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.

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.

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!

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.

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!

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!!!!

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.

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.

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!

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)

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!

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!

Hmm, don't know why that happened.

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.

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.