Got drunk last night - had to be driven home and put to bed.

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Please give me some of your drunk stories to make me feel better - was only round at a friend's house and her husband's measures are lethal! Should have known before I went but I never learn.

Should have said tell me some of your drunken antics to make me feel better.

The worst ever was when I arrived home with a broken limb, having been patched up by A&E and chucked in a cab by my equally-smashed friend who gleefully handed me over to DH announcing "it's just a fracture, but she didn't feel a thing". I fell over a woman's coat that was left on a pub floor and fractured my arm, which took months of physio to recover. I think the hangover took away all of the pain of the arm for the first few days.

Believe me, my most drunken antics are under lock and key in my shame vault. But don't worry - remember everyone's too busy thinking about themselves to spend much time on worrying what you do.

That is nothing. I got wasted about an hour into a friend’s 21st in her family’s naaaaice house, I crawled under a table, puked in a designer bin and slept and missed most of it! Was out of practice and friends pouring the measures.

My husband recently went out with old friends. He drinks about 3 times a year; they are boozers. He was quickly trashed. His mates got him in a cab but they were thrown out a few blocks later for being too drunk. My husband, a respected, middle-aged professional, was then basically carried home, puking regularly. He was tucked up in bed by 8pm 😂

When I was 19 I drunk a bottle of spiced rum because I thought "spiced" meant it had mixer in. Threw up in my handbag, fell up the stairs and injured my elbow, fell asleep by the toilet.
Never ever again. I genuinely thought I was going to die.

I'm going to be a wet blanket and have a moan...
Why do people think they are being in anyway nice/generous pouring large spirit measures? Drives me potty
I like a drink way more than is approved of on MN but I like to pace my drinking and not get insensible esp early on in the evening. In similar circs, I stick to wine/bottled beer so at least I have some idea.
And yes, at home I use a jigger to measure singles/doubles

About 14, been drinking vodka & coke at a friends. Came home and went straight to bed. Woke up in the middle of the night and threw up all over my bed.

Still drunk, worried I'd get into trouble for drinking, I turned my duvet over and got back into bed

Someone's going to come along in a minute and tell you all off for making light of binge drinking.

My first Christmas do in my current job has become the stuff of legend. I won't say what I got up to, but had to be poured into a taxi at the end of it. I couldn't remember where I lived and kept blacking out during the journey, so racked up a huge bill as he drove round and round the town where I lived. Eventually during one of my brief conscious periods I recognized a landmark and he let me out there. I then staggered home (this was around 2am) in my bare feet because I'd lost both shoes.

I truly was a disgrace and have not been even a quarter as drunk since then

That was 15 years ago btw.

Got drunk in a pub on a date and fell asleep on the train home...ended up in London which was 2 hours away from where I needed to be. The train conductor took pity on me and gave me a free ticket home, it would have cost a lot of money otherwise! I thought he was just really friendly but when he walked me back through the barrier he said "make sure you let your parents know you're safe, they must be worried sick". He thought I was a child...I was 25.

Two Christmases ago I got so drunk that I vomited all over my bedroom. Passed out and then woke up the next morning very hungover to the smell of state sick, which of course I then had to clean up.

Someone's going to come along in a minute and tell you all off for making light of binge drinking.

Let 'em. I'm 50. I don't take much notice of keyboard busybodies these days .

I was at a friend's and drank far too much. I got on my push bike and wobbled up the street.

Apparently it entered my head that if I picked up speed then I'd be in more control of the bike, it worked quite well until I hit a curb, went over the handlebars, slid across the ground on my face and hit a lamppost with my head.

The ex thought I'd been beaten up when I eventually arrived home. Didn't learn though.

I woke up one morning with a pretty horrific hangover. Found blood all over my legs so I rang my friend who said she had been ringing me to ask where I was and apparently all I was saying was "comfy bed, sleep"
I got in the bath to find it was hot chilli sauce all down my legs. Went downstairs to find a pile of chicken wings half eaten on the stairs, a note posted through the door from a taxi driver saying "your shoes are on the doorstep Cinderella" and my neighbours car bonnet dripping in chilli sauce

I woke up in a strange bedroom, I wasn’t alone but chose not to investigate who I was sharing a bed with. Hastily got dressed and made a quick exit, felt sick (from the hangover) and the fact that I had cheated on my then partner and had no recollection of doing it and considering I wait 3-4 months to have sex with someone really shocked and disgusted with myself. Got some breakfast down me and called my partner to confess all.

Cried on the phone, explained I had cheated on him, couldn’t be trusted again etc and didn’t expect him to stay with me.

We had been travelling and it was our first night back in the UK, my drunk/hungover brain had forgotten we moved just before we went away and I had in fact woken up in my own bed with my own boyfriend.

I thought it would be a fantastic idea to do a leapfrog in cork platform shoes (what? They were fashionable at the time 😂)

Anyway leapfrogged over a bollard, but fell over. Walking to get the train, my foot kept giving way and I kept falling over thinking it was because I was pissed.

Woke the next day and my foot was black and blue a trebled in size.

I had broken my metatarsal and was in plaster for my 21st birthday.

18, sometime between getting A level results and me and all my friends going to uni, I had a very unfortunate night at a house party in SE London, which resulted in my (male) friend’s older, sober brother having to drive me home (SW London) in his ancient Mini. It was 1989, when Minis were Minis and cider was not designer, artisan, cool or fruity.

@SimonJT I am howling that’s hilarious!!

Last year, worst I've ever been. I'd been out with some friends and we ended up back at the usual after party flat. There was a girl who was saying stuff about me not being drunk enough and being too scared to do it. Or something. I'd had a few and was tipsy, but not drunk. Anyway, I decided to prove her wrong and downed three (strong) vodka and oranges in a row. Shortly afterwards, feeling a bit woozy, I decided to lie down across two kitchen chairs. One of the guys whose flat it was then decided I needed to go home, so went to ask his flatmate where I lived since he couldn't remember. While he did that, I decided to move to the floor. I remember hanging on to the edge of the table as I moved down. They came back through and found me on the floor, under the table. One of the guys dragged me out by the ankle and sat me on a chair. Then, I wanted to lie down again, so went and faceplanted the couch. A taxi had been called for me by then and the guy whose flat it was got me and my stuff and walked me downstairs. I managed to get in the taxi and almost crawled up to my third floor flat. Threw up about five minutes after getting home and spent about an hour just about passed out in the bathroom before I went to bed. Surprisingly I wasn't too bad the next day! Will never get that bad again though, getting sent home in a taxi and missing a good night wasn't worth it!

Ha ha your antics have cheered me up. I didn't really do or say anything but I just suddenly felt so sick. I had prosecco which was fine and all I remember was having two vodkas but they must have been damn strong - my friend, who can drink me under the table said I was fine one minute and out my face the next.

Clientqueen- you had me howling with laughter

Coming back from the pub in my student days. A friend lived in the same street so we walked home together. Got to her flat and I decided I could easily jump over her front path wall. Ran towards it and apparently made no effort to jump at all- my feet didn’t even leave the floor. Tumbled over the wall head first.
She opened her front door and apparently I pushed my way in and threw myself down on the sofa and fell asleep.
Woke up the next morning and immediately vomited everywhere. Poor friend got up to me lying there surrounded by sick, with a cut on my head which had bled copiously over her (luckily leather) sofa. Started to clean up my own mess apologizing profusely and then discovered I’d dislocated my thumb.
Poor friend had to help me shower and dress and then spent about 7 hours in a&e with me with a raging hangover.
We’re best friends to this day and I’m godmother to her kids- she obviously has very low standards

@SimonJT that's just adorable! I hope he appreciated your honesty

Well, some on here are worrying about judgement? Here's something to judge!

My D(late)Dad made homebrew and used to take it on holiday in the 80s/90s. Think own version malibu etc.
TEN year old me got smashed on not a lot. Laughed a lot. Cried. Went to bed.

Am such a lightweight nowadays and rarely drink. Never get drunk and can count on one hand the number of hangovers I've ever had in my life.

Not that I advocate that, obvs.