You - Any Drunken habits
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A number of texts I shouldnt have sent / sent to wrong person have taught me not to take my mobile with me when going drinking.
Other than that my only other habit when drunk is challenging people to ridiculous drinking contests. Last time I ended up in a northerners vs southerners contest.
I upheld the fine name of the south by declaring the mixer was too wimpy and using whisky as a mixer instead. Victory was sweet.
Other than that my only other habit when drunk is challenging people to ridiculous drinking contests. Last time I ended up in a northerners vs southerners contest.
I upheld the fine name of the south by declaring the mixer was too wimpy and using whisky as a mixer instead. Victory was sweet.
Having a nice kip on someones lawn (summer only).
Ill advisedly opening that bottle of wine you were saving even though you are already paralytic and starting to cook something complicated (toast
).
Finding flames leaping off the cooker after you have fallen comatose in front of the goggle box for several hours.
So nothing extraordinary then.
One of my favourites was...trying to navigate my way to a party after the pubs shut (only been to the house once before), being refused service at a chippy, getting lost, finding a railway line that must go past my house and deciding to walk home that way.
And going the wrong way.
Trundle trundle trip swear etc.
Several hours later I gave up and had to get a taxi home. I'd walked so far the taxi was HUGELY expensive.
>> Edited by planetdave on Monday 6th December 10:54
Ill advisedly opening that bottle of wine you were saving even though you are already paralytic and starting to cook something complicated (toast
). Finding flames leaping off the cooker after you have fallen comatose in front of the goggle box for several hours.
So nothing extraordinary then.
One of my favourites was...trying to navigate my way to a party after the pubs shut (only been to the house once before), being refused service at a chippy, getting lost, finding a railway line that must go past my house and deciding to walk home that way.
And going the wrong way.
Trundle trundle trip swear etc.
Several hours later I gave up and had to get a taxi home. I'd walked so far the taxi was HUGELY expensive.
>> Edited by planetdave on Monday 6th December 10:54
pulling a model and waking up with a fat bloater has occaisionally happened!
other than that,i once fell asleep in some shrubbery in a hotel car park once after indulging in some brandy
i also have a habit of falling asleep with the tv on and fully clothed!
>> Edited by iansull on Monday 6th December 11:36
other than that,i once fell asleep in some shrubbery in a hotel car park once after indulging in some brandy
i also have a habit of falling asleep with the tv on and fully clothed!
>> Edited by iansull on Monday 6th December 11:36
Last week I had one of these exemplary evenings, where everything happens that could only happen when I'm drunk. I have been in a location where mostly students go. Tuesday is without fixed entertainment, like a pub with a DJ. This time, the DJ had a little slide show on the beamer, and explained music genres; no one really took care though.
I had a bottle of Apfelwein before I left home to go there and meet fellow students. Between 2200 and 0230 I must have had around ten bottles with 0.33l, so no headache quantity.
During the evening I took the p·ss out of three freshers. Later met one of my professors and told him what a cack-handed twerp our faculty's IT-staffer is, until prof stopped the conversation to tell me that I'm obviously drunk. Gee thanks
A bit later, when tottering around with mates, I fell down the stairs only to fall on my bum and on my head (no open wound). Luckily, my mobile phone in the rear pocket absorbed most of it, so I found the display cracked the next morning. The telephone must have gone off then, because later next day I got grief from a friend that expected me to bring her home that evening (or at least to tell her I'm going, which I didn't because I walked home with some other mates), and why my telephone was off all the time.
So basically, I get in a party mood and start talking frankly when drunk
I had a bottle of Apfelwein before I left home to go there and meet fellow students. Between 2200 and 0230 I must have had around ten bottles with 0.33l, so no headache quantity.
During the evening I took the p·ss out of three freshers. Later met one of my professors and told him what a cack-handed twerp our faculty's IT-staffer is, until prof stopped the conversation to tell me that I'm obviously drunk. Gee thanks
A bit later, when tottering around with mates, I fell down the stairs only to fall on my bum and on my head (no open wound). Luckily, my mobile phone in the rear pocket absorbed most of it, so I found the display cracked the next morning. The telephone must have gone off then, because later next day I got grief from a friend that expected me to bring her home that evening (or at least to tell her I'm going, which I didn't because I walked home with some other mates), and why my telephone was off all the time.
So basically, I get in a party mood and start talking frankly when drunk
gemini said:
It would appear that when I reach a "certain" stage in the evening a homing beacon comes on and I slip away
I'm exactly the same - at some point in the night I will just disappear. On occasion, I have caused people to search for my still-warm corpse in a dumpster. The most memorable one was on a stag night in Salisbury. We decamped to a strip club, only I'd run out of cash, so off I went to find a cashpoint. Only I couldn't find a cashpoint so I went back to the strip club. Which, of course, I couldn't find either. I woke up back in the hotel room, which I had no recollection of walking back to. I do, however, remember getting as far as some village in the middle of nowhere and deciding that I had probably gone in the wrong direction...
Worst drunken habit is pulling my mates sister, which I have now done more times than I can remember. He's used to it now.
I'm terrible for stuff like that. Good thing I have understanding friends.
And the good old beer scooter always whisks me away at the end of the night, often leaving everybody else questioning my whereabouts for days to come.
I'm sooooooo glad I gave up drinking actually!
I'm terrible for stuff like that. Good thing I have understanding friends.
And the good old beer scooter always whisks me away at the end of the night, often leaving everybody else questioning my whereabouts for days to come.
I'm sooooooo glad I gave up drinking actually!
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