9:30. We did many double shots ...of every kind of shots they had, I think there were like 8 kinds? Lots of mixed drinks, a glass of wine,and a couple beers (I am not a beer drinker). And we were chugging the drinks...chugging. :shock:
About 11:30, I was at the point that the alcohol tasted like water. Then...it happened. I asked for the tequila and did four shots...within minutes of each other. My friend was only just getting drunk...as far as her and her family was concerned, I was close to alcohol poisoning. They were really concerned actually, so I was cut off. :oops:
At this point I was cursing like a real pirate trucker. My hubby arrived at midnight, ready to call it a night. I attempted to walk home as my hubby went back outside (to get the car) and I thought he was going to leave me there. He was getting annoyed that I was taking too long hugging everyone and telling them I loved them. Which I do...I have known them for at least 20 years.
I just remember getting home, flopping into bed, and wondering how my hubby knew to lay on a certain side to stop everything from spinning tornado style. I didn't throw up...at least I don't recall, and no one told me I did. But I did get lectures the next day, that lightweights like me should never go drink-for-drink with regular drinkers, as I could have had alcohol poisoning.
The whole event lasted 3 hours from beginning to end. :shock:
Yup...learned my lesson, I am going to stick with being the DD, I feel waaaaay better in the morning!!
I literally just layed on top of the mailbox and fell asleep. Feet off of the ground and everything.
ha I was just there two weeks ago. Wife and I went to IC, and I gave a "distinguished grad" lecture at a career day. Afterward we went out to our old watering hole and it was sad...now it's a dance club/bar and charges 4 bucks for a pint of Labatt Blue Light. Used to get 3 for 1s now it's 1 for 4. Anyway probably my best drunk IC story was the night I played one of my best buddies in a best of 5, head-to-head, series in a drinking game called bonk on spring break (questions check the Phillies thread where I talk about the league we play in every week during the summer over skype and I'm usually mildly toasted after 1 game). We play games 1-3 from 7-9 o'clock, and head to my PJ-buddy's apartment and have a grand old time drinking wine, and johnnie walker. As it stands it was about 35 degrees out, and Holy Cross is beating KU during march madness. I claim that if Holy Cross wins I will jump in the fountain on campus. Well everyone thought it'd be a great idea. Holy Cross fails, but we decide to head down at about 11 in a group of like 15 (12 guys, 3 girls including one who was trying to help me get with a girl who wasn't there (by giving me ideas of where to take her on our first date), AND me at the same time). Anyway we get there and a bunch of the boys run home for whatever reason and 3 of us guys jump in swim to one side and back. The girls start stripping to jump in and campus security catches us . We run away, and get corned by a cop soaking wet, and I'm holding this girls hand (not even sure how that happened). We tell the cops that we all just showered and didn't even know there was a fountain on campus and he lets us go. The girl then convinces me to go back with her. My buddy fakes losing his keys and comes down to cockblock (asshole move at the time). Anyway we go in and probably would have hooked up if he wasn't there...then head back. Got back and she decides not to hook up, and she goes back to her friends place (the other girl's best friend). My buddy and I go back to the apartment and play games 4 and 5 (each of us finished a case by 3 am). My buddy wakes up on one couch and I wake up on the other, and I look at him and say "if I don't marry this girl (the one who wasn't there) I will kill you". I puked all day, then 6 years later the girl who wasn't their and I got married and he was absolved.[/quote]
Great story! I am actually banned from the Ithaca College Campus. I signed a document to get out of being arrested that will not allow me on the property without approval. Let me remember the details and then I'll post.
after walking for what seemed like an hour or two, i thought i was best off sleeping on a bench, not a park bench, but a pubic bench on the corner of a busy intersection.
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Then...it happened. I asked for the tequila and did four shots...within minutes of each other.
That's where it happened...
it gets me every time...the night I first met my hubby, I had just done 3 shots with the host as no one else would...
shit...that explains a whole lot... :think:
On the Tequila note... Last summer I drank a bunch of it with friends and shot off a bunch of fireworks. Probably not the safest thing to do... Anyway at the end of the night I decided it was perfectly fine to put a large pack of bottle rockets directly on the fire. :twisted: The rockets proceeded to shoot off in many directions. One almost hit my buddy in the face but he ducked. Luckily they didn't hurt anyone or hit the house
These are the three strangest/most embarrassing things I've done while I was drunk:
1. Flashed my boobs in a bar.
2. Crawled around on all fours at a party and bit people's ankles.
3. Hallucinated that a girl who lived in the dorm room next to mine was trying to break into my room and murder me.
On the Tequila note... Last summer I drank a bunch of it with friends and shot off a bunch of fireworks. Probably not the safest thing to do... Anyway at the end of the night I decided it was perfectly fine to put a large pack of bottle rockets directly on the fire. :twisted: The rockets proceeded to shoot off in many directions. One almost hit my buddy in the face but he ducked. Luckily they didn't hurt anyone or hit the house
It might have been the mushroom tea, it might have been the beers or it might have been the shots of Grand Marnier or probably all of them. I blacked out a few times, on the way to the bar, walked in like I owned the place with friends who were underage and told the doorman to not worry about them. Went to the pool table where a friend and some random stranger were playing and started racking them up for a game, the stranger was giving me the stink eye the whole time. For some reason I took the pool cue after about two turns and walked around the club twirling it like a sword. Blacked out again, remember being dragged by two doormen by my arms outside. Stood out in the cold because my sweatshirt got left inside. Blacked out again, woke up in a cab heading to my buddies place, had no money in my wallet, nobody was there and was freaking out because of that. Told the driver I had no money and I would have to pay him tomorrow, I gave him a silver belt buckle I had as collateral. Buddies door was locked, tried climbing the side of his house, grabbed a wood railing, it busted and I fell backwards nearly over a set of stairs that were about 25 feet off the ground. Decided to sit down and wait for them to get back. Was there for about half an hour. The next day my buddy said that on the way to the club I was talking a bunch of shit about the stars and the universe, I don't remember saying any of that.
Halloween 1999, Greg Moore died earlier in the day from an Indy car crash. Had to work at Subway that night. Decided to get a bottle of rum. Drank it out at one of the tables. One customer came in late, close to closing and I told him he was making his own sandwich, he said, "cool!!" I said, "yeah, you still have to pay for it."
So now my Ithaca College story. Probably 95...maybe 96. I was with a buddy of mine and I was visiting a girl there I was seeing. We head downtown...do the whole drinking blah blah bullshit. Somehow the girls we were visiting get separated from us...in hindsight maybe intentional. We have to take cabs back to get to the dorms where they are staying. We get to the dorms and we can't get in beacuse of security...if you don't live there or aren't with someone that does live there you won't get in. Well...that's not an option at 3:00 in the morning when you need a place to sleep. What my buddy and I decide to do is scale the balconies of the dorms to get to her third floor room. So we do this. By the time we get to the third floor balcony we are pulled over the railing by security who promptly escorts us off campus and tells us we need to not come back. Fuck that...I want to sleep! So what we do is walk back through campus and start climbing again. This time we get to the second balcony and there is a police officers there waitng for us...at least we thought it were police officers...he had a gun...a badge everything. They handcuff us and escort us out of the building. They drive us to their "station" and start frisking us. I had nothing but they found some weed on my buddy which they totally made a "Cops TV show" moment out of when they found it We get to that station and my buddy realizes that the guys who "arrested" us were not cops but campus security...campus security with guns which is pretty scary. He's 6'4" and weighed about 220 lbs at the time and was playing college football. He actually looked at the security guard and told him that if I knew you were secirity and not a cop I would have knocked you out! Needless to say in order to not be arrested that night we both had to sign aggreements to not ever return to Ithaca College property without permission. :thumbup:
So now my Ithaca College story. Probably 95...maybe 96. I was with a buddy of mine and I was visiting a girl there I was seeing. We head downtown...do the whole drinking blah blah bullshit. Somehow the girls we were visiting get separated from us...in hindsight maybe intentional. We have to take cabs back to get to the dorms where they are staying. We get to the dorms and we can't get in beacuse of security...if you don't live there or aren't with someone that does live there you won't get in. Well...that's not an option at 3:00 in the morning when you need a place to sleep. What my buddy and I decide to do is scale the balconies of the dorms to get to her third floor room. So we do this. By the time we get to the third floor balcony we are pulled over the railing by security who promptly escorts us off campus and tells us we need to not come back. Fuck that...I want to sleep! So what we do is walk back through campus and start climbing again. This time we get to the second balcony and there is a police officers there waitng for us...at least we thought it were police officers...he had a gun...a badge everything. They handcuff us and escort us out of the building. They drive us to their "station" and start frisking us. I had nothing but they found some weed on my buddy which they totally made a "Cops TV show" moment out of when they found it We get to that station and my buddy realizes that the guys who "arrested" us were not cops but campus security...campus security with guns which is pretty scary. He's 6'4" and weighed about 220 lbs at the time and was playing college football. He actually looked at the security guard and told him that if I knew you were secirity and not a cop I would have knocked you out! Needless to say in order to not be arrested that night we both had to sign aggreements to not ever return to Ithaca College property without permission. :thumbup:
On the Tequila note... Last summer I drank a bunch of it with friends and shot off a bunch of fireworks. Probably not the safest thing to do... Anyway at the end of the night I decided it was perfectly fine to put a large pack of bottle rockets directly on the fire. :twisted: The rockets proceeded to shoot off in many directions. One almost hit my buddy in the face but he ducked. Luckily they didn't hurt anyone or hit the house
Oh wow...this reminds me of another story. So I'm out camping with 7 other guys...one of my best friends decides to throw an entire can of gas into a fire while we are camping in the Adirondacks. A five gallon jug. This is 1992...the can was metal. It took over an hour because none of us had the balls to grab it out of the fire but when it blew...it was like a nuclear bomb!!
I have many, many drunken stories but this is my very first one:
Having not really drank in high school, college was my first real go at it and this is my first drunken story. It was my first Ohio State Michigan game my freshman year. I went to campus by myself and met up with a few friends. I then decided it would be wise to drink a bottle of vodka. Yes- I literally drank out of the bottle and finished it (It was Colonial Club because that was cheapest). Classy, I know. I put on my first little OSU jersey and we head out. I remember three things after that: a cop letting me sit on his horse and letting me get a picture, moon walking into a parked car and subsequently laying in the sidewalk as those around me applauded, and then sitting on a couch at a house party and having everybody in the living room standing around me as I free-style rapped (which I have not been able to do since). I woke up the next morning in a guy's bed that I knew from HS. My phone was gone (had to buy a new one) so I grabbed his and THANK GOD had memorized my friends number and had her pick me up at a Panera two blocks away. I realized I had two t-shirts on as well and no jersey. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My first shirt was a shirt that had Napoleon Dynamite on the front and read, "Michigan fans are freakin' idiots." I took that off and had one that simply said, "Ann Arbor is a Whore". I then looked up and realized I had a green triangle on my jaw written in marker. To this day do not know where it came from. Don't know where my jersey or phone went. Longest walk ever to Panera, in my Napoleon shirt and with the green triangle. I get in my friends truck, and the next red light we pull up to, I open the door and puke on the road. Top 5 worst hangovers.
a cop letting me sit on his horse and letting me get a picture, moon walking into a parked car and subsequently laying in the sidewalk as those around me applauded,
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It was the time I went to a stag and doe with my best friend, for her cousin. That was about 4 years ago. Her family are the drinking type, not the dancing type. She's Newfie/Irish. She can drink almost anyone under the table. It was years since we went out and had drinks. The party was literally a 10-minute walk from my house. Worked out great, as my hubby was at late game of pick-up hockey. So what did I decide do? Go and match drink-for-drink with her.
Stupid ass move. I admit I am a light weight...two or three messes me up nicely.
We got there at 9:30. We did many double shots ...of every kind of shots they had, I think there were like 8 kinds? Lots of mixed drinks, a glass of wine,and a couple beers (I am not a beer drinker). And we were chugging the drinks...chugging. :shock:
About 11:30, I was at the point that the alcohol tasted like water. Then...it happened. I asked for the tequila and did four shots...within minutes of each other. My friend was only just getting drunk...as far as her and her family was concerned, I was close to alcohol poisoning. They were really concerned actually, so I was cut off. :oops:
At this point I was cursing like a real pirate trucker. My hubby arrived at midnight, ready to call it a night. I attempted to walk home as my hubby went back outside (to get the car) and I thought he was going to leave me there. He was getting annoyed that I was taking too long hugging everyone and telling them I loved them. Which I do...I have known them for at least 20 years.
I just remember getting home, flopping into bed, and wondering how my hubby knew to lay on a certain side to stop everything from spinning tornado style.
The whole event lasted 3 hours from beginning to end. :shock:
Yup...learned my lesson, I am going to stick with being the DD, I feel waaaaay better in the morning!!
Great story! I am actually banned from the Ithaca College Campus. I signed a document to get out of being arrested that will not allow me on the property without approval. Let me remember the details and then I'll post.
2010: Newark 5/18 MSG 5/20-21 2011: PJ20 9/3-4 2012: Made In America 9/2
2013: Brooklyn 10/18-19 Philly 10/21-22 Hartford 10/25 2014: ACL10/12
2015: NYC 9/23 2016: Tampa 4/11 Philly 4/28-29 MSG 5/1-2 Fenway 8/5+8/7
2017: RRHoF 4/7 2018: Fenway 9/2+9/4 2021: Sea Hear Now 9/18
2022: MSG 9/11 2024: MSG 9/3-4 Philly 9/7+9/9 Fenway 9/15+9/17
Probably more than that actually.
Okay good
2010: Newark 5/18 MSG 5/20-21 2011: PJ20 9/3-4 2012: Made In America 9/2
2013: Brooklyn 10/18-19 Philly 10/21-22 Hartford 10/25 2014: ACL10/12
2015: NYC 9/23 2016: Tampa 4/11 Philly 4/28-29 MSG 5/1-2 Fenway 8/5+8/7
2017: RRHoF 4/7 2018: Fenway 9/2+9/4 2021: Sea Hear Now 9/18
2022: MSG 9/11 2024: MSG 9/3-4 Philly 9/7+9/9 Fenway 9/15+9/17
it gets me every time...the night I first met my hubby, I had just done 3 shots with the host as no one else would...
shit...that explains a whole lot... :think:
DS1119, you must be self-medicated quite well...you're quoting skills are failing I see...
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'10 Columbus
'11 Detroit (Eddie solo), Toronto 1 and 2, Ottawa, Hamilton
'13 London, Pittsburgh, Buffalo
'14 Detroit
'16 Ottawa, Toronto 1 and 2, Chicago 1 and 2
'18 Chicago 1 and 2
'22 Hamilton, Toronto
On the Tequila note... Last summer I drank a bunch of it with friends and shot off a bunch of fireworks. Probably not the safest thing to do... Anyway at the end of the night I decided it was perfectly fine to put a large pack of bottle rockets directly on the fire. :twisted: The rockets proceeded to shoot off in many directions. One almost hit my buddy in the face but he ducked. Luckily they didn't hurt anyone or hit the house
1. Flashed my boobs in a bar.
2. Crawled around on all fours at a party and bit people's ankles.
3. Hallucinated that a girl who lived in the dorm room next to mine was trying to break into my room and murder me.
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Oh, do we know each other? Describe your ankles and I'll see if I remember you.
Abrn Hlls '98 - Clarkston 2 '03 - Grd Rpds '06 - Abrn Hlls '06 - Clvd '10 - PJ20 - Berlin 1+2 '12 - Wrigley '13 - Pitt '13- buff '13- Philly 1+2 '13 - Seattle '13
Last I heard, they were not like chicken legs at all...
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Thank you shimmy!!! they are not chicken legs!!
They are in fact VGL sexy man-legs that have been used to escort me from spot to spot, show to show, gate to gate, and heart to heart
Abrn Hlls '98 - Clarkston 2 '03 - Grd Rpds '06 - Abrn Hlls '06 - Clvd '10 - PJ20 - Berlin 1+2 '12 - Wrigley '13 - Pitt '13- buff '13- Philly 1+2 '13 - Seattle '13
Oh wow...this reminds me of another story. So I'm out camping with 7 other guys...one of my best friends decides to throw an entire can of gas into a fire while we are camping in the Adirondacks. A five gallon jug. This is 1992...the can was metal. It took over an hour because none of us had the balls to grab it out of the fire but when it blew...it was like a nuclear bomb!!
and from drunk adventure to drunk adventure!
Abrn Hlls '98 - Clarkston 2 '03 - Grd Rpds '06 - Abrn Hlls '06 - Clvd '10 - PJ20 - Berlin 1+2 '12 - Wrigley '13 - Pitt '13- buff '13- Philly 1+2 '13 - Seattle '13
Winner!!