What Have You Been Drinking? The Hangover Thread

I've got a beauty!

Anyone else?

Well my stomach has pretty much signed the pledge on my behalf. So I'll tell you about the BEST ever hangover in my life.

Was 17. Went to party, and having limited funds, had opted for the following cheap route to oblivion..... 3 tins of bass export, and a half bottle of Gordon's gin.

I drank 2 beers, then about half the half bottle, I then drak half the last beer, and topped off the tin with the remains of the gin.

That's about the last thing I coherently remember.

Over the next few days, my own memory and those of others pieced events together for me. The young lady who had been having the party, had an older brother, who upon finding me passed out and green in his living room, manouvred me to the front door and released me. You know those little humped curbstone tingies you get in coucil estates round the edge of gardens? Well, that's where I landed....PRECISELY between the eyes, glasses broke right down the middle, which is probably the only reason I didn;t get an eyeful.

I woke the next day in casualty, covered in blood and puke, in the worst stage of hangover, still drunk and sore all at once, with the alcohol preventing me getting back to sleep to try and avoid the torment.

It was DAYS before I was even half well again, and to this day, gin makes me puke rather violently.

The most amusing bit that came back to me, was that while they were trying to xray me for head injuries (and BTW, at this point, despite my clearly being a gobby living cunt, they couldn't verify that from any of the usual readings, no pulse and fuck all blood pressure ), I asked the radiology nurse....."Here, I've forgot, are xrays a shorter wavelength than visible light or longer?", upon her replying "i don't know", I had to be held on the table while I yelled, something not disimmilar to "fuck that, you're not nuking me ya mad bitch....etc etc etc" at some length.

Or there was a new year's eve where I went for a piss at about 3am, and woke at 730, feeling cold and wet on the bathroom floor....I had keeled over backwards mid piss

that too was a bad day.

I woke up once in my friends little sisters bedroom with my trousers and boxers round my ankles.....

luckily she wasnt present

most recently, Red Hook ESB. but the worst one ever was on Black Velvet. can't touch the stuff now.

Shug wrote:

BIGINOIL wrote: I've got a beauty!

Anyone else?

A hangover at 7.25 at night?

You are either getting OLD or it was one helluva party :D

Option 2 (and probably a bit of 1).

Can't believe how much we got through. Mixing them like troopers an' all - beer, wine, brandy. It was Royser's fault. He made me do it.

Going to watch Monkey tonight

The only thing that seems to give me a hangover is port or brandy. But to be polite, you just have to join in after a meal. Staggering down the stairs, the morning after, to face the aftermath of a party having drunk too much port and/or brandy is dire. However, pulling someone out of the christmas tree having drunk too much port, makes it all worthwhile.

Doctor? wrote: Was 17...

When I was 17, one of my best mates in high school had a party while his parents were away.

Our task was to secure whatever alcohol we could, which we did. I requistioned a bottle of vermouth from my parents' cabinet, the other 3 guys brought what they could....

Started out well enough, 4 guys getting drunk with no adult supervsion. Then my mate decided to get on the phone with a hoped-for girlfriend. While he was on the phone, his other two mates decided to pants me. For those who don't know, said pantsing consists of forcibly removing the intended target's trousers, with the intent to embarrass the one who has been pantsed. In this case, they were going to pants me, then throw me out of the house and lock the door. Well, I wasn't going to have any of that, but I was outnumbered, so, resorting to my wits, I convinced them that we should all remove our pants, and run down the street.

Naturally, they thought that was a brilliant idea, so we all proceeded to undress, then went outside. My friend, who was on the phone. heard the commotion, and went outside to discover his mates running naked up and down his street. He was mortified, thinking that his parents would certainly hear reports about his party, so he rounded us up and brought us back inside.

Then he got on the phone again. Next thing I remember, I was thinking about a girl I had met in the summer, who lived 80 miles away, in the country. I decided that this would be the perfect time-- it was probably about midnight on a Saturday night-- to hitchhike to her town, 80 miles away. So I'm out on the main road, hitchhiking, when I turn around to see my mate asking me what i'm doing. I explained that I was going to hitch a ride to another town, and he tried to convince me to come back inside, which I refused to do. That's when he hit me, clean shot to the head, and down I went like a sack of potatoes. He picked me up over his shoulder and carried me back to the party like said sack of potatoes.

We must have passed out, or gone to sleep-- take your pick, I don't really remember-- because the next thing I remember was lying on the floor in his hallway, vomiting my guts out. For some reason, my mate didn't appreciate my predicament, so he hauled me into the bathroom, and threw me into the shower, fully clothed. I have no recollection of that-- just that suddenly, I'm standing in the shower, fully clothed, getting drenched, and wondering "What the hell am I doing in here"? Well, I tried to get out of the shower, and ended up breaking the shower door off the hinges. I have no further memories of that evening...

Couldn't drink for a long time after that. :dead:

Comrade Shampanyov wrote:

Couldn't drink for a long time after that. :dead:

Was that because you couldn't handle it, or because prohibition kicked in?

Sorry couldn't help it

FrogChorus wrote:

Comrade Shampanyov wrote:

Couldn't drink for a long time after that. :dead:

Was that because you couldn't handle it, or because prohibition kicked in?

Sorry couldn't help it

The very sight of alcohol-- even a beer-- after that party would make me nauseous. Funny thing was, my cousin and I would both get nauseous just looking at alcohol, so he must have had a similar experience. Gave our parents a good laugh, seeing us nauseous like that...

This thread has inspired me to write an entry for my NOOL blog. I'm not that fond of drinking, even after I turn 21 this year.

Not last night as I was on a 24 hour post, no drinking allowed.

My worst hangover was when I had alcohol poisoning. Not fun at all. I had puked beef stroginoph (or however its spelled) on my sheets and had to lay in it for 24 hours since I couldn't move. My phone was only 4 feet awya from my bed, but it took me about 2 hours to reach it to call in sick.

Gotta headache just thinking about it.

[magenta]cozmonite61[/magenta] wrote: This thread has inspired me to write an entry for my NOOL blog. I'm not that fond of drinking, even after I turn 21 this year.

I've not had a totally wasted weekend then!

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:

BIGINOIL wrote:

[magenta]cozmonite61[/magenta] wrote: This thread has inspired me to write an entry for my NOOL blog. I'm not that fond of drinking, even after I turn 21 this year.

I've not had a totally wasted weekend then!

now if you could only disuade her from using a keyboard!!!

Or convince her to use it anally.

Doctor? wrote:

Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:

BIGINOIL wrote:

[magenta]cozmonite61[/magenta] wrote: This thread has inspired me to write an entry for my NOOL blog. I'm not that fond of drinking, even after I turn 21 this year.

I've not had a totally wasted weekend then!

now if you could only disuade her from using a keyboard!!!

Or convince her to use it anally.

What, as revenge for PEARL HARBOUR??????????

Funny you should say that, I'm just downloading tora tora tora :D

i wish

The matter is not how you are waking up, or how you feel, but how much you have drunk. The quantity counts, not the quality or the result. The result depends on the mood and the time you consume the "stuff". You can do "great things", by drinking a bottle (40%+ alc.) in 20 minutes or less (don't know how, but lets say you could). The quantity, well, my record should be a bottle, a big bottle, a very big bottle, 5 lt. of "tsipuro" (like ouzo but with alc. at around 45% - also like drinking 2 bottles of vodka alone) with my father-in-law. The result was: 1. Pain on my rist the other day, with brouses (probably I fall down somerwhere at the way home); 2. My knee was in pain also, don;t know why yet cos it started later that day; 3. I proposed to Sandra (my girlfried) and she was asleep! Of course I'm happy with the 3rd, but still I'm in wonder about the other 2. I can say though, that I had worst experiences with less consumption, but this must be my record (at the moment).

twas on a nite round bolton,ehem sorry bowton,that i met my worse hangover. whilst rumaging through the optic shelf at yates wine bar i came across "mrs southern comfort". smooth ,sophisticated,and sweet i couldnt get enough of her. i boarded the oblivion express without a care in the world,even though i had to be at work at 8am the following morn in farnworth. i can actually remember blacking out,it was like the power down sequence in terminator 2,then suddenly springing back to life for one finall fling. the following morning was a disgrace,after consuming a bin lid barm cake which i was told would sober me up??,i dashed to the bogs at work only to unleash the biggest drop since dresden. to my horror it smelled just like mrs southern comfort,and i mean just like it. so as my arse is giving it heave ho,im also chucking my guts up. i spent the rest of the day as white as a ghost and sweating like a twat. to this day when i pass the spirits shelf in tesco,i always avert my gaze from the soputhern comfort. just like you would as if you had seen someone you was ashamed to shag. bleeaauugh.

Sam and I have been making beer 5 gallons at a time. Currently we are drinking an Indian Pale Ale. Next is a silk stout (hope it is great as the oatmeal stout was) and a raspberry wheat is further down the line.

As far as hangovers go, the night we finished off the oatmeal stout and started the IPA really, really hurt. 3 day hangover.