When was the first time you got drunk? What happened?
I never got drunk but a bit tipsy. I was at a friend's b'day party and had only one glass of wine. My very first and almost fell off the stairs. Nothing too fancy.
big gulp of rye and 7 up.
used my bicycle with a friend....it was crazy ...couldn't drive straight and had never felt the intense physical sensations of alcohol intoxication before.
I don't really remember the first time I got drunk (what a surprise). But I remember one of the first few drinking sessions where I chugged a whole bottle of Liquer Galliano. I'm glad it wasn't something stronger because that type of nonsense can kill a person.
It's scary as a parent, because you know that teenagers are going to wind up being around alcohol at some point and that even well-raised even-tempered kids will still do impulsive, crazy, show-offy things. Alcohol poisoning scares me. Honestly, I'd rather have kids sitting around smoking pot than drinking alcohol. Other parents usually turn white when I express that opinion, but at least pot is not toxic enough to kill.
one glass of wine Lise? Come on, really.
Can't get myself drunk even if I tried. Been to a few parties where I tried to get wasted but I just ended up going to the bathroom a lot because I was drinking a lot. And the scary thing is I don't drink a lot so when I do go to parties and drink like 7 beers, some concoction of rum and vodka or something else. Nothing happends. The close I've gotten was whenever I drink a few then get up really quickly and have rush a blood to the head thingy. That brings on a drunken like state for 5 mins but I'm not really drunk my body is just slow to recover.
I had some injuries from an altercation during a high school soccer game many years ago. A Mormon dude (these guys are dangerous on the sports field) had tripped me, to stop me from scoring a goal. I had flown smack into the goal post, most of the impact hitting my elbow, right on the funny bone, creating a sensation like a surge of lighting jolting through my body. I was so enraged, I had kicked him in the head, knocking him out cold. Unfortunately, I had broken my foot in the process. At the clinic I was given codeine pills to elleviate my pain. After swallowing the codeine pills, I was swooning, and collapsed onto my knees. The doctor's office seemed to be warping, and I felt nauseous. It was then that it was discovered that I'm allergic to codeine.
Not quite the same as getting drunk, but I thought I'd share.
When I was 14, I did a foreign exchange to East Africa. When I arrived in Nairobi, there were these two blokes arguing over a bottle of Johnny Walker - then they both left and I took it. A couple of days later, my room-mate Alex and I stayed up late and "matched drinks."
We were staying in a older hotel, that had prententions of grandeur. There was a buzzer in every room that allowed you to buzz for room-service at any time. Outside our room's door was a device hung on the wall which displayed the room number that had buzzed for service (on our floor). The attendant would come padding down the hall, read the room number and push it back up and then go to that room number and ask them what they wanted.
About 2 am, we came up with a brilliant plan - we would buzz, go to the box on the wall, push our number up and pull some other room number down. We thought this was hillarious. Unfortunately, one of the things being drunk does is make you incapable of quitting while you're ahead.
I don't know if it was on our third or fourth turn in the game that the attendant caught us at it and chased us around the floor with a big stick. They had a big grand staircase - I do not recommend running down one of these when you're drunk.
We did get to the bottom, and we must've been ambulatory because I remember that we went out for steak and eggs. My last memory from that evening is watching my fork falling in slow motion from the table...
I don't think that I've ever been pissed drunk but................... (//forums/richedit/smileys/Teasing/5.gif)
ive never been drunk but the night isnt over yet.
That one was true, though it was many years ago. Needless to say, I'm a much nicer and more evolved person now. (The nicest guy on set, they say)
The nicest guy on set, they say
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Ha! I knew someone would ask me this. I'm writing these days.
It happened many, many years ago. I'd gone to see some friends in Germany and after travelling for over 24 hours without sleep, I was met and immediately taken to the beer festival which was in progress in the town. This involved much convivial drinking first in one tent and then in another, later I was seduced into taking an excursion on the large ferris wheel which was in attendance for the event. After this I was taken back to the house where I was going to stay, sat down in a see-through inflatable chair, and thence plied with more drink. To this day I have no idea who undressed me and put me to bed: the following morning I was too embarrrassed to ask.
Its funny my cousins live on a farm and when farmers get drunk they start fighting each other. Kids in the city get drunk and its one giant orgy.
a whole mixture of different hard liquors in my fathers liquor cabinet when I was 15. Ended up in the hospital. Thats why I mainly drink beer these days. If I drink to much hard stuff I get flash backs.
Well once, when travelling in Malaysia, I had strayed from the path, and found myself hopelessy lost. After 2 days, against my better judgement, I decided to 'sample' the berries that were growing in abundance throughout the exotic jungle. They were rich and sweet with an almost fermented tang to them. Without prelude, I went down like a brick. I awoke to raucous music and voices that were one moment a cacophony and the next, a frenzied chant. I was .......ummm Oh never mind. [img style="CURSOR: pointer" onclick=url(this.src); src="vny!://www.cheesebuerger.de/images/smilie/verschiedene/c010.gif" border=0]
What? What? TELL ME PC!!!!!!! Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know... (//vny!://discoverseattle.net/forums/richedit/smileys/Teasing/15.gif)
When was the first time you ever got drunk Lise?
Lise, have you ever been sober?
First time I got tipsy was at my highschool graduation where we celebrated the end of our childhood years at a friend's place. One glass of wine was all it took, SD. Seriously.
I have NEVER gotten drunk, to be honest. I don't believe in getting hammered and looking like a Paris.
I don't drink, not even for social occasions. It's just me. I can't handle the taste of alcohol.... also, it reminds me of work.
Sober? Yep, my middle name is sober.
I love hearing all these stories from you guys though. (//vny!://discoverseattle.net/forums/richedit/smileys/Happy/13.gif)
Lise you can be my designated driver anytime.
You wouldn't say that if you've seen how I drive, SD. Let's just say cars and me don't do well together.
My hubby would point out................... Lise is better of drunk. *heh*
You can't be that bad. If you are I'll be your human airbag.
OK, famous last words. (//vny!://discoverseattle.net/forums/richedit/smileys/Teasing/5.gif)
When you mean you're a bad driver what do you mean? Scared of things on the road? I've been lately, got run off the road 3 times in one day by these huge trucks on the highway. For about a week I was flinching at any weird movement I saw at the time.
I'm........ how shall I put it delicately............... a super safe driver. Too safe and too scared of what the other drivers might do. I will flinched if something comes out of nowhere. I have to plan my routes and I never drive beyond my area unless hubby's with me.
I guess I got to be this way since my last accident involving my sister and cousin. Haven't been the same since then.
Yeah my mom is the same way got in an accident and hasn't been the same since. Were your sister and cousin okay?
How did you get run off the road by the truck drivers, SD?
Oh, we were all fine. I had whiplash for a couple of weeks. Couldn't get up without squirming and breathing was hard. Car was a comple write-off though.
Anyways, gotta run. See you later, SD.
Um, I was in there way apparently, I was just turning off to the post office had my blinker on and what not, crazy redneck in his F-350. Then I got honked at for not slamming on the gas at a green light, right when it turned green. In New York a cabbie bumped us with his bumper because we weren't going fast enough. Never mess with crazy truckers, period.
i belive i was 12 yo. had a glass of wine with dinner was considerd old enough to have a glass with the sunday roast.... a nice red wine i belive it was australian i could be wrong though .... i also would not call it drunk tipsy most definatly... restless and sluggish and a wee bit off kilter next mon a minor headache ... trust me i kinda refilled my glass twice when the folks wernt looking . but the effects were lol .
My frist rip roaring fall down drunk stagger stagger fall on your ass drunk i was 16 yo ... i dont know who called my parents to come get me but someone did. glad they did thiers no way i coulda driven home that night ( skateboard folks not a car)
i remember dad saying we will discuss this in the morning. he was not mad i was drunk nor mad at having to come pick me up he was pissed cause it was his 60 pounder of old teachers scotch ( mind u the bottle was aproximatly 15 years old on top of the fact it was allready aged 20 years before retail sale) that i had got pissed with ( not to mention about 10 other young gentelmen and ladys )
i can tell you at some point in the evening i ran to vomit in the bathroom , i didn't quite make it ...
i ended up vomiting, along most of the hallway, one stream of shrimp crackers and god knows what ever else, the thing is i had eaten the shrimp the day before, i drank, i swear it. how they were thier a couple days later i dont know...
the next morning my right but cheek hurt like hell , you know guys the one you kleep your wallet in lol . anyways the amount of times i ended up on my ass im guessing is between 20 and 30 times . oh and the sturn lecture on drinking and taking dads booze the next morning . not pleasant at all , one bitch of a hangover... oh man , me head hurts now in remembrance of that hangover...
A river of vomit downstream? Eeeow.
BTW, you're not drunk now, are you, Orik? (//vny!://discoverseattle.net/forums/richedit/smileys/Teasing/23.gif)
sober 10 plus years now im guessing on that sobriety thing , had 1 mild incedent 2 weeks back had a glass of wine my friend made, whew that stuff left me a bit tipsy, wow . more like scotch than wine i swear it. anyone want a bottle aproximatly 3.5 gallon left of it. of very sweet white home made hooch alchohal content i'm guessing is around 15 to 20 percent...
honestly i may say i drink alot when ever i get the chance really. truth is i stick with mostly near beers and low alchohal drinks these days. i rarely have a drink with any alcohal over 4 percent these days. i do not like to lose my self controll via any substance drug alchohal etcetra. my drugs of choice are cigerettes ( however they are spelt ) and cafine from a cold coke-a-cola or a nice mochachino ...
so take it from me if i say im drunk im lieing if i say im stoned id better have just left the hospital or a dentist , cause i dont use recreationally ... used to not any more .
ps i cant spell for shit and im to lazy to correct common punctuation and grammatical mistakes. so i may seem drunk or stoned at any given moment. lol .
( edit hah i got a top)
Alrighty, Mr. Orik. No probs there. Just had to re-read your paragraphs a couple of times there. At least you're more coherent than say..... EED.
I was 17 and had a huge fight with my mom. She insisted I go to my friend's birthday party at a restaurant downtown because she felt bad about our fight.
It was Valentine's Day and the restaurant was decked out in foil heart shaped balloons. I grabbed one for myself and hung on to it all night, despite offers of cash for it.
My friend's mom and dad ordered wine with dinner, and I had some. I don't know how much I had, but I got wasted.
They took me home and my parents' driveway is really steep and it had melted and then frozen, making it a sheet of ice. My friend and her mom were helping me up the driveway and I fell flat on my face, dragging them down with me, and promptly vomited all over myself.
They got me to the house, where my friend's mom apologised over and over for my state. She and my parent's knew each other well, so there wasn't really a huge issue. I, of course, was utterly pissed and did not even care that I was utterly busted. Covered in vomit, I pointed proudly at the balloon tied to my wrist and said:
"This guy offered me dive follars for my bufloon" *Hic* "Hee hee"
My parents put me to bed with a pot nearby, choosing not to battle with the happy little drunk that had been delivered to them. That night my dad apparently said to my mom "I thought she doesn't drink..."
To which mom replied "Isn't that obvious?"
I didn't get in shit. In fact, the next day they let me sleep quite late, finding humor in my initiation to wine.