We find one that allows us to give it a listing of every single piece of alcohol in the house and it will give us a list of drinks we can make. We're DELIGHTED.
-Ress

I have used that same site in a similar situation. That was the night I made a shot with a raw egg white and blue curcao and god knows what else. My friend threw it up all over my new wireless keyboard. Bastard still owes me.

But anyway, thats a great site!

Hmmm, I'm not sure I want to see those...

Oh, who am I kidding, of course I do!

http://www.webtender.com

This has taught me to never drink with foreigners. Maybe Canadians are alright.

Here they are:

Ok here is the deal, Dalwin has one of these stories. If he tells his, I will tell mine (which I have never done). Mine is probably meant more for the pit and was long, long ago, but wtf, you guys don't know me in person. Oh wait...

Ok here is the deal, Dalwin has one of these stories. If he tells his, I will tell mine (which I have never done). Mine is probably meant more for the pit and was long, long ago, but wtf, you guys don't know me in person. Oh wait...
WE WANT THE KHROS STORY! WE WANT THE KHROS STORY! Or was it Pregor? ;)

Dalwin... I'm waiting!

Dalwin... I'm waiting!

Wow...leave it to Khros to throw me under the bus here :)

Very well.

I have a couple of stories of my drunken escapades. The one in particular I think Khros is referring to occurred about 13 years ago. Kharthis and I were invited to New Orleans for a college friend's wedding. I was one of four groomsmen and I was pretty stoked about going.

So we make the drive from Atlanta down to New Orleans and when we arrive it's this great scene of meeting old friends you haven't seen in awhile. We go to the rehearsal and I get to meet the four bridesmaids. What I am about to say may make me sounds incredibly shallow (ok, fuck it, I WAS being incredibly shallow). Three of the girls were smoking hot. The fourth, well, let me just say she referred to as "The Beast" by several people. During the rehersal we are getting paired up and everything looks fine - I am not escorting the beast. There was definately a sigh of relief.

The next day the wedding comes. We're all standing in line waiting for the music to start. I am third in line, and "The Beast" is fourth. Everything is cool. The next thing I know, the guy behind me, who is friends with the guy in front of me walks up to talk to his buddy for a second. The music starts and we start going down the aisle and the guy essentially pushes me back in line.

I didn't want to make a scene, so there I am escorting the one bridesmaid none of us wanted to walk down the aisle with. In that one brief moment, she became my virtual date for the night, a prospect that I wasn't thrilled at. So when we hit the reception, I decided I needed to drink, and drink heavily.

In the course of the next 15 minutes I downed 5 Long Island Ice Teas. I had never had them before, and as most people will tell you, they taste NOTHING like alcohol. So of course I was chugging those puppies down. About 20 minutes later, I am out on the dance floor with her, and I found myself staring at the back wall. Suddenly, the alcohol hit me, all at once and I remember this huge wave rush over me and I felt like the entire room spun around about 90 degrees leaving me staring at a different wall.

What happened after that, was mostly a blur. However, thanks to Kharthis who had been charged with videotaping the event, I was able to go back and watch my crazy antics. At one point, they are playing YMCA at the reception and I am up on the dance floor all by myself (Tux and all) banging out the dance. And boy, do I suck at dancing. I definately degenerated into Barney from the Simpsons, slurred speech and all. I stumble over to my old roommate and start professing my undying, man crush, love for him and how much I miss him. Not in the gay sorta way, just in the "I love you, man" kinda way.

A few people managed to escort me out of the main area to a back room where I collapsed and stared at the ceiling for about 20 mins. Not one to be out of the action for long, I pulled myself up and returned to main reception area and fell into a chair. The next thing I know I start to get this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I say to myself "Yep...I got about 60 seconds until I start puking." My head has fallen forward, feeling like it has 20 extra pounds on it, but I swing it up and to the right and see the exit sign. I pull myself out of the chair, stumble toward the front doors and throw them open. I do another drunken stumble down the front steps of the restaurant and then, as if on cue, all hell breaks loose. I am projectile vomiting and hitting distances about 8-10 feet. This goes on for many minutes and once the convulsions started they would not stop. Once emptied I continued dry heaving. and that hurt like a mother.

I am told by Kharthis that at this point, a deputy who was at the reception (not sure why he was there) walks in and says "Hey! Who's friends with the big guy? 'Cause he is puking all over the front of the restaurant." The manager comes out and I can see by the look on his face that the smell is pretty overwhelming. I remember his grabbing some poor bus boy and speaking to him in Spanish about cleaning up the vomit and the look on the guy's face was priceless. He was hosing things down for about 20 minutes.

In the morning, I awoke to find that I had puked all the alcohol out of my system. I had absolutely no hang over. But the damage I did by making such an ass out of myself made me decide never to drink like that again. In the end, as annoyed as I was at the prospect of escorting the beast, she probably (and rightfully so) remembers me as the one she would rather not have been with :)

As for the video, it has only been viewed once. Kharsian has seen it and he can verify that the amusement factor was high. I have had to "procure" it from my wife on more than one occassion who seems to be hell bent on saving it to use against me in the future. I think I have it now. Not sure. But rest assured, it ain't going up You Tube...ever...

Khros was kind enough to tell me his story last night. I am happy to say, that it was enjoyable enough to make me not mind posting mine :)

Well, I guess I should have expected it would be easy for him to post his knowing mine was going to be around the corner. I told this story for the first time last night at a club to Dalwin. I think it was the motivation he needed to post his - which he has always been reluctant to talk about.

I guess in a way this story will give you a little insight into where I stand now on my 0-tolerance (or should I say 1-tolerance policy). Trust me, it has nothign to do with dependance. It has more to do with the fact that this is story is probably more tame than some others I could tell. Well, I will let you be the judge. I am sure some of you will read this and say "uhm, I thought this was gonna be a good one!"


Ok, first, some insight into where I was during this time. I was 17 years old and had recently moved to Georgia. Prior to that I dabbled lightly in drugs and a tiny bit of alchohol, but not much. I hated the taste of alchohol and I was a little affraid of drugs since I had some big expectations for myself school-wise. However, when I moved to Atlanta in my senior year of highschool, abandoning my first true love - Sue Brunkey - things changed for me. In a totally new place with a chance to be whoever I wanted to be, I decided to be someone who didn't give much of a shit. I dove pretty hard into escape and this was one night that, looking back, is a tad comical and a bit scarey I guess, considering.

A bunch of us went out on a Friday night. I was still beholden to the parental timeline (i.e. be home at 2am, Mom had RADAR, Mom had masterful interrogation techniques, etc.) So although I liked to go out and lose myself, I still had to be cool about it. I couldn't get out of control too bad that I wasn't back in control by 2am return-to-home time.

So in keeping with this program, I decided that this one night was a good one to hit things hard. I started with smoking some weed and drinking some beer. I think I was only able to handle 3-4 beers. I hate alchohol so drinking for me was doing it as fast as I could to feel something. Then I decided to top that off with 2 qualudes and a hit of acid. (Yeah, feel free to have your kids line up for my lecture later).

We all went to see Led Zepplin's Stairway to Heaven at the midnight movie. We snuck some more beer and weed into the movie. I mean, all the above wasn't enough for a 18 year old body was it? During the movie, I remember being pretty out of it. When Jimmy Page's eyes glowed red things got a little weird for me - but other than that I was enjoying myself. Then my stomach started to be just a tad upset. Maybe it was the nachos - wait, did I even eat nachos? Anyway, I had a little gas in the theater. I didn't think it was much of a problem, but I did notice that it seemed really intense feeling and I was all like "wow, this is freaky cuz I am having gas in Led Zepplin's movie and Jimmy Page's eyes glow red, why the hell does Jon Bonam have a machine gun?" and stuff.

Somehow the movie ended, but I don't really know how. The next thing I knew I was in a car driving and everyone was screaming. I was thinking "Why is everyone screaming?" Then I thought, "oh wait, I am driving, maybe my driving isn't so good". So I asked the question, cuz I had to be sure "Are you guys all freaking out because I am driving bad or something?" The screams from the car in unison were "YES!" Then I was like "Do you want me to pull over?" Again, "YES!" I reply "Right here, on the side of the road?" The sound of a Rob Zombie movie from the backseat "OMFG, PLEASE, STOP, OMG". So I pulled over thinking "Damn guys, chill". Aparently I had hit 3-4 mailboxes and was unable to stay on the road much at all, let alone in my lane.

Somehow, I get home. I think we were late. We were probably 2 hours late or so. My younger brother was much more cool about things as we went in. I was climbing up the stairs on all fours. My Mom was like "Where in the hell have you been?!" I was like, "sorry mom wree aer late a liddal" She hollers from the top of the stairs "Have you been drinking?!" and I reply cooly from all fours, red and glassy eyed "noop, gerdnight". As I am climbing into my bed from the floor she is saying "I have had it with you! How dare you come home like this!" I am stripping off my pants anxious to get into the bed and I hear her exclaim "Michael! You have messed your pants!" I was like "hump? oh, led zepplin I think, ok I guess those weren't farts". Then I say as I get into the covers "Mom, you can ground me really hard and stuff tomorrow but can I please go to sleep now?"

Then I lay in bed with it spinning. I loved that, always did. I tried to make it spin harder and harder.

I think I was grounded for 2 weeks. This wasn't the last time I did stuff - that came later - but now when people ask me why I don't drink I feel like saying "What, and shit my pants again? Nah, been there, done that, got the T-Shirt."

Great stories guys. I'm going to have to think up something to share though I'm not sure mine ever end in the kind of embarrasement yours seem to have.


There was the time I was almost arrested on acid and I had my hands on the hood of a cop car and was watching it weaving in between my fingers...

Or the time me and 6 other guys thought we had lost an ounce of weed so we poured lighter fluid on our socks, tied them to sticks, lit them on fire and went running around the ravine we were in...

Hmmm....

Great stories guys. I'm going to have to think up something to share though I'm not sure mine ever end in the kind of embarrasement yours seem to have.



Oh these are supposed to be embarassing ones? Not sure I can tell one of those... LOL

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So we have some new members....

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...I have nothing to contribute to this.

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Don't worry Pils it's totally understandable that you don't remeber anything. Fortunately we started recording vent when you started raiding with us. We are going over the transcripts now.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...I have nothing to contribute to this.

Don't worry Pils it's totally understandable that you don't remeber anything. Fortunately we started recording vent when you started raiding with us. We are going over the transcripts now.

These are not the droids you are looking for...

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So we have some new members....

Okay okay fine.

So we had our work xmas part at the start of december. We were given two vouchers for free drinks. My immediate reaction was I would be drinking vodka and red bull. It was free.

After my two drinks tokens are gone, my boss gives me some more. apparently people who didn't show up, their tokens were given away to random people. Now the thing about myself is that I don't dance. Ever. And yet after six vodkas and red bull, I noticed they had a wii set up with a raving rabids house party game where you dance using the nunchuks. After staring at everyone using it for 20 minutes, I realized they were giving anyone who participated in the event MORE FREE DRINKS tokens. It seemed like a grand idea at the time.

fourteen vodkas and red bull later, I'm starting to wonder just where exactly I am, what I'm doing there and why people keep giving me free drinks. By sixteen, I'm ready to do my vanishing act, promptly grab my roommate who also works with me, got in a taxi. Did the old "I don't remember where I live," took my shoes off in the taxi and promptly loled over how I had odd socks on. Now I don't remember much after laughing at my socks that were bright orange and bright green respectively, but it went like this according to the roomie:

I got home. Left my shoes in the taxi (and they cost like 110$ wtf). managed to log on to my computer, wander around IF, get stuck in the lava and buy some linen cloth for 50g. I then go onto steam and bug my friend who is playing modern warfare to come play L4D2 with me, say brb 5 mins, eat my way through three tubs of pringles in 20 mins and then go to promptly vomit all over the bathroom and pass out. I woke up the next morning and the first thought is "god what the hell is that smell?" and then followed by the initial "oh holy hell" freakout.

I then also found out there was a film crew at the xmas party. FML.

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OUTSTANDING!

Watkins is adorable, THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY.

Makes me want to suggest VSFest in Cork!

Wow. This thread has been going for 2.5 years!

Makes me want to suggest VSFest in Cork!

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Wow. This thread has been going for 2.5 years!


I FOUND VAL!!

I was working third shift security for an industrial corporation in my hometown. Occasionaly, the third shifters would meet at a local tavern that opened at 0700 for breakfast, which worked out well since we got off at 0630.

Some folks would have breakfast food, like biscuits and gravy. Some would have hamburgers. Third shift is like that, it's messed up. Many would have a few beers.

So, for some reason, I felt it was a good idea to stick around after everyone but one good friend left. About 1100 he begs off, having to head home. I head to another bar where a friend of mine is a bartender and drink beer there until probablyclose to 2100. Now, I have to be at work at 2230, so I head home. I really have no idea how much beer I drank but based on my usual practices, it was at least a case equivalent over the course of the whole day.

I call another friend who works at the book-store. Some how knowing he has to close the store by himself, I ask him to call me in exactly 30 minutes (which I blearily recall would make it like 2145, just barely enough time to shower and make it to work) because I HAVE to get some sleep.

I wake up at 2215 to the sound of the phone ringing. Somewhat pissed, I answer and say "why didn't you call me sooner?!?". There's a slight pause, and my friend says "the phone's been ringing for 30 minutes....". I quickly apologize, hang up, jump in the shower and almost pass out. I crumple in the tub/shower with my eyes rolled back in my head and barely fend off a blackout. I stumble to my feet, wash, dry, dress and head to work.

In the security department, you leave your shift when relieved. For the most part, everyone relieve 10 minutes early. Not only am I 10 minutes late at 2240, but the person I'm relieving is so pissed they hand me the keys and radio without a word and stomp off, saving me from the exposure of even trying to talk.

Yes, I said keys. I had a motor route that night.

I climb in the pick-up truck, drive to the nearest building, walk in the front door and collapse in a corner of the lobby of this empty and dark building. I wake once when a janitor walks by me in the dark, apparently unaware she almost stepped on part of her security team.

I can't remember how long I slept. Almost the whole shift I think. I used a paper clip to reset the device we use to electronically scan the bar codes in our buildings as we did our rounds so there's no evidence that I never did the rounds (brilliance I know).

I have no idea why I didn't call in sick, or how I was able to get it together enough to have a friend help me make it to work. I presume I didn't trust my alarm clock. Hell, I don't know why I remember as much as I do. After that, I was always careful not to get so careless with alcohol. I was also never surprised to hear what people do when they drink. And I am very thankful I didn't mix my drinks that day. More than just beer would have done me in for sure. Fired, or arrested then fired, or fired and arrested I should think. I should have been fired but that job was the worst.....

It's the thread that keeps on giving