Worst Drunken night out?Watch this thread
I was just wondering what everyones worst drunken night out was? Mine was getting way to drunk and being carried over my doorstep by my best guy mate and i couldnt stop being sick :/ lol we laughed about it after. I was sick all over him though so i felt really bad but still. I havent ever got that drunk again
there's a story for the grandkids
what he actually said was do i want a drink.
& I'm usually nice, laid back and polite..... believe it or not.
Fell over and put my hand in my own wee. Bad times.
Stacked over and then vommed on my stairs. Bad times.
Throwing up in my little cousins play house on her 5th birthday. Bad times.
I should really stop drinking.
It's the worst because I don't remember the 5 hours of apparently amazing fun I had. One of the places we went to I had never been to before, and then it got closed down. I will never know what it looked like.
I haven't really had a bad night out though... Any times I've been spewing in agony have been at parties, usually because I've downed a dirty pint with actual crap in it (like salt :X).
That day I had to go into university. By this time it had spread around and I had people everywhere asking if I was ok. I was in a lot of pain by this point and still vomiting quite frequently. Later on I went to sportsnight as I wanted to join the boat club, and one guy from one of the older years shouted "FRESHER? Are you ok? We were worried!" at me, and I didn't remember who he was. Turned out he'd carried me to hospital. A collection of other people came up to me to tell me what I'd done to them (stories included vomiting on their shoes etc).
Never really lived it down. Even this year, one of the freshers said "I heard the pub crawl is really harsh and one girl ended up in A&E last year". I had to reply with "Yep, that was me".
Edit: In fairness, though, there have been more embarrassing drunken incidents for me. One happened a few weeks ago when I was having a 2 hour DMC with a guy from halls I barely see anymore as he goes to a different uni. Then we kissed, then we wandered off and forgot what happened after that and we both woke up the next day and I'd sent him a message saying "you're a ****" on facebook. Neither of us know why. I did apologise, still embarrassing though. I'd also said some incredibly embarrassing things to other people that night.
then i found out the night before my friend had taken me to a video game shop where they were having a release party for tekken, and i'd knocked over a display and eaten someone's KFC.
good times. i'm apparently barred from the shop now, not that i'll ever go there again.
then the time i went out with a friend and ended up simultaneously chundering and crying on top of a market stall with her and two men we'd made friends with trying to get me together
i lost my glasses that night (RIP)
or maybe the first time i had a house party, got really upset because my then boyfriend hadn't been able to make it, and starting crying a LOT. lots of photographic evidence for this one.
or the time i got completely wasted in a field with my friend, weed in a bush then keeled over into some nettles. he had to pluck me out of aforementioned bush, sort me out, and drag me across the heath into a cab, where i vomited.
i later found out he paid a total of 80 quid for the cab, and had to sort out the money to pay him back.
or the time...
i need to quit drinking.
He put something in my mouth, I swallowed it, next thing I know it's 3 hours later, my best friend is dragging me through Tesco while I'm begging her to take me to a hospital.
This is one of many stories though, of me passing out, vomiting, being rolled down the street in Soho, throwing myself at a guy, confessing to a guy I was liked him (****!! shoulda kept that to myself), passing out... in Soho, in Stockholm, in Tel Aviv...
Edit: Or maybe the time I woke up by myself in a phonebox on Tottenham court road. Wasn't brilliant, gonna be honest.
Or the time I threw up on myself, on the dancefloor, in Bloomsbury Bowling..
Or the time I rolled down a flight of stairs in SOAS halls, vomitted, and passed out.
Or the time I woke up in Harlesden with a drug dealer trying to have sex with me, passed out on his couch. ****ing hell, threw up in my hair and went to uni the next day.
Or the time I took too much coke, ended up screaming down the phone and my best guy friend, (WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!?!?!), nose pouring with blood... oh ****.
Or the time (like a month ago) I woke up in my bed, NO idea how I got there. No coat, no phone. Appaz I passed out in Soho, had to be rolled down the street with my tights falling down (no memories of this??), best friend called a taxi for me, still have zero memories.
Or the time at the SOAS K-Soc event I THREW myself at my best guy friend, who, if I recall, didn't exactly stop me.. whoops.
Or the time I lost my v-plates with a guy my friend liked (don't judge me, was like 17..)
Or the time my best friend threw up and passed out in Mayfair and I couldn't get her home and everyone else was too drunk to help me and it took us 2 hours and £20 to go a 10 minute walk.
Or the time (last night) I got emo drunk and started sobbing into my pint/my best friend's shoulder for 30 mins. In a busy bar? ****ing hell. So embarrassing.
It's been an eventful last few years..
Edit: Why am I the only person getting negged? My stories aren't worse than others..
It was a really good night so I'm told but I can't remember a thing. God knows how I got home.
There are various pictures of me dancing wildly on many different tables though .
That kinda sucked =P
I failed, threw up all over the booth (and everyone), whilst being watched by a dance floor of people, and then got carried out by the bouncers (apparantly)
Note to self - stop thinking you're cool when downing sambuca with 7 guys who are all over 6 foot.