I was officially wasted last night

[SyKo13 5,000+ posts]

Well as for my bad experience.... I went to a friends house after I got off work. I had never drank before, and everyone was wasted already since I had to work until like 11pm. So I started drinking heavily. I slammed down about 12-13 beers in 45 mins, while doing shots of something (dont even remember) while drinking the beer.
After all that hit me, I was so wasted I dont even remember the next part. Apparently some new friends showed up and werent drunk, and they said that I opened a brand new bottle of Seagrams Vodka, one of the huge bottles, and by the time they tried to stop me, I chugged the entire bottle in one slug. Thats what about 5-6 people tell me at least. I guess I was so drunk I didnt even realize what I did and went on about how much better I felt right after chugging the bottle.

THE NEXT DAY

7am - My dad wakes me up in my friends living room. I wouldnt answer my phone since I was passed out completely and I had to volunteer for my Bright Futures scolarship (how ironic) at the vets office. My dad proceeds to drive me home since I was way too drunk to drive my own car home.

7:15am - I get home, puke everywhere. In the driveway, the bathroom, my kitchen, etc. I guess my punishment was that I had to still do the volunteer hours.

8am - We arive at the vets office, with me puking out of the window of the car the whole way there. My dad drops me off and I say hi to the receptionist and proceed to walk into the bathroom and lay down on the floor. I take a 2 hour nap with the bathroom door locked.

10am - After checking out the puke I left on the bathroom floor and sink I stumble into the back where they deal with the animals. I have to hold onto something, be it a counter, wall, cage, etc the entire way. For about an hour I stood in the back room, just looking like a drunken *******, and kept going back to the bathroom whenever I felt the need to puke.

11am - I proceed to fall through the double swinging doors into the operating room, where they are spaying a car. The doctor explains some details about it to me, none of which I recall or cared about. The main thing on my mind was not falling into the table of scalpals or messing up the operation by accidentally bumping the table. This whole operation took about 45 minutes.

11:45am - Back in the main back room now, where they are clipping nails, taking crap samples, etc. I stumbled around a bit more then finally sat down on the ground. At this point they asked me if I would rather lay down. So I did. Unfortunately they meant upstairs. 3 of the employees help me walk up the stairs, which I had to basically crawl up on my hands and knees. At this point I was still so drunk that I couldnt even really stand on my own.

12pm - Walking into the upstairs bathroom, I spit up some into the sink and take a shit in the toilet. Seeing that I had run out of toilet paper, I finished wiping my *** with the bare cardboard roll.

12:30pm - Since I was in no rush, I took my time taking a shit. I walk through a little gym they have upstairs, luckily not trying to get a work out in. I find this room with some chairs, a TV, ping pong table, and a PS2. I remember the PS2 is the doctors son's from times before that I had volunteered. Fiddling with it for about 10 minutes, I couldnt figure out that I had to match up the red, yellow, and white connectors, so no ATV Offroad Fury for my drunk ***.

12:15pm - Still absolutely wasted beyond belief, I find a couch. I lay down and sleep for what was about 2 hours.

2:30pm - I get a phone call from a friend checking to see how I was from the night before. SUPPOSEDLY I puked on him when he was sleeping. I think he is just wanted to make me feel bad, but Im not sure. I wasnt able to answer my phone so he just left me a messge. Something didnt feel right. My stomach hurt. I puked all over the couch, floor, and ping pong table. This isnt just puke, its puke that smells like vodka. My saliva tastes like vodka. I smell like vodka. The whole room smells like vodka.

2:45pm - Feeling horrible and somewhat emberassed I call my parents almost in tears for them to get my because I was still so drunk/tired/sick/etc. I lay back down and wait for them to come. When they get there I pull the couch over the puke on the floor (like it mattered since it was ON the couch too, as well as the ping pong table).

3:15pm - I get home and keep puking, still absolutely drunk beyong belief.

THE NEXT DAY

11am - Its already the day after the incident at the vets office. I wake up, and Im still pretty buzzed and I have a hard time keeping balance. My stomach woke me up and I kept puking.

6pm - Dinner is ready and I still feel sick to my stomach, and Im still pretty tipsy. Luckily no more puking at this point.

THE NEXT DAY

1pm - I wake up and my stomach feels fine, I was not drunk, and I have no hangover. I win. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/fyi.gif.9f1f679348da7204ce960cfc74bca8e0.gif

Cliffs:

Got drunk

Had to volunteer

Puked everywhere

Puked more

Was still drunk 2 days later

Puked some more

Meow vroom?

 

[jdawg90 10+ year member]

i played too much beer pong and then smoked a blunt (weed and beer usually dont sit well with me but i was too wasted to care... i wasnt gonna turn down a blunt). Got back upstairs, somehow my index finger is in my beer bottle, not sure how. I tried to pull it out and it was stuck so i freaked out and teh beer ended all over the floor. At this point everyone is laughing about how ****ed up i am as im reaching for the bottle. Right as im trying to convince them im not that ****ed i spill the beer again right as i was picking it up. Then i ended up throwing up on the beer pong table about 2 hours later after a few more beers. Not my best night.

 

[S.B.C. 10+ year member]

I got a case of O'douls lastnight, man I was trashed!!

Or was it the gold paint i was huffing?

 

[pioneerpimp 5,000+ posts]

where at in IL, rio?

 

[Alpineforever 10+ year member]

Weed and everclear don't sit well with me either.

Had a small party at my apartment but the beer pong table had a decent line behind it and i didn't want to wait, and i was sober at 11:30, so i left my roomates to take care of things and went over to my friends apartment where the 3 of them were trying to figure out what they were going to do with the everclear in their freezer, and i convinced them they should mix it with koolaid and a half a bag of sugar and we should play pong with it. It tasted great and we played about 4 games of pong and i still felt sober so i told them i was going to head back to my place to see what was going down.

As soon as i get to the bottom of the stairs I realize that all of the apartments look the same and I don't quite remember which apartment was mine (i had only lived there for 3 weeks). I stumble in on some chicks watching TV, I tried to talk to them for a little bit and not look like such a drunk dumbass but they obviously could tell what i had been doing and I eventually took a hint and left. I try and open 3 other locked doors until i find my apartment, there are way too many people there now but I was now next for beer pong so i stayed and played and won 3 games (mainly because of my roomate, I was too drunk to make more than a few shots).

Then about 30 minutes after i had stopped playing pong this guy i had smoked with a couple times before comes over and is like hey you should come and smoke some bomb *** weed with me, so I left and went to his place and me him and two other guys (I think not sure how many other people) go and toke up, I can barely pull the downstem out of the bong to take the hit I'm so drunk.

After that i tell them I'm not feeling too hot and I'm gonna go back to my place and crash. As soon as i get outside i throw up. I stumble across the complex and throw up about 7 or 8 different times on my way back to my apartment. Eventually i get inside and there are maybe only 10 or 12 people there now and i fall flat on my face. I'm completely incoherent, I barely remember anything at this point. I see my roomate's face, he tells me to get off of the chick i tried to pass out on on the couch. I'm shocked because i thought i was on the floor. Then all of a sudden I am being dragged, I'm again shocked because now I'm on the floor and everyone looks really concerned. Next thing I know I am in my bed but i have to throw up, I try and get out but the door is locked I'm trapped (the door's lock from the inside so I'm a dumbass). I wake up on the bed, it's still night time there are still people in my apartment, I throw up all over my bed, myself and my nightstand. I go back to sleep.

The next morning i wake up feeling like shit, there is vomit all over my bed, I've peed my pants, there is vomit all over me my shirt and my nightstand. My alarm clock is covered in vomit and no longer working, I ruined a 30 dollar book that i was partway through reading with vomit, and my digital camera was sitting in a pool of vomit. I was not in the mood to clean all of it up. Plus i felt like a dumbass when i realized that the door locked from the inside and upon further inspection it wasn't even closed, nor was it locked, so i have no clue what i was doing the night before when i was trying to get out.

 

[Slim_Shady]

Bunch of stoners