I thought i'd re-cap what happend last night:

It started off with my 4 best friends last concert as a band before they all leave for school, it was pretty insane, they sold out at the local stage, everyone had a great time until the cops came and shut it down at 11:00, so after the concert we all went to our class of '05 president's house which was amazing, we started by taking shots of bacardi 151, that stuff is intoxicating, i had 5 shots and was pretty well on my way, i had 2 more beers over the course of an hour so now its 1:00 and im GONE, so now theres about 15 people at this girls house and we decide to play drunk twister, which if you have not played while drunk, please do so its amazing. We play for an hour and now its 2:00, so one of my sober friends decides to take a group to macdonald's.

In my drunken stuper they coax me into going, and on the way convince me to ask for 4 hot dogs. Now we all know mc'd's doesn't make hotdogs but i obivously was too vanquished to realize this, so i ask for 4 hotdogs, and the lady says no, so i apparently i offered the cashier $5,000 if she would make me a burger with 4 patties and again she refused so i said this place sucks and walked outside where i passed out on the lawn in front of macdonald's. My friends picked me up when they were done eating, and i guess we went to C.V.S to "look at cool things", and while there i just started babbling to the cashier, her name was "patti" and i told her that she was a champion, of what i don't know, but that i loved her and invited her back for drinks, but she declined because she was working, mind you she is 53 years old hahaha.

Well next thing i know i wake up this morning at 7:37 back at the girl's house, with no recollection of what happend last night, my friends were at the kitchen table still drinking beer when they told me what had happend. I drove home and went to bed from 8-10:30, and its now 11:09 and last night was crazy

...

hahahaha, that sounds like a rollicking good time, even if you did only learn about what you did secondhand.

[QUOTE=Lord Kuat]...[/QUOTE]

Indeed.

I refuse to read anything that is sans-paragraph form.

That sounds like good safe alcoholic fun! I wish I could drink and have normal fun like that, instead I've got to do something illegal.

Ha ha.

I refuse to touch 151. Beer me, bartender.

I love being the sober people at parties, you can convince anyway to do anything.

Way to go man.

I always feel depressed, bored, and as though I'm missing out during such occasions.

This is true. I refuse to drink at big parites, not because I don't want to waste my life like that, but because I love watching everybody else make total asses out of themselves.

Semi-sober = best of both worlds.

You're not. You're really winning the game. They don't know it, though.

[QUOTE=Glyde Bane]This is true. I refuse to drink at big parites, not because I don't want to waste my life like that, but because I love watching everybody else make total asses out of themselves.[/QUOTE]
What a way to live your life...

[QUOTE=Raoul Duke]What a way to live your life...[/QUOTE]

In Glyde Bane's defense, it may not be much of a way to live your life, but it's a pretty good way to go to parties.

[QUOTE=Raoul Duke]What a way to live your life...[/QUOTE]

Boo for you, sir. It's his life and he obviously enjoys it if that's what he chooses.

Indeed. When I was at a party once one of my friends was drunk and making an *** of himself, so I convinced him he owed me $15. It was ******* tax.

Yes, Alcohol has the ability to create rifts and anomolies in the space-time continuum, where large gaps of time dissapear and you wake up teleported to strange places you've never seen before.
I've had those mornings where I feel i need to somehow "insert footage here".

thats it, that right there

I've had far too many nights like that. I may have a problem.

One time I woke up in my bed butt-naked, with puddles of water all over my floor and desk. I thought I might have attempted to shower, but my bed was dry . I still have no explanation. Apparently I went to some guy's room down the hall at 2 AM, and asked if he wanted to play video games.

Not my craziest drunk story, but one of the first and most confusing.

It's the aliens.

Man.... my latest party adventure involved everyone but me being drunk and me making out with this girl i've been crushing on forever.

If the best night of your life can be found at the bottom of a bottle...

Edit- Future posted.

Drinking is fun. Friday night was the best night of my life. Apparantly I ate a poker chip..

I was drunkenated by surprise last night. Whoops.

I was playing poker once and was trying to cheat by going all in, but hiding a chip in my mouth. Bad call.


As for drunken stories, last night was pretty fun, but nothing too exciting happened. I tried to steal one of those huge traffic barrel things. I failed to notice there was a cop a block down. Luckily for me cops are really cool in this city.

I also spent a while spooning with a guy and a girl on a couch. And trying to have someone pour beer into my mouth. They missed a lot.

Just FYI, there would definitely have been a surprising amount of alcohol still in your system when you drove home after a night of heavy drinking like that. I dont know what the drink-driving laws are like where you live, but it's something to think about before starting the car on the morning after.

Here is Australia the probationary licence blood alcohol level is 0.0, so getting behind the wheel the morning after a night drinking is very risky. More than once I've seen cops out breathtesting people at 9am on Sunday mornings.

Last night, I had a few drinks at a party, went back to my dorm, and broke my hookah. The resulting case of bad vibes is still having effects.

ya it probably wasn't the best idea ive had to drive home in the morning, but nothing beats sleeping in your own bed

That sucks majorly. My friend just got one though--thing's effing badass.

This is an interesting coincidence. Saturday night I was drinking at a small party and I had 5 shots of Bacardi 151 also. Although two of mine were mixed with coke. Rum and coke is oh so tasty.

[QUOTE=Chaz Ghostle]If the best night of your life can be found at the bottom of a bottle...[/QUOTE]

...then at least you didn't find it in a Cracker Jack box?

strange, i also had 2 drinks mixed with coke

OMFG are you serious? What's the chance that two seperate people would use the most common mixer on the same night?

By the way, I used it as well. I was drinking sloe gin mixed with coke out of a bowl with some guy. It looked like some sort of blood ritual. It was weird.

So? It's still completely pathetic and sad.

[QUOTE=Raoul Duke]So? It's still completely pathetic and sad.[/QUOTE]

This man never met a pastime he wasn't capable of looking down on.

[QUOTE=Michael MacFarlane]This man never met a pastime he wasn't capable of looking down on.[/QUOTE]
Oh please...watchign drunk people make a fool out of themselves is now a pastime? get a friggin life.

[QUOTE=Raoul Duke]Oh please...watchign drunk people make a fool out of themselves is now a pastime? get a friggin life.[/QUOTE]

It passes the time, so yes I guess everything is a pastime.

Touchay.

[QUOTE=Raoul Duke]Oh please...watchign drunk people make a fool out of themselves is now a pastime?[/quote]

What would you call it? And just to clarify, I'm asking for a noun, not adjectives.

You're right, man. Watching drunk people make asses of themselves is pathetic. Actually getting drunk and making an *** of YOURSELF is where it's at!

I, too, don't drink. I've got no problem with people who do...enjoy yourself. It's all in good fun.