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

I was the very sober driver one night, and my 3 friends were very very drunk. On the way home we had to drive through roadworks and I somehow ended up stopping while they put a men at work sign into the back of my car - no easy task as they weight a ton. We ended up putting it on one friends mums lawn as she'd just got remarried, and it was in the garden facing the road so half the village saw it before she did. We'd added "do not disturb the newlyweds" in bright red lipstick underneath!! She was furious and had to drive it back to the county council depot but thankfully she never clocked who did it .

Out one night with my friend. We were absolutely starving but the only place nearby serving food was a drive thru McDonald's with no restaurant section. We stood in the lane jumping up and down trying to activate the motion sensor thingy so we could order food. It didn't work...

I am crying actual tears at the wine bomb story. Excellent!!!!!!!!

A friend of mine had a party at his house, and several guests got drunk. One of them looking for something to puke in found a Monopoly set, took it off the shelf, vomitted into it, put the lid back on and put it back where he found it.

My friend didn't find out until he next wanted to play Monopoly.

We got really pissed and decided we'd get married.
Much hilarity amongst our crowd

On sobering up we thought why not ?
Quiet do at registry office, back to ours afterwards for wine and buffet

Mumble mumble< decades > later we dont regret it

Oh and one drunken night we didn't bother using condoms...

Dont regret my lovely DC at all

Just a few weeks after DH and I met, he came with me to a party on my street. My neighbour was making punch. I had one small glass and got another and got him one. He took a drink and put it down. I had drank most of mine and he took it off me saying 'Don't drink it. It's lethal'. I began to feel a bit odd and he took me home. It was literally a couple of doors to my house. He sat me on the garden wall while he opened the front door and I fell over backwards into the garden. I couldn't walk up the stairs. He almost carried me up to the bathroom and held my hair back while I threw up for about half an hour. He washed my face with a face cloth and helped me clean my teeth then undressed me, put my pyjamas on me and put me to bed with a large glass of water. I was crying and talking complete rubbish. I was sick about 3 more times and he helped me every time.
He stayed and looked after me all night and the next day. I was covered in bruises on my back and the back of my arms and thighs from falling into the garden. I am terrible with hangovers, I don't get better, I get worse as the day goes on and recover 24 hours later (which is why I hardly drink these days.) He made me scrambled eggs, lots of orange juice and soda, gave me paracetemol.
Knew he was the one then.

Not me but my friend's drunken antics when we were studying abroad. We all went out to a nightclub and she met someone and went off with him - or so we thought. What actually happened was she decided to have a little lie down behind a sofa and fell asleep, waking up in the pitch black with everything locked up. She had to wait till the cleaners came in the next morning and make a dash for it!

Right now, I am definitely not the life and soul of any party at all. In fact, it is a big shock to have my social life turned upside down because of having very young DCs. Before that, I was doing fine. However, I work in a field where I do come across the sort of data that shows what this drink-happy culture costs NHS. It's not a pretty picture. Not at all. Not for a nation whose formidable healthcare system is collapsing due to sheer incompetency and lack of will/resources already. No one will come to pick up that girl from the street in my DCs generation. Probably rightly so too.
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Tell me about it. But I stopped reading the thread and posted my comment after reading a post from someone who had to spend a night in A&E with her friend whose neck had suspected fracture (required x-rays).

My graduation celebration party and my friends made sure I always had a drink - i thought they were being nice but they were just topping drink up with alcohol till eventually it was neat alcohol I was drinking, went outside to speak to 'them outside having a cigarette' as I went out door I saw my 5yr old DGD scooter and it sparkled and flashed at me to ride on it.....I made it a yard before falling head over heels on it smashing face on drive.
I had an interview 5days later with the remnants of a black eye and scabby nose

Oh, there was the night when I and my then best friend allowed ourselves to be taken to a 'party' by the manager of the band who had just played the Christmas gig at our college. We ended up about 80 miles from college and had to go home via the Gravesend-Tilbury ferry the next day. I remember having this wretched, hungover paranoid fantasy that the blasted thing would sink and kill us all and no one would ever know how we had ended up there...

We filled the lift at university halls with furniture. There was a standard lamp, a chair, a huge potted plant - so when you got in it looked really funny, like a mini living room! People were cracking up when it stopped.

Campus security did not think it was funny.
We did not think it was funny either when we were caught on CCTV and had to appear in person with the dean and apologise so we wouldn’t get kicked out!

My mate stole a light shade, big glass thing. No idea how we got it out of there, but once out she turned it upside down - was bowl shaped, and filled it with soil and plants from a nearby planter type thing. Taxis wouldn't take her...

Potentially outing as the person on this holiday with me is also on Mumsnet...

Girls holiday to Kos, just three of us. Ended up in a resort out of town so spent most evenings in a much quieter strip but still fun none the less.

Ended up getting far too drunk on very cheap fishbowl cocktails and basically crawling back to our rooms on our hands and knees. Woke up filthy.

At one point on our jaunt home, one of the bartenders was going home on his scooter and offered us each a ride back to the hotel one at a time. Not sure we'd even be able to hold on to be honest so we carried on our crawling instead.

I tried to play hide and seek in a building site en route home from the pub. Unfortunately, in the dark I didn't see the builders' orange tape across a doorway until I was toppling headfirst over it, to land on my head with my feet in the air but tagled in the tape so I couldn't move.

Went to a house party in a flash Chelsea town house when I was 22, got there about 10pm and everyone was absolutely wasted, I was quite green from a small village, a bit of a goody goody so although I’d had a few drinks, I wasn’t really drunk, there were about 30 people, sitting and standing on a huge staircase encased in white thick pile carpet, I was standing the other side of the bannister chatting to a friend when there was a bit of commotion at the top of the stairs and a huge man vomited on a lady on the stairs and it was like domino effect down the stairs with people vomiting on other people in front of them after someone vomiting on their neck. It was horrendous. I was home in bed by 11:30 and I didn’t even get vomit on me!

A works Xmas party, where the boss kindly supplied wine in 2 litre bottles. So people drank it from pint glasses. The subsequent fight was legendary, although DW didn't tell me for 20 years that she'd kneed the boss in the bollocks for groping.

On a night out for a friends bday we decided to take a random traffic cone back to the grotty b&b we were staying at. It was a big one so we took turns dragging it up a massive hill all pissed as farts giggling like idiots. Shushing each other etc, got it back to the room and felt quite proud of ourselves... no one would know it was us etc ... till the next morning when we woke up and realised the bottom of the cone was covered in mud so we'd literally left a Hansel and gretal trail leading to our room 🙄

@ratspeaker, you weren't at Southampton uni by any chance?

At a formal work party held at the office big atrium with glass lifts. One secretary really drunk and mooned the entire company from the lift. She left her job and was never seen again.

I grew up in the 70s when the street we lived were always throwing parties. It was usually Top od the Pops albums, Blue haze of cigarette smoke, woomen in floor length man made fibres drinking advokat or babycham and men with sideburns drinking party seven tins and a massive punch bowl. There were always kids at these parties, it never occurred to anyone to put them to bed. Late at our party there was a bloody curdling scream 'June's been shot. She's been shot' (I may just add this was dreary Surrey in 1975). Everyone rushed out and sure enough June, mother of two and part time on the till at WH Smiths is flat on her back on with what looks like a bullet hole in her forehead. Except the bullet hole was a piece of tomato she had wiped across her head when she had stepped outside to throw up in the flowerbeds before falling asleep on the lawn.

Group of us in the pub, Friday night. Competition is held to see who can get nearest the bull on the dartboard. Pete is ratarsed and can barely see so Danny helpfully puts his finger on the board to point to the bull.

Yes, it ended exactly how you'd imagine it did.

Names changed to protect the stupid.

This will totally out me but what the hell. I was at a party where there was a giant plastic tub of punch on the floor. I was mucking about, tripped and somehow landed in the punch tub, wedged in in a W shape. Took four people to pull me out (because obviously the punch was the lions share of the booze in the house and had to be protected at all costs)

I was known as the punch bucket girl for years.

Went out one night for a quiet drink in London to see friends, ended up meeting my older brother and his crowd who are 'connected'.
Lots of drinks and dancing, things got more hilarious and debauched as the night went on, and the last thing I remember was being at some dark edgy club.
Woke up with a stinking hangover, and had a few laughs over the night on Whatsapp and that was that, so I thought. In the evening, I looked on Facebook... To my horror, In a private group (thank fuck), I'd been tagged in a shit load of photos, basically me draped over a range of minor celebrities, looking like I was having a whale of a time, them less so. I've no recollection of any of it.
Apparently, one of my other friends and I were telling one, you look a lot like repeatedly. I've not been properly drunk since.

June’s been shot 😂😂😂 Ah the 70s. Was at a good few of those parties myself KC, when I dare to say maybe we should’nt have been ringside for so much carnage, get the inevitable “sure you turned out fine”

I witnessed a uni friend having an argument with the fridge in his house about 4am when everyone had gone to bed after a party. He threw open the fridge door, it swung back and hit him in the head and knocked him over. The first and only time I've ever seen a fridge win a fight