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.

At a Uni formal-was wearing flats so obviously a false sense of security-
The conga line bunny hopped down the buffet table.
I jumped off the end and broke my ankle.

We were all drunk enough think a good idea to push through the pain.
Woke up the next morning in excruciating pain and my friend got a swivel wheel chair from reception to wheel me round the hotel to the car.

It was years til I drank gin again.

My cousin also once threw up chunks everywhere and in a drunken stupor hoovered it all up with a dyson. It had to be binned

I have spent all day in bed . Have been getting violently sick all day. Was at a friends house for dinner with a group of women.
The shit part is that I am nearly 60.Loser.

I remember going to a party when I was in my late teens where the host had made one of those lethal punches, you know, everything from the (parents) drinks cupboard poured into a large bowl. Mind you, it tasted delicious and innocuous (I'd know better now). The sensation I had after 3 or 4 glasses was so spectacular I remember it to this day. I was standing chatting and giggling when the whole terrace we were standing on started to 'tip'. It was tipping so sharply I had no choice but to walk backwards to keep my balance. In the end I was running backwards. I just could not work out what was happening. I eventually collided with a brick wall. I was picked up and driven home because it appeared I could neither walk nor talk. My mum was very surprised to see me helped into our house. I had only been gone an hour!
Apparently it was hilarious to watch my rapid drunken trajectory across the terrace. I have never had that sensation again thank god. I really couldn't work out what was going on. What a numpty.

Went to a "do" at a Polish club (this is relevant). I don't normally drink vodka but was persuaded that the Polish vodka was lovely in fresh orange juice (don't know why I say fresh as it's from a bottle but I digress)
I had 8 vodka and said juice, 4 Malibu and cokes. I went to the loo, threw up several times and fell asleep. I awoke feeling fine but to find the whole party dismantled and the disco packed up and ready to leave. Never had vodka in earnest since that day. The Malibu and coke bit will date this to the 90s
I've been smashed a lot since but that was the strangest. I think they have a protocol to check toilets for sleepers now!

went to greece and ended up so drunk on shots and in a mini bus heading to some club area of the island, fell asleep, vomited on myself. Arrived at destination and I wandered into the sea, cleaned myself up and headed into the club

Another time a friend had travelled from scotland to visit me and my mate in London. went to a local bar and ended up meeting some odd gangstr like dude....he told us he knew certain gangster types and said we could head to some club up town,,,,ended up heading up to some illegal drinking den in soho, I immediately felt unsafe and decided I needed to get out....so i literally did a running dive down the stairs, my mates grabbed my waist and came with me falling out the club and i wrestled away and threw myself across cars to escape with five dudes chasing me down the street..... i have more stories but....

I got very drunk and was terribly hungover the next day... Managed to get ds2 his breakfast and lunch and then fell asleep on the sofa.. Next thing I knew my best friend came through the front door... Apparently ds2 had texted her and announced that Mumma was ill and she was to come and take him to the shop!! 🙊 🙊 🙊 🙊 🙊

I called one of my superiors a c u next Tuesday. Thank god he took it in the manner in which I meant it

I was a deviant in my younger days, University has a lot to answer for. One of the worst ones was waking up covered in vomit with my actual skull feeling spongy (not a headache, a physical sponginess at the back of my head). A trip to A&E showed nothing too serious but it softened my cough and put the absolute FEAR in me (about 3 years too late mind you). Other highlights included ONS with questionable men, plenty of party injuries (broken ribs, sprained wrists, far too many bruises) and a prevailing sense of shame going to lectures. Some nights out are actually too shaming to recount and I can't actually go there. I hope to goodness the DCs have their dads sense when they grow up. He's a lot better behaved than I ever was.

I'm much more sensible now but one of the legacies of my delinquent youth it that I have a very high tolerance for alcohol, even though I honestly drink very little these days. And this is shit, cos on (rare) nights out I'm still relatively OK when everyone else has hit the decks. And while I know the dangers of getting shit faced it is a lot of fun at the time

31st birthday I went out, bumped into my 19 year old brother and his mates and decided to teach them drinking games, all fantastic until one of them asked me what its like being over 30 and I suddenly felt like an old woman. The line my brother likes to remind me of is "I'm scared to walk around without a bra in case I trip over my own tit"

When I was 18, (I'm 31 now!) some friends and me went out but didn't actually get to the club until midnight. Thinking we should make up for lost time, we bought 10 shots each and downed them very quickly. The rest of the night was a blur, proper memory blanks etc.
All I know is that I threw up in my friends brothers car, an paramedic wanted me to go in to an ambulance at some point (???) and the worst.... When I woke in the morning I thought "ah at least my dad didn't see me drunk". Unfortunately, I fell in my kitchen bin (again wtf??.) and he had to carry me upstairs with my dress around my head.
Thank god for good friends. I've never got as drunk since funnily enough.

Went to my sisters graduation with all my family, we hired a big house for us all to stay in. I already had a terrible hangover when I arrived and knew my mum would be furious I’d arrived in such a state. My brother took one look at my green face and said the only thing to do was have a hair of the dog. This logic seemed to apply to the whole day where I drank huge amounts of different drinks. My bf had to sneak me out of the pub at the end of the night and took me back to the house to get me to bed before my folks clocked what a state I was in.
He tried to get me in my jammies but I wouldn’t let him, I pulled all my clothes off apart from my bra and collapsed into bed.
Once I was asleep he went to watch tv in the lounge.
A while later my whole family arrived back, parents, aunts, uncles, siblings with partners and I chose that moment to charge out of my bedroom right beside the front door and thunder down the very long corridor to the oh so far away toilet, my big wobbly bum bouncing as I went, to projectile vomit everywhere once I got there. My bf said he was standing beside the bathroom door so had a prime view of my nude streaking down the corridor towards him and the silent open mouthed shocked faces of all my family behind me.
I have never lived it down, my family recount the tale often and with much hilarity. I find it funny now, but at the time the mortification was all consuming!

Years ago I went to Egypt. Was so excited at the fact it was an all inclusive bar. Had quite a few vodka and diet cokes. Forgetting the measures abroad were alot different to ours in the UK. Left the bar to go back to our room . ( was a small bungalow outside of the main hotel ) the very warm humid air hit me and I was literally on my hands and knees crawling to the room. Had to bypass a large life size chess board. Wrestled a few pawns, got to my room , threw up everywhere . pebble dashed the white walls with vodka and diet coke sick everywhere , then woke up the next morning with no hangover much to the dismay of my friend who I was with at the time. Threw myself into the swimming pool to wake myself up .

I tend to stick to my 4% cider nowadays and am fine - get a bit merry but all good, with minimal hangover. It’s when I am on wine or spirits that it all goes to shit now. Don’t tend to do anything very silly, I just get very, very sick. I avoid it like the plague as much as I can now, because (funnily enough!) I’ve decided it’s just not worth it!

A lot of my finest moments are unfortunately too outing to admit to on here; but I have to say I do get a fond twinge of nostalgia when my Facebook memories throw up photos from uni nights out (we partied HARD nearly every night, got knows how we had the stamina for it).

Erm, there was the time I work up with a more-than-a-hangover headache, only to realise it was because I hit my head on the kerb when I fell out of the shopping trolly I was being pushed down the road in on the way home.

And there was the time I work up with the same headache, from falling off the bar that I was dancing on (luckily it was after hours so only in front of my mates and not the whole night club). They looked after me as I’m pretty sure I concussed myself that time.

I’m pretty sure there’s more, but those are the standouts.

My sisters wedding many years ago. My wine glass kept getting topped up by her bil, and I drank far more than I realised. Ended up puking in the loos, posing for a group family photo, and then being driven home by my dh. I insisted I was ok to put our almost 1 year old yd to bed. Thankfully he didn’t listen to me, and took yd back with him to pick up our elder two. I have no idea what I did or said at the reception, and the shame ate me up for a long time.

Binge drinking is dangerous. It's not being smug or preachy to not find this thread amusing.

OP. Whatever you have done I have done worse. I am still nursing an injury from New Year's eve. Got myself into so many scrapes in my youth. Unfortunately many of them will be too outing

I was so drunk on a night out, I started a fight with a friend over a bottle of wine, I crawled to the toilets was sick everywhere & passed out in the toilets. A male friend had to come in & carry me out to his car. I was sick in his car 4 times, forgot where I lived...it took 20 mins for me to remember where I lived. I fell through my front door & when I took my shoes off there was sick in my shoe

Most embarrassing night of my life!!

Your not alone Op x

I only drink wine or beer, rarely touch spirits or cocktails. I managed to forget this a few years ago at a friend's birthday party, which was a big gathering of lots of families. After a few glasses of wine someone offered me a mojito, which led to another and another... I felt fine, until I went outside to start the walk home and realised that while my brain seemed to be functioning, my legs weren't. I was like a giraffe on ice trying to walk. Fortunately we live close by, as I had to be pretty much carried home, with DH on one side of me & DS1 (20 at the time) on the other

It's not being smug or preachy to not find this thread amusing.

It really is, though. Why post? Not one of the posters here has announced how proud they are of their drunken antics, not one has said "come on, lets reenact this". It's part of life sometimes for most of us having a couple too many occasionally and learning a lesson.

Got absolutely wasted on Grolsch and hash cake at my mate's one sunny Sunday afternoon. I was so gone, I insisted to my BF that we had to go home because I needed to lie down. It was around 7pm, so still very light. His mate came back to ours, too.

About halfway into the one-mile walk home, one or other of them dared me to remove my strappy sundress.

I was so wrecked, this seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea and I walked the rest of the way home wearing just my knickers and sandals. In daylight.

I still feel slightly sick with embarrassment thinking about it and it happened in 1989.

@ClientQueen your shoes are on the doorstep Cinderella has really made me laugh

It's not being smug or preachy to not find this thread amusing

Speak for yourself. I've properly laughed me I'm assuming you have a back button if it's offending your eyes.

When I was 15 and we'd just finished our GCSE's, A gang of us were allowed to stay in a friends parents caravan and drink cider. I drunk an entire 2 or 3 litre bottle of wood pecker (whatever the standard size of a cider bottle was back then, it was definitely bigger than 1 litre and was about 7%). I was very sick. In fact I basically hung my head outside the caravan door most of the night puking. The bus ride home the next day was awful. I thought I was going to die.

When I was in my late 20s I met up with my Aunt and sister after work one Friday night. We drank wine before leaving the house. They shared a bottle of white, and I drunk an entire bottle of red on my own on an empty stomach. I carried on drinking red wine at the pub and ended up in a right state. Thankfully my dad only lived round the corner from the pub, and he found me the following morning (he was at his girlfriends) passed out in his bed still wearing my jeans and 1 shoe but my blouse soaking up liquid sick on the bathroom floor. I had to stay at his for the entire weekend I was that ill. I probably had alcohol poisoning - nothing stayed down the Saturday, not even liquid. By Sunday evening I could keep some toast down. I didn't touch a drop of alcohol for nearly 3 years after that, and just don't enjoy wine now. I still can't drink cider after nearly 30 years!