Under the influence of alcohol ..........................................oops

[breeze]

Just wondered what some of us got up to that we probably shouldn't have done, whilst drunk.

When I was 21, I remember going clubbing with a mate and getting so drunk, that on the way back we defaced an ex-boyfriends car with lip-stick. We wrote rude things all over his windscreen and
windows. I remember driving past the following evening, and it was exactly the same. Poor bloke obviously didn't drive it and it was parked outside his house for all his neighbours to see. The sad thing is, I dumped him because I didn't want to get serious and he really didn't do anything wrong. It seemed funny at the time, and with lipstick being oil-based he would of had trouble getting it off.

Another time, same friend (I see a pattern here), we were quite drunk about 9 pm, walking home we were a little bit loud, when this old couple came out their house and told us politely to keep the noise down and go home. At this point my friend and I flashed the poor old couple. You should have seen the look of the poor lady's face, I am sure we made the old man's day though.

I amn sure I am not alone. Come on girls.

[slug]

Friend of mine told me this story yesterday. She got trashed drinking vodka and cranberry juice, in a maudlin mood as her partner is out of town for 3 weeks. She took a pint glass of it to bed to watch TV, and put it next to the pint glass of blackberry cordial she always has beside the bed. Of course she drops off to sleep and wakes up at 3am with a raging thirst, drinks half her glass of blackberry cordial before discovering it's the vodka and cranberry.

Poor thing had to go to work at 7am. What makes it funnier is that she's one of north Kent's Finest. Drunken copper on the job. Oh how I laughed.

[Hollandia]

Oh god, when this thread started I thought 'that's not me', but now all of a sudden (after reading Breeze's story of peeing in the bin of her PIL) I remember staying in a hotel after a big party of dh's work. I was v. drunk & woke up in the middle of the night having to pee. I vaguely remember going out onto the balcony trying to open the door of the next door neighbours (so happy it was locked). Then going back in as I seemed to realise this was not the toilet, stumbling over to the other side of the room, going in to the bathroom - I thought - only to realise when it was too late that this was not the bathroom, but the hallway!!! The moment the door fell into the lock was when I realised I was out in the hallway only wearing a t-shirt & my knickers. The door could not be opened from the outside and of course dh was just as drunk and out cold, so did not hear me.
It took a while to find a detour around the bar - where some drunken colleagues could still be heard - to the reception desk to ask for a spare key. Oh, and of course once I was standing in the hallway I was so desperate for the toilet that I ended up going back to the partyrooms in the basement (trying to avoid the cleaners) where I knew where the toilets were. I don't think I have ever been more embarrassed in my life. DH had a great time next morning telling his colleagues. Thanks for reminding me.

[Corbin]

Hmm, don't know why that happened.

[Corbin]

When I was just turned 21 I went out with a crowd from work for somebody's birthday. After a long evening of jumping from one club to the next, we piled into the car to go home. Our driver was one poor friend who didn't drink and had agreed to ferry us around. On the way, sitting at a light, we noticed a very handsome man in a sports car in the lane next to us. Being four very drunken single young women, we all began hanging out the windows and calling at him. This continued after the signal turned and the cars started forward. Apparently, we hooted and yelled at the poor man for about a mile and more than one of us flashed him. Not ten minutes after his car had turned another way we were pulled over by the police, who had had a call about a group of girls being abducted and screaming for help from the car windows! Poor poor sober friend had to explain what was happening, with the rest of us talking over each other to tell the policeman how drunk we were and how we were just having a good time. He told us we were idiots in every respect but said "good job getting yourselves a designated driver". My roommate fell out of the car at our house and laid down on the sidewalk. As I couldn't get her into the house on my own, I got a blanket and left her there all night!

The absolute worst part is that the next day at work, I got a lot of ribbing for having apparently kissed some woman at one of the bars. I don't have the faintest memory of this, and I can't imagine myself doing it. But, everyone says I did!

[Corbin]

When I was just turned 21 I went out with a crowd from work for somebody's birthday. After a long evening of jumping from one club to the next, we piled into the car to go home. Our driver was one poor friend who didn't drink and had agreed to ferry us around. On the way, sitting at a light, we noticed a very handsome man in a sports car in the lane next to us. Being four very drunken single young women, we all began hanging out the windows and calling at him. This continued after the signal turned and the cars started forward. Apparently, we hooted and yelled at the poor man for about a mile and more than one of us flashed him. Not ten minutes after his car had turned another way we were pulled over by the police, who had had a call about a group of girls being abducted and screaming for help from the car windows! Poor poor sober friend had to explain what was happening, with the rest of us talking over each other to tell the policeman how drunk we were and how we were just having a good time. He told us we were idiots in every respect but said "good job getting yourselves a designated driver". My roommate fell out of the car at our house and laid down on the sidewalk. As I couldn't get her into the house on my own, I got a blanket and left her there all night!

The absolute worst part is that the next day at work, I got a lot of ribbing for having apparently kissed some woman at one of the bars. I don't have the faintest memory of this, and I can't imagine myself doing it. But, everyone says I did!

[SueW]

Under the influence of alcohol and following an all-night drinking session, my husband decided to wake me at 5am today to ask my opinion on whether he should be flying on Monday, back into the war zone.

I freaked, thinking he and his friend had seen something on TV whilst I was sleeping, until I came to properly and realised it was drunken rambling at which point I lost my rag.

He is still recovering (from the over-indulgence, not the tongue-lashing)

[lucy123]

Oh dear. Now it's really coming back to me.

Happily though, the best drunk story I have ever heard happened to a friend and not me. He used to be able to really drink and he told me that one night he drank so much that he ended up falling asleep in a hedge on the way home. When he woke up, he was relieved that it was still dark - and so he obviously hadn't been asleep for too long. On getting home though, he was quite mortified to discover that it was 7pm - he'd managed to remain passed out until the following evening. Now that takes some beating!

And it wasn't even the Mad Dog he'd been drinking!

[breeze]

Got another one from when I was living with my bf (now ex) and his parents. I was 17. I Came home really really drunk, and had not long moved it. Desperate for the loo, not quite sure what happened, but the next thing I knew I was peeing in their bin in their bedroom, by the time I realised what I was doing I came over all poorly, rushed out of their bedroom and down the hall, missing the bathroom by a litle distrance and made a mess all over the hall carpet and wall. They never took to me funnily enough. This was the same b/f who's car I defaced earlier on in this thread.

[CAM]

Remembering all the ghastly cheap sweetish white drinks we used to imbibe (when I was student age Martini was the thing - why??) is making me feel slightly nauseous.

[Bugsy]

God, Diamond White. At Uni, we used to drink it through a straw for maximum effect. In order to economise and ensure the evening started well, we would buy a bottle of nasty cheap sparkling wine EACH and drink that (through a straw too) before we hit the bar - I'm sure I don't have to tell you the memories of most of my appalling behaviour are fairly hazy!!!!

[Ghosty]

Aaaaah Prufrock ... that's really romantic ... what a lovely tale to tell your grandchildren ...
My monopoly board pub craw had no such romance attached ... just a hangover from hell ... but it was still great!

[CAM]

yes, student days were definitely the worst, although have "revisited" them many times since. I remember once laying down on the pavement on Magdalen Bridge in Oxford as it was "so comfortable" and my head was hanging dangerously over the gutter at the side of the road. I had to be carried home that night.

[gosh2]

I suffered black outs during most of my teenage years and pretty much all of my time at uni. God knows what I got up to.

If my DD ever did half of what I do remember I'll kick her ar*e!

Oh those were the days!

[prufrock]

After drinking devils advocates (tequila and tabasco drunk through a straw) I decided to do the dance to the Whigfield song whislt walking along the balustrade (sp?) of Putney Bridge. I sobered up very quickly when I landed in the Thames (I still have no idea how I managed to survive that)

Ghosty - I met my dh on a Monopoly board pub crawl. We met in pub 6 (The two chairman in Trafalgar square), argued in pub 9 (The hand and racquet, Coventry Street) and kissed in pub 11 (Bentleys on Vine Street). I woke up with him the next morning and realised I was going to stay with him forever.

[mum2toby]

Ah Diamond White or Diamond sh*te as it was affectionately known.... my Uni used to sell it for 99p and bottle (proved almost fatal on a number of occasions)!! And 20/20... there's a blast from the past! We used to call it Mad Dog 20/20. It was revolting, but about 14% proof. It did the job!

My best friend and I were out one night clubbing. We had drank a fair few of the afore mentioned drinks and we were mortal! Her new boyfriend was with us and she kept going on about how GORGEOUS he was. She spotted him on the dancefloor, walked over to him, threw her arms around his neck and snogged the face off him!! When she finished she realised that it wasn't him at all..... it was some poor 17 year old who proceeded to follow her about for weeks afterwards like a love-sick puppy. HA HA!

[Snugs]

After a memorable drunken summer night out DH and I were walking home when he decided he was far too hot and would strip off. He gradually removed every bit of clothing as we walked up the hill to our house, with me trailing along behind picking it all up. Car headlights appeared in front of us, coming down the hill so DH in his wisdom ran down someones driveway and hid behind the hedge. Guess which driveway the car turned in to

I was then treated to the sight of DH hurdling over the next 6 or so hedges (whilst trying to modestly cover the crown jewels ) as he sprinted up the hill as fast as he could.

[slug]

Millenium celebrations with(then) dp and youngest sister, just off the boat from NZ all wide eyed and innocent. Got completly bladdered, had to go home after the fireworks so left sister in the hands of gay best friend who took her to a "theatrical" party - men in dresses made of newspaper - you get the picture. she got home about 4am to find dp asleep and snoring on the couch (her bed for the evening) and me asleep (passed out) on the bathroom floor.

To make it worse, 3 weeks later I found out I was pregnant. It MUST have been that night but can't work out how it was physically possible.

[Bozza]

On holiday in Cancun in a club some bloke persuaded me to go down a slide. Thinking it came out at the back of the stage I agreed. It didn't - it came out in the lagoon. So there I was fully dressed (OK that wasn't much) but shoes and handbag with camera, money etc in the lagoon and having shared a "yard" of vodka and coke with my friend and partaken of a few slammers my swimming was particularly unco-ordinated. When I surfaced I got a round of applause from all the diners in the restaurant attached to the club.

[joben]

Got bladdered on brandy and babycham triples when I was a student and passed out in the toilet of a nightclub. Woke up several hours later to find the entire nightclub empty and in darkness (it was underground). I was covered in vomit and had to find my way to ground floor level where I waited for 6 hours for the cleaner to come and open up the nightclub and let me out. There were no external phones anywhere so I couldn't call anyone any earlier.When the cleaner arrived and found me slumped on the stairs she nearly had a heart attack and had to call the manager and drag him down to the club so he could check i hadn't nicked anything. I then had to get the bus home at lunchtime on a Saturday in Leeds reeking of booze and vomit. How lovely!

[SnoobyKat]

On the way back from a well lubricated girls night, got the heel of my stiletto shoe (Oh, showing my age) stuck in one of the wooden slat type escalators at Tottenham Court Underground bringing the whole thing to a standstill with about 200 people around. A very nice Underground employee broke the heel off my shoe and when I moaned that I couldn't walk properly he broke the heel off the other one! I always try and avoid TCR underground station now!

[Ghosty]

Oh dear ... got pushed from Southfields to Wimbledon in a shopping trolley once ... was black and blue for days afterwards...
DH and I fell off a podium at a nightclub once ... was black and blue all over for days afterwards ...

And don't mention Diamond White to me ... I still feel sick when I think how much of that stuff I drank at Uni ...

My 3 flat mates and I used to drink a whole bottle of vodka BEFORE we went out and then have drinking competitions when we were out ... drinking anything that was on 'special' from aforementioned Diamond White to Archer's to Tequila Slammers ... We were classy birds back then as you can imagine!!
If I did that now I would die ... It only takes 2 glasses of wine to get me plastered these days!!!

Has anyone ever done a three legged pub crawl? Going to the loo towards the end of the night is interesting ...

Oooh, on the subject of pub crawls ... the best one I ever did was the Monopoly Board Pub Crawl ... top tastic!

[Janeway]

not so much embarrasing as incredible - I have a photo taken at the close of a long night drinking tequilla for a friends birthday - not only is it in focus (incredible enough), but it's of me snogging dp whilst I have my foot out to one side on top of a drawing board at about shoulder height! I have no idea how I managed it (or why), how we got back to my freinds flat that night or how I was so blissfully unaware of the previous nights acrobatics when I woke the next morning - all things being equal I should have ached for weeks!

[Demented]

Not very exciting but my leaving do from my favourite job was a bit of a night. DH picked me up, I screamed all the way home that I wanted to go with the rest of the girls to a nightclub in the town that they weren't even going to then when I got home I fell in the wardrobe and would have happily stayed there all night had DH not dragged me out and put me to bed.

[Carla]

This is the best I've witnessed. Best pal goes for a wee. Came out with a ribbon of sodden loo roll hanging out of the back of her drawers ..