To ask for the most famous drunken happening in your circle of friends past or present

[Sarahh2014]

Was thinking today about the time many years ago went to a house party done a country lane and on the way home my good friend decided in her parylectic state she wanted to ride a horse home because she couldn't be arsed to get a taxi!! We didn't let her mount in of course but we were on the floor laughing

Mount it I meant

When I was about 15 we went to a house party that involved a canny train ride, and a hike across a field to a huge farm house. No adults /dps. We got snowed in and no trains the next morning. We raided the freezers and chopped up some chairs in a garage for the open fire!

I went out with a good friend to a nightclub for the millennium, we were 19 at the time. She got absolutely wasted, was sick down herself and ended up being thrown out into the street by the bouncers. She proceeded to pass out on the pavement before being taken by ambulance to the nearest a&e.

I sat in the waiting area until she was released at 5 am wearing a neck brace (precautionary only after an x-ray!). We spent the rest of the night at mine as she was too scared to go home in case her dad gave her a telling off. We laugh about it now even though i wasnt laughing then - Happy days!

FIL so pissed the night I met my future in laws, he tried to call a taxi to go home from hos own kitchen. They are a hoot!

Pmsl at these

My friend dove face first into a hedge at 5 in the morning after we returned from a night out because a car was going slowly down the road and she thought it was a drive by.

It was a milk truck in the middle of a quiet leicestershire suburb. We all stood there and wet ourselves at her.

I ran into the edge of a house once. Wanted to get home quickly, house was in the way, I was totally confident it would move out of my way.

Male friend was v v drunk and we'd had a curry earlier to sober up a bit/line our stomachs for more drinking. We were in a taxi and he suddenly needed a shit. Taxi pulled over, he jumped out and ran down an alley, backwards, pulling his jeans down. He leaned forwards and just let out a spray of shit. Except it wasn't a dark alley at all, just a side street that led to an open courtyard for a trendy restaurant. He practically poo'd on a table and all over a women's handbag. She handed him a napkin. A napkin!!! Like that's what you do when a stranger has a shit on your handbag. My friend married him a few years later!

I was once so drunk I ordered a shot and a glass of wine because I couldn't decide what I wanted. When the shot and wine came, in my drunken state, I forgot what I ordered and thought I'd ordered a jäger bomb and they are serving me the red bull in a wine glass because they ran out of tumblers.

So I put the shot of vodka in to a large glass of white wine and downed the whole thing straight. I do remember everyone's face at the table just staring at me opened-mouthed thinking WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING?!

Makes me gag just thinking about it.

I was so sick the next day but had to get a train back to London. It was a 4 hour slow train on a Sunday. I threw up 4 times and fell asleep in the loo on the train for 35 minutes.

It's a classic tale in my circle of friends as "the wine bomb story".

We got chatting to some coppers and each got a lift home many apologies for the waste of resources.

I once went to a house party in college that was like something off Skins - very wild, over 200 people turned up, everyone stoned and drunk. I was only 16 and terrified but desperate to look cool also
It was one of my college friends, let's call him Greg, who had the party. It was in a sketchy area and loads of random people turned up. Greg's mum was known for being chill and when Greg invited 30 college friends over, she asked everyone for a fiver and went and bought us a shit load of booze. It was great. Until it got posted on Facebook and by 10pm it was wild, loads of people off the passing street came in so there were a fair few random middle aged people there too - his mum was smashed and didnt care! Everyone was dancing and smoking weed and smashing bottles everywhere. I rang my dad and asked to be picked up at 12 as I'm a wimp

At about 11pm our other friend from college, Tom* came downstairs with a massive grin on his face, put his arm around me, sat in our little group, and said 'Ive just pulled' so I asked 'oooh who who?!' he replied 'I don't know but she was an absolute milf'. Then spent a few minutes describing how 'lovely jubbly' her 'tits' were and all the crazy things they had done. We laughed along with Greg and my girl friends and carried on drinking. About 5 minutes later a woman comes stumbling down the stairs behind us and Tom goes 'there she is! That's the milf'!'
Greg stands up and his face changes to red to purple and looks slightly sick and VERY angry, and goes 'you fucking what mate'. As it registered on Tom's face that he had slept with his friend's mum (he had never met her as they only knew each other in college) he went white then looked around and then ran away .

I can't even describe the awkwardness in college the following week. And poor Greg now knew every detail of the literal ins and outs of his 48 year old mother.

A friend downed vodka before a uni night out. On the walk to the student union she decided she needed to lean against a gate. Except there was no gate and she totally fell a la Del Boy at the bar. We picked her up and continued on. When we got to the bar you were given stickers based on drinks and she got vodka. When she got home she stuck the sticker to the lamp so when she woke up feeling awful all she could see was the word vodka

I had the misfortune to be moved to the most boring town in the world (Guildford) as a pre-teen so spent most of my teenage years getting pissed and trying to find excitment. I remember one eventful evening with a group of friends from the local uni (Uni of Surrey so not talking massively wild here) who happened to rent a house on the A3 when a game of dare resulting in one girl running across the A3 in her underwear. Another friend at the uni had a house party and hired a punk band to play in the living room of his suburban 3 bed semi. About 200 people attended as did the riot police around 01:00 AM.

Sorry to piss on this party but threads like these remand me how much money of NHS is being wasted on alcohol-related disorders and on those who think a spree ending in A&E is laughable.

Too many...
From acting "sober" (you can imagine!)and asking the police to give us a lift home to...
Me and my bud on hands and knees shouting through the letterbox of our local curry house to give us a lift home after they'd closed- they did! Poor chaps pitied us drunken (not) teens!
Oh and arriving at a nightclub so ratted that I turned round and got a taxi home.... vom out the taxi door... got back to GP's on hands and knees scrabbling for keys... nanna told me to get indoors, it wasn't even 10pm....
Falling out with a homeless chap who refused my offer of free pizza cause he wanted more toppings.
Thinking I can podium dance when pie eyed.... I can't..
I rarely pulled as I was so trollied my focus was on standing straight and fellas thought I was standoffish. Standuppish more like.

@SantaClauseMightWork I don't think any of us had mentioned a trip to A&E in our stories?

We can be drunk fools and do silly things without ending up in A&E!

SantaClauseMightWork
I bet you're the life and soul of the party 😂😴😴😴

Had to get a uni flatmate who was naked and sleeping on a bench in the street, it was the day the queen was visiting the city too so they found him when they came to block off the road. We took some clothes and the camera downstairs and ushered him home. The cops were trying to keep straight faces.

Most of mine involve drunkenly snogging my best friend while at uni. (Both female, I’m gay but wasn’t out at that time, she’s straight). The first time it happened we started kissing on another friend’s bed and then we disappeared into best friend’s room. Apparently the owner of the bed had to change her sheets because two fully dressed girls snogged on them on another occasion, best friend was sat between me and her boyfriend alternating between kissing us both (I had major issues at the time, ok). Another time, a year later, video phones had become a thing (but thankfully not yet fb or YouTube) and there was a video circulating campus of us snogging

A former flat mate told me I came home drunk and started talking to the cat telling the cat how drunk I was.

Not me, but I was woken up once by the drunk friend of a flat mate stumbling into my bedroom by mistake. I had to get up and steer her to the bathroom because she couldn’t follow the extremely basic directions I tried to give (my room was next to the bathroom).

In my teens, I climbed on to the top of our local supermarket, cutting my hands to ribbons on the wire. I was too drunk to notice my mother in the car park below, waiting for me.....
Actually I have loads. All the legendary stories seem to feature me and my bad behaviour. I am a very good girl when sober, I was brought up really strictly but apparently I have some kind of untamed nutter inside that comes out after a certain amount of booze. My best friend at Uni was the same. Our nights out often ended in hilarious disaster. I live a blameless existence now but after my husband revealed the existence of the 'other me' to our newer friends they seem hell bent on unleashing it. But I am not really keen to relive the inevitable injury/hangover/embarrassment cloud I spent about a decade under.

My friend got so smashed when we tried to ask who we should call to pick her up she merrily told us Damon from the Vampire Diaries was on his way to collect her in his 09' Fiat Punto.
Never let her live that one down

I used to have a particular set of mates (call it a hobby group) where the parties were not viewed as proper parties unless there had been nudity, crying, inappropriate copping off, suicide attempts and quite probably at least one call to the emergency services...

I stole a punt. I’d had a row with my boyfriend and (correctly) decided I was in an unfit state to ride my bike off in high dudgeon, but unfortunately hit upon a punt as the next most obvious getaway vehicle. Was at the time a relatively proficient punter but it was the middle of the night and I was really really drunk. I crashed into the first bridge I encountered, lost my pole and drifted aimlessly, lying in the bottom of the punt and pretending I was the Lady of Shallott, and generally thinking how sorry my boyfriend would be when my lifeless body was found drifting in the morning after I inevitably died of hypothermia. Until my friends caught up with me (on another stolen punt, approximately five minutes later) and towed me back to our college where I was severely reprimanded. Lucky I didn’t end up in the river tbh.

We turned everything that could be turned upside down in a friends house when they’d crashed early. They were confused and hungover next morning.

These make me cringe so much. I hate the drinking culture in the UK. It's not funny it's just embarrassing.