I was so messed up that I...

[Evil Chris]

(insert your over-indulgence anecdote here)

I was so messed up once that at a party, I thought I had lost a very valuable ring. I was in a panic, and had the bar staff and some friends on their hands and knees looking for it with flashlights on the bar floor.

I ended up finding it in my pocket where I had put it for safe-keeping.

[Funbrunette]

Originally Posted by Evil Chris

(insert your over-indulgence anecdote here)

I was so messed up once that at a party, I thought I had lost a very valuable ring. I was in a panic, and had the bar staff and some friends on their hands and knees looking for it with flashlights on the bar floor.

I ended up finding it in my pocket where I had put it for safe-keeping.

Why don't you tell the REAL story!!!!!! ROFL!!!!!!!

[Dravyk]

Originally Posted by Funbrunette

Why don't you tell the REAL story!!!!!! ROFL!!!!!!!

Fess up, Chris!

You started this. Inquiring minds want to know!

[Evil Chris]

Originally Posted by Dravyk

Fess up, Chris!

You started this. Inquiring minds want to know!

I don't know what I left out, apart from saying that I had the best part of a bottle of Tanquery in me.

It wasn't a wedding ring, it was an NHL championship ring from 1977.

[MorganGrayson]

I react badly to "challenges." Throw down a gauntlet and the worst part of my personality comes out. The man who became my husband remarked "women can't handle tequila." (Oh-fucking-YEAH?) Actually, I'd never had tequila, but I rose to the challenge and decided to drink the man under the table.

I did. I walked up the stairs to the bedroom, mocking him happily, as he crawled up the stairs on his hands and knees.

I'm really, really short on amusing drinking stories, so I have to make do with the ones I have.

[domtheboy]

Originally Posted by MorganGrayson

I react badly to "challenges." Throw down a gauntlet and the worst part of my personality comes out. The man who became my husband remarked "women can't handle tequila." (Oh-fucking-YEAH?) Actually, I'd never had tequila, but I rose to the challenge and decided to drink the man under the table.

I did. I walked up the stairs to the bedroom, mocking him happily, as he crawled up the stairs on his hands and knees.

I'm really, really short on amusing drinking stories, so I have to make do with the ones I have.

I can't drink tequila any more after a horrific incident during my brief spell at university in the late 90's.

At a party I drank some where in the region of 11 500ml cans of Fosters topped up with tequila (yes, I mean poured directly into the can, not drunk as a chaser). Yes it did taste like paint stripper.

And yes, I did wake up at 8am the following morning shaking like one of rehab's finest and feeling like someone had chopped an axe into the centre of my forehead

[Dravyk]

... and then there was the time that I was at one of the two Nawlins conventions, and eating breakfast at the Harrah's buffet bar at 4:30 in the morning with VirtuMike ....

And suddenly I realized my eyes were closed and it seems my mouth was full of my teeth .... Hmm, rather, my mouth was full of what seemed, felt, as though all my teeth were knocked out or something.

Turned out, unbeknonwst to me, that I had sat down with my plate, put crisp bacon in my mouth, and fell asleep sitting up there at the table, and a half an hour later when I woke up in the same position, I'd chewed the bacon down to where it had no flavor left and they must have been 30 or 40 pieces in there that were about the right texture and size of my teeth ....

[Evil Chris]

Originally Posted by Dravyk

... and then there was the time that I was at one of the two Nawlins conventions, and eating breakfast at the Harrah's buffet bar at 4:30 in the morning with VirtuMike ....

And suddenly I realized my eyes were closed and it seems my mouth was full of my teeth .... Hmm, rather, my mouth was full of what seemed, felt, as though all my teeth were knocked out or something.

Turned out, unbeknonwst to me, that I had sat down with my plate, put crisp bacon in my mouth, and fell asleep sitting up there at the table, and a half an hour later when I woke up in the same position, I'd chewed the bacon down to where it had no flavor left and they must have been 30 or 40 pieces in there that were about the right texture and size of my teeth ....

hahaha... nice one.

At the summer New Orleans show in 2000, a few of us (Good Chris, Dugmor, and Pornication Josh) though it would be fun to go to Pat O'Brians for a "hurricane" before dinner. So at around 6pm we arrive there and get a round of the tall, red drinks. We decided, "ok one more" about 6 times and by midnight they were carrying me out of the place.

On the way out, Jon Silverstein is walking in... sees my condition and goes "Hey Chris, come on in for a Hurricane!"

[Anthony]

Wedding ring?

[Peaches]

Looong time ago. Was dating my soon to be husband and The Limelight had an industry party for those in the bar biz. Soon to be hubby had to work so I went with a friend of ours (who now owns at least one of the hottest bars in ATL, btw ). I'm not a good drinker anyway and was drinking coke and Southern Comfort (yuck!) and a lot since they were free. Our friend looked like he was trying to score and I didn't want to be a drag on his pick up, so I volunteered to walk home.

Those who know the area know how stupid that was. I started walking down Piedmont and made it all the way to Peachtree before he figured out what had gone down. He pulls up next to me but I won't get in the car. I was on a mission - walk home. He gets out and I start running so he tackles me, lol! Down I go and hit my head on the cement. He calls my boyfriend who comes home, we have a nurse friend who says I'm slurring my words and can't focus (well duh) so I should go to the hospital. Off we go. I had a concusion

I have never touched a drop of Southern Comfort since - and never tried to walk down Peachtree alone either

[Dravyk]

Originally Posted by Peaches

I have never touched a drop of Southern Comfort since - and never tried to walk down Peachtree alone either

Uh, Peaches ... just to add a scientific point of view here ....

It seems the Southern Comfort and walking down Peachtree alone were not the actual problems. I'd avoid the getting tackled and getting a concussion thing more. (And resume the drinking!)

[justb]

Originally Posted by Peaches

Looong time ago. Was dating my soon to be husband and The Limelight had an industry party for those in the bar biz. Soon to be hubby had to work so I went with a friend of ours (who now owns at least one of the hottest bars in ATL, btw ). I'm not a good drinker anyway and was drinking coke and Southern Comfort (yuck!) and a lot since they were free. Our friend looked like he was trying to score and I didn't want to be a drag on his pick up, so I volunteered to walk home.

Those who know the area know how stupid that was. I started walking down Piedmont and made it all the way to Peachtree before he figured out what had gone down. He pulls up next to me but I won't get in the car. I was on a mission - walk home. He gets out and I start running so he tackles me, lol! Down I go and hit my head on the cement. He calls my boyfriend who comes home, we have a nurse friend who says I'm slurring my words and can't focus (well duh) so I should go to the hospital. Off we go. I had a concusion

I have never touched a drop of Southern Comfort since - and never tried to walk down Peachtree alone either

and it's not that far lol!

The Limelight was Rupert's when I first moved to Atlanta. My God how I loved that club!

[TheEnforcer]

that I and another friend of mine couldn't open the door to my house. I kept looking for my keys which he had in his pocket and he tried to use his keys to open my door. His girlfriend, who was sober, finally got annoyed watching us and got out of her car and let me in. The next morning I woke up not knowing where my car was cause it wasn't in the garage. It was still at the afterbar we went to and his girlfriend picked us up at.

[voodooman]

I was so messed up once that I thought I was Aqua Man and fell into Serge's swimming pool.

*invisible text*
I was actually pushed but cannot get anyone to admit the truth

*end invisible text*

[PornoDoggy]

Let's see ...

waking up with a note pinned to my chest explaining where my car was, and not knowing how I got home.

arguing with my wife and another couple about not leaving the diner we stopped for breakfast at before we got our meal, and only believing that I had eaten when they pointed out I had egg yoke on my face from where I passed out with my forehead in the plate.

explaining to the Coronado, California policeman that I did not NEED to take a fucking field sobriety test, because I had been fucking studying, and I was ready for the fucking breathalyzer (this was after falling out of the car onto my face when he stopped me).

[TheEnforcer]

Hahahahahaha.. good one Drav...

[Dale_Ryan]

Why is it that married guys always take their ring off whenever you go clubbing? Is it really for safekeeping or what?

[Funbrunette]

Originally Posted by Dale_Ryan

Why is it that married guys always take their ring off whenever you go clubbing? Is it really for safekeeping or what?

I don't know about guys, but I take my off to look single...lol

[TheEnforcer]

Originally Posted by Dale_Ryan

Why is it that married guys always take their ring off whenever you go clubbing? Is it really for safekeeping or what?

No married guy need ever take off their ring. A ring is like a magnet for women looking for no strings attached sex. Sad, but true.

[Evil Chris]

Originally Posted by Dale_Ryan

Why is it that married guys always take their ring off whenever you go clubbing? Is it really for safekeeping or what?

It wasn't my wedding ring. You didn't read through the thread.

[Nickatilynx]

I'm so not getting involved in this thread...

[TheEnforcer]

Originally Posted by Nickatilynx

I'm so not getting involved in this thread...

Hahahaha...

I'll limit myself to just that one to be safe!! ;>))