Disgraced myself on a work night out

[ethanrayne]

Can anyone share their tales of similar drunken foolishness to make me feel better???

I can't remember most of details but according to a co worker vomiting and falling asleep in bar were involved 😳

Ahhh takes me back. Picture this. First good job in a field I was dying to be in. Cool older gang, very welcoming and fun. They invite me out for drinks after work, it's summer and all is wonderful. We're sitting outside, me and new work pals. I was 17, and they were all much more mature and had "other halves" and "landlords" I was fascinated. So we sat at a pub picnic table, at that age I was a bit wild at the best of times, so decided to prove my crayzee fun side could also be sophisticated by....ermmm... smoking a cigar. All very gung ho! It was so rank the cigar, that I spewed vomit absolutely everywhere, all over the pub picnic table, which had convenient slots for the sick to run down and slip onto everyone's shoes and handbags. The. Worst. They were so kind, packed me off in a cab, we laughed about it the next day and beyond - although the shame of it was still with me. They could have been right dicks about it, but gave me a pass

I had half a drink rushed to the toilet made it as far as door projectlied vomited all over before passing out - was a v posh restaurant!

Shagged a temp.

Shagged another temp.

Shagged boss.

All on the same night, mind. Curse you, free bar.

It's a very rare person who hasn't disgraced themselves in some way ever at a social event with colleagues. When I was in my late teens I stupidly 'mixed grape and grain' at a Christmas lunch, not knowing any better.

I felt really ill and was helped to the toilet to vomit, then a really nice manager from up the corridor put me in a quiet room where I could lie down on a sofa with a bin beside me in case of further need. He said, "Don't worry, no-one's laughing at you or is talking about you." I was left to sleep it off there in subdued lighting until home time.

Obviously it was mentioned again, but only briefly and it was forgotten about soon enough. I'm sure your experience will be too.

I put my arms around my work colleague and made him take pictures of us both! I accessed a fellow work colleague of fancying me .

*accused

I've been really drunk on work nights out. I can't think of anything too bad that I've done.

I did gate crash my friends works night out and go to a hotel with the big boss.

Work Christmas night out in Manchester. We ran into the bloke who plays Steve in Corrie. I developed an unhealthy fascination with him and apparently kept following him around going "Steeeeeeve" while he tried to escape. In most of the photographs of that night, I am wrestling him into shot and pointing at his face while grinning like a twat.

Possibly worse was the office trip to the Races where after the coach left, we realized there were not enough seats for everyone, then someone threw up, the coach had a fender bender and about 5 people fell over and landed on top of the vomiter. There were injuries and an inquiry when we got back to work on Monday.

I am an old fart now but I love cackling at the youngsters when they drink too much

Ha ha ha that's dead funny because "Steve"'s wife is a MNer!

My first time at a conference in a foreign city, lovely evening with new boss and colleagues, they took me to the pub after dinner and introduced me to everyone (mostly 40-50 something men, I was much younger). Everyone is awfully friendly and nice. More drinking in the hotel, we run out of fags so I lead the trip to the strip club opposite to get fags there and chat up all the strippers in my best (terrible) French. End up snogging a colleague in his room (I was recently engaged). Next morning I have death / fear / hangover / remorse / nausea etc. We have a meeting with our Belgian distributor who gives us boxes of chocolates at the beginning. The sight of these makes me feel sick, so I make a quick apology and run dramatically from the table, but know that I have no idea how to get to the loo. So I run round the back of some screens and vomit into a plant pot. It is the loudest noise ever, the screens are very thin and on the other side of them is simply everyone in my industry. They still talk about it 11 years later (though my boss was an absolute star, telling everyone I had had oysters the night before).

Worked in a student accommodation in my early 20's and the flats were empty for the summer.

We had a celebrate-the-students-leaving BBQ after hours where I hit the cheap wine far, far too hard. My memory goes black for several hours of that night but I woke up the next morning in one of the empty student flats with vomit on the floor beside the bed. My dress was in the sink, also covered in vomit, and I was later informed that my boss had had to strip me to my underwear and put me to bed

I was sent away to a do with some suppliers as I was the quiet and boring/sensible one who wouldn't bring the firm into disrepute.

I ended up being the instigator to a 10k bar bill (on the other company), crashing an awards ceremony that we had nothing to do with and being the last people to leave that one too (having drunk an awful lot there) and then passing out in one of the directors rooms.

It made an interesting Monday.

After a boozy Xmas lunch/night out shagged a co-worker on reception desk and got caught by one of the senior partners in the firm who had unbeknownst to us gone back to work after. (Fucking jobsworth). Had the fear all weekend and hid in my bed until the Monday morning when by that time EVERYONE in the building knew about it. (Fucking jobsworth gossip!) Bad times.

Disclaimer - don't drink these days before I get a lecture which I would fully deserve.

Ooh @rabbitcakes, crashing an award ceremony is the best. +9000 points if you get to go on stage

rabbitcakes Respect! A 10k bar bill? That's epic!

Well, last week one of my colleagues passed out- we were at an event in a field- and when someone tried to help him back to his room he squeaked about not wanting to go to bed, tried to run away, like a petulant toddler and ran straight into a parked car.

I have tried to do the worm, on stage at a black tie ball. I cannot do the worm.

I have sung karaoke. With no music: and no talent for singing.

I have played air hockey so aggressively I broke a manager's cheekbone.

I have caught my old boss and another colleague shagging in a lift of a five star hotel.

Ah, the fear. It grips me now, even years after these antics.

Got hammered on a colleague's hen do. We were thrown out of a taxi in the town centre as I was sick and had to walk home, I insisted on 'navigating' and took us for a walk up a motorway. At 2am. Dressed in bunny girl outfits. Luckily a kind motorist (not the police or a mad axe murderer) picked us up and drove us home. For context, we were both fairly senior teachers at a well known local public school...

Ha ha ha that's dead funny because "Steve"'s wife is a MNer!

The shame of that night never ends....

Ecclesiastes, I'm ROARING with laughter over that.

Any chance of more detail on the logistics?

I very rarely drink, I'm boring. On mat leave and got invited to XDPs work do (same company different departments) so I went along, drank too much too quick, moved along to another pub and had more to drink where we bumped into another department from work. I proudly infront of everyone declared my love for one of our colleagues, apparently I told her she's the sort of person I would want to date properly not just shag because she's amazing (I'm a woman who noone knew was bi). I am apparently going to join this team on my return (next month) and they are still talking about it

This thread has cheered up my Saturday night. I declare that @rabbitcakes wins with £10k bar bill

Im still laughing about the special scottish socks! It is a classic line.

I love the10k bill although has made me Bert nervous of next bank statement - I was very contactless happy in the parts of the night I do recall 😱

I tried to do the worm ahaha ha

Very not Bert ffs