One time my buddy and I were drinking in a bar called "The Hideaway" in downtown Honolulu......we got there about 6:00pm and proceeded to drink pitchers of Budwieser (because they were only $2.50) normally a bar cannot serve alcohol after 2:00am but stays open until 4:00am (weird Hawaii rules...)
but this particular bar laughed in the face of decent society by serving alcohol well up until the 4:00am deadline. So my friend and I proceeded to drink pitchers and eventually took a few shots of Goldshlagger, and some tequilla I think too, but really at this point I am speaking from hearsay as I can't remember anything after about midnight.
my next clear thought found itself in a semi-lit enclosure with a sand floor, upon attempting to sit up I realized that it was also rather short. since I directly slammed my already aching head into the rowboat I had somehow crawled under and fell asleep. startled I threw the rowboat off of myself and stood up to realize that I was on the beach. not very surpriseing considering I was in Hawaii.
by this time I was nearing my second year in Hawaii and I had spent great deal of time on the beach in Waikiki to the right when you stand towards the ocean is a peak that juts out called diamondhead. this lead me to believe that the beach I was on was most definately NOT waikiki.
eventually I walked to the neareby road and find myself a local convenience store and found out were the hell I was exactly.....turns out I was on the other side of the island......only about an hour and a half drive away....but stilll...me being on foot this became increasingly bad of a situation.
eventually I got ahold of someone I knew that also knew where I was and returned to the barracks to the jeers and ridicule that usually accompany this type of behavior.....what I want to know is how I actually GOT to the otherside of the Island in the first place considering I was on foot and super drunk....
aliens.....thats how

Good?....Bad?......I'm the guy with the gun.

I once woke up with handcuffs the next day I can't spill more.... forum rules you know I still grin whenever I think about it

When I pass out, I always wake up in the morning in my own bed wondering how I got there. Autopilot is a great thing!

"Beer is proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy"

I once drank 12 cans of Carlsberg Special Brew and woke up in the wee hours in the central reservation of a motorway.

Another time i drank 2 full bottles of Southern Comfort and ended up on a plane to Greece with 2 dirty air hostesses from Olympicair.

Last Christmas i got shedded out with the lads from work and fell into a frozen lake, only 3 ft deep btw and had to be rescued by the Police who then nicked me u can imagine that didn't go down too well the next morning with 'er indoors.

lol. loving the sound of the greece flight there taw

oh god where do I start...

...I suppose I could mention the time when I was arrested (unfairly I thought) for trying to spell out the word "HELP" in the centre of a dual carriageway with 3 of my friends... I had to do lowercase "h" of course, or else it would have been impossible....

Erm.... Been to hospital twice and spent a night in a cell once after deciding the centre of the A6 was the perfect place for a nap

Wrestled my way home once after a drunken night at a pub and stolen dozens of traffic cones and rolled a dozen tyres down a main road hill as well - oh what fun.



As a freelancer one encounters some strange stuff - in the the end, however, you always remain the strangest thing you are ware of.

This might spoil your fun but Ive never even had a drink.

Taw, your second story's great!

Notthing like that has ever happend to me. I'm always carful when I drink. I'm such a boy scout.

Life: No one gets out alive.

it wasn't so great when I found myself in a hotel room at Athens airport with no cash and no means of getting home and a monstrous hangover and reeking of perfume still it was fun at the time!

I once was in Spain, where i and my parents 'hired' a house. We was about to go to a downtown resturant and my parents both drank half a glas of wine. Um... my mother didn't drinked up the whole glas, but said 'take it', 'c'mon' and so on. So i drank the glas... it wasnt that much but at the resturant... ah that was the funniest day of my life. I think i crashed three glases, can't remeber. That's the first time i was drunk. Did i mention im 13

I once crashed with my bicicle on the way home after a night in the bar, I passed out. Luckily someone found me and helped me get home. I guess my bicicle was totalled because for some reason I didn't take it home. I could remember vagely something about a bend weel, but it all was a blurr.
When I did get home (finally) I washed my wounds and went to sleep.
next morning I had a splitting headache and a black eye. I swore to myself I'd never get drunk again and I kept my promise, for about a month.
But never again like that night.

Edit: Damn spelling.

It's the sand in the clock wich stops the time... or was it... D'oh, I need to study harder on this time control thing.

Last Summer, I went to the Pub, And was able to drink 9 doubles of a drink called Balantines (Whiskey) without falling over, Oh my the worst was yet to come, after that I ordered a pre-mixed Bacardi Coke at another bar after giggling around a bit. that went allright for about 15 minutes.... Afetr that My body had such a high amount of endorphines that I just Passed out on the middle of the dance-floor, anyway, I was crried out by friends (I weigh in at 98 Kilo's nowadays and when your body has a high amount of endorphines (IE Drunk as a beaten bat) it gets loose and the muscles won't react as good as the Brains tell them to do so you would weigh about double. But anyway the last I could remember was being lifted and seeing a white light.

Next Morning, I woke up normally but with a mouth as dry as cotton. And then I forgot how I came there, until I discovered Hart Monitor Patches on My chest (4 of them)then It all came back to me and the white light I made out as the ambulance I heard something about the night before.

I have never been and never will be as drunk as then.

Did I mention that it was during a festival called "Polderse Kermis"?? It translates as Polderian Crufts, and is THE biggest drinking festival in the village combined with a wee bit of carnival as distraction from the drinking
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Edited by - Locutus on 1/7/2004 2:38:31 PM

Let's see, Im usually under control when I drink. I always manage to keep myself composed enough not perform any great attrocities. However, there was one night where myself and a few mates went to a country club in the riverland (farming country for citrus growers) for the weekend. Anyway we were perched up on a golf green and I was halfway through my menu of a 6 pack of ale and a bottle of jack daniels, when the sprinklers decided to come on directly underneath me. Well, I was never one to ruin a good evening just because I was saturated, so I stripped down until I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and my old faithful Doc Martens.

Then the great idea came to play a few put shots on the green, of course when your as pissed as that the finer points of the game don't seem to able to transmit from your brain to your arm. So as sure as the sun rises, the driver soon came out and we proceeded to take large divets out of the green in a bold attempt to match the corking drives of John Daly. We all eventually fell where we stood and after the mandatory dribble about world events and how we would run the world, we passed out. Awaking to the constant prodding of a reasonably peterbed greenskeeper and an exuberant crowd of well wishers who were suitably entertained by my lack of attire, it became apparent that greenskeepers do not like young gentlemen getting drunk and hacking large chunks out of their greens.

The club manager then thanked us for our stay and proceded to wish us a fond farewell and kindly asked us to never return.

I've been very drunk a few times without misshap but this summer, I was in Borneo (I was there for 4.5 months mapping and teaching) and for the last two weeks myslef and some friends went travelling round Borneo. We were at a river camp on the 30th and 31st of August. The 30th was a friends birthday and the 31st was Malaysia day. I started drinking at about 6 with supper and the party continued until midnight when the party 'restarted' for Malaysia day. I drank - on my own - two bottles of rice wine, home made stuff at that! I was sleeping in a hammock whereas most people were in hut's on stilts (I'd moved as it was more comfortable!). It had been raining all afternoon and most of the night (I headed to bed at about 2/3 I suppose) and the oxbow lake had flooded so there was about 2.5 feet of water under my hammok! I got into it without realising, and my sleeping bag fell in the water as I tried to get in, Hammoks when drunk are tricky things. I woke up in the morning with a splitting headache and rose at about 11 to hang up my sleeping bag to dry (I hadn't used it that night). I then went back to sleep for the rest of the day, getting up for supper still feeling somewhat off. I felt nearly OK again the next morning...

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