I was so messed up that I...

[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!"