Drunkenormal Activity
At least I haven't been this drunk...
I like alcohol. As a matter of fact, I’ll say that I borderline love it. We go a long way back. I remember when I discovered the liquor cabinet at a family member’s house when I was in 8th or 9th grade. I had seen the grown folks drinking it and having a good time. So of course as soon as they went outside to sit in the yard, I tiptoed my way over to the Bacardi (White rum) and poured myself an incredibly potent rum and coke. I hated it just like I hated beer. But even at the tender age of whatever the hell I was, I had pride and was determined to assert my not-so-grownassness. I was even bold enough to make a 2nd one, which pretty much put me on my ass. And as punishment for my foolishness, I woke up covered in make up and with a woman’s hat on my head because my younger lady fam decided to play dress up while I was at the mercy of the drank.
Fast forward like a year or 2 and by this time I’m regularly drinkin’ like the rest of the cool kids. I remember being out in the boonies pounding flavored beer called Hooch. I don’t even think they make the stuff anymore. This dude’s parents brought it for us so that we could have a good time on the 4th just like they did. The Hooch (Yes Hooch. Not cooch even though I like that too) was so good that I drank til I threw up in their house. My punishment? They put me out in the garage to “get some air”. Little did they know that I wouldn’t be able to defend myself against the mosquitoes that suckled away at me while I sat their passed out in a chair with the garage door open. I have a few other stories like this from high school that I’ve purged from memory. Just know that I recently became able to consume gin again.
As for college, I went hard. Pause. Actually, let me rephrase. During the periods that I drank, I went hard. I toggled back and forth between not drinking and drinking aggressively. There was even a point where if I had more than 2 drinks, I was guaranteed to sleep walk and do some dumb sh*t. Thank goodness I had someone there to stop me from peeing on computer wires and a box of Lucky Charms. Imagine if I had gotten electrocuted? I’d have been the man who died a comical death. That wouldn’t have been a good last look at all. I may have escaped Final Destination, but not future embarrassment. Why? Well, I had a couple mixed drinks and went to sleep in my bed one night. I woke up on the 2nd floor of a 3 floor home that housed 8-9 dudes. That’s not the kicker though. The kicker is that I woke up butt-naked on the floor next to a bag of trash and was covered in a foreign blanket. All I remember is the following:
Housemate: Yo Slim. Why you sleeping on the floor?
Me: Huh? What? How did I get here?
Housemate: Dude, why are you naked?
Me: Umm. *Blank stare* I have no f*ckin idea…
At that point I yelled downstairs to one of concubines to bring me my royal robe, I got up wrapped in this blanket and did a walk of shame back down to my own room. I don’t think I drank for 4-6 months after that. And for whatever reason, I don’t believe that I have done any sleep-walking since.
Flash past college and I’ve had my fair share of drunken episodes. Who hasn’t? But what I’ve noticed lately and what caused me to write this post is the fact that I can’t bounce back like I used to. What used to take a day to recover from now takes 2-3. I’ve also noticed that there’s a switch that sometimes gets flipped and then I’ll have no memory of what happened after a certain hour even though I appear to be just tipsy. Nothing is worse than wakin’ up and havin’ to look through your phone(s) and email to see if you ODed. Granted, it’s evident that you OD’ed because you had this concern in the first place and you now have a splitting headache. This never used to happen in my college days. Well, the black out thing didn’t.
I’m going on the wagon/booze hiatus. I know. Many of us have said it before. Sh*t, I’ve said it before. I am staying out of the clubs and bars for…well, 1 week I don’t know yet. My liver needs a break. As for everybody else, do you remember the first time you were intoxicated? Have you ever had an incident where you really ODed? And lastly, alcohol or something else, have you ever put yourself in a situation where you realized soon thereafter that you needed to make some serious changes in your life? Come on folks. I know you wanna share some of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Let’s get into it.
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lol @ Slim waking up naked next to trash.
THe first time i got drunk was at my friend’s HS graduation party. There were free flowing booze and my friend’s mom kept telling me to “drink that shti” (with a heavy Puerto Rican accent). I remember walking over to one of those big garbage cans to puke and the next thing I remember is waking up bent over the garbage can with my hands dangling in the trash and my cousin was taking pics. The pics wound up on the slide show at the family reunion later that summer.
I cut alcohol off for about 4 months after I got alcohol poisoning. I eased myself back into the game and I haven’t been completely shti-faced drunk in a long time
What happened with gin?
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 8:49 am
Gin made me ridiculously sick one night. Vomiting like I had never done before into the morning. I remember being dropped off at home by a friend and I spent an hour trying to open the door with a penny thinking it was my key. Then once I got in the door, I pretty much fell on the stairs. Got to my bed and all I could do was breathe heavy and lay there helplessly. The smell of gin for years was enough to make me wanna get sick.
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Anger Management Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:40 am
That penny story officially killed me LMAO
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So this one time in band camp….oh okay. My freshman year I went through like 5 cups of the “clear punch” and I ended up in a my friends closet crying and trying to call someone with his boots.
I then handed everyone a empty beer bottle on my way out of the door. My final performance consisted of me flipping over the rail and landing into the bushes where I slept. Didn’t touch anything that resembled alochol for two years….
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Oh man this post brought back memories of bored nights in smallbany! I didn’t touch the sauce till college, and for me the first time was a haze of 99 berries and making some ill fated phone calls that led to further debauchery. One phone call led me to call my now bff. After she stopped giving me the sideeye all of freshman year, and removed the whole restraining order thingy, its been smooth sailing ever since.
Feb 03 after drinking some of the cheapest vodka under the sun and forgetting I had taken cold meds, I did some of (as I was later) some crazy ish. I swam strokes on ice cold lineoleum in my dorm room, ate beef patties with a vengeance only to hug the porcelain later as a result, and bust my head upside a wall. After coming to, I realized I needed to sat my ass down and pray for deliverance. And it was another 3 yrs before vodka and beef patties ever entered my system again.
Can’t do any of that mess anymore, but for what its worth the memories are sickengly priceless!
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 8:29 am
I’m from smallbany…Boredom does cause drinking there.
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ASmith Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:00 am
Vodka and I have a real life love/hate relationship
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:08 am
Hold on Coco…
you (a female?) sexually harassed another female while under the influence?
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Ms.cocoapuffs27 Reply:
November 5th, 2009 at 1:45 am
to answer yes i am a female. no i didn’t sexually harrass her, me and another happy drunken roomie dialed her up and told her she was the greatest thing since slice bread. then as fate would have it, we kept running into each other in places where there was only one exit, i.e. bathrooms, elevators, etc. and she remembered what transpired and respectfully she was a bit traumatized. i blame my alma mater for having everyone’s name in an easily accessible phone directory.
once we finally (and soberly) got to know each other, we were straight from that point and we’re the bestest of friends. that’s the story she tells folks that want to know how we know one another i kid you not.
and by the way, sexual harrassment is only harrassment if it’s reported. in the words of a dear friend of mine, it’s not rape if you’re willing. yes i took it there. but don’t kill me i’m just the messenger!
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Woooooossssaaahhh….21 was the first and ONLY time I got drunk…9 years later that memory still haunts me. I can still feel my stomach trying to escape my body…lawdjesushavemercy. Who told my grown behind that a bone crusher sounded like an interesting and lovely drink to try? Took me 4 years to even think about drinking…lol.
We were planning to go to the Icebox after getting drinks at The Grand Slam after work one day, had a grand old time at the Grand Slam…but on the way to the Icebox, stuff started moving but I was like I’m okay, the chicken wings haven’t kicked in yet to soak up some of this liquor. Stepped foot in the Icebox and the speakers started moving…no bueno. I told my godbrother that “I was going to throw up like right now” in a clear calm voice. He helped my out the side door into the alley where I got down on all fours and proceed to call Earl by all sorts of names….all I remember is that it was raining and it feel so good to be drenched, mind you this is like late Feb/early March, so it’s still cold. Next thing I know I’m in the car on the passenger side with the windows rolled down…I threw up all.the.way.home! From NE to SE. He had to carry me up the stairs and put the empty trash can by the bed..I don’t remember him leaving all I remember was praying.
Then the next day (early!!) my sister had the nerve to want to go to IHOP…heffa!
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 8:27 am
Seasoned drinkers know that ihop is the move the next day.lol. Though when you were ferociously drunk the night before, the smell of food is often enough to make you want to yak some more. Not gonna lie, I kinda want some ihop now…
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Smiley Face Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 8:37 am
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I always swear I’m not going to go in, and lately I’ve been good about that (because I’ve been sticking with beer… it’s a good, yet “filling” strategy) but when I do #fail… Lord help me.
For my 18th b-day, one of my close friends threw me a party at her parent’s lake house. We got shlammered (I’ve been getting “wasted like the white boys for far.too.long”) and on my way to bed (because at that point, I hadn’t learned self-control so once I got drunk, I kept drinking…) I heard 2 of my friends arguing. I went in to check on them and my one friends had her b/f pinned up against the wall slapping the ISH out of him (I did pause to be sure I hadn’t walked in on some quality time… I had not). I grabbed her off of him and threw her on the bed. I had to straddle her (oh God… pause…) to keep him from charging her (did I mention we were shlammered). Long story short, they ruined my drunkeness and to fix it, I did 3 triple shots of vodka and went to bed. I’ve never been so hungover in my life and I wanted to die for most of the next day.
That story is second only to last year’s Labor Day when a friend came into town. Thanks to her mother’s encouragement, I downed 4 glasses of wine in less than 15 minutes and then my friend proceeded to keep a drink in my hand. Did I mention we were at a concert? Ok… well, I missed the whole concert because I was passed out in the bathroom. I threw up all over the toilet seat, so I sat on top of the toilet, with my feet on the seat, thus when my friend came looking for me, she didn’t see my feet. Oh gosh the next day was SO TRAGIC. ::shudder::
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These stories are funny. I myself don’t really drink besides half sipping on something every once in a blue moon. I’m afraid of being drunk and losing control. I guess I’m too much of an uptight control freak. I also am known for doing and saying some pretty off the wall things, so I’m afraid of what I would do or say if I were even more uninhibited because of alcohol.
I also hate babysitting my drunk friends. I do it bc we are friends, but I definitely make it known that I hate doing that stuff. And I don’t do vomit, so if you are going to do that it better be in a toilet bowl. If it’s in my car, you will be paying for the detailing bill and we may not be friends for a while afterwards. Needless to say none of my friends have ever made this mistake.
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:04 am
So you must always be the designated driver?
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Brownbelle Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:48 am
Co-sign! I’ve heard too many horror stories. I can’t get drunk anyway because I either get a migraine or start to feel sick after ingesting anything stronger than wine. Last month one of my boyfriend’s homeboys got drunk and threw up by the couch and I was ready to kick his arse (even though it wasn’t my living room!). I’m not morally against drinking but I do worry about people who get regularly sh*tfaced…alcohol poisoning and substance abuse are real problems.
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:20 am
I hope you dont think you cant get bent off of the vino. The red wine goes to your loins. Remember that. Hard alcohol is like being thrown into a boiling pot of water where as the vino is like being put in a pot of cold water and lighting a low flame. Bottomline is that arse is going to get cooked
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Brownbelle Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:25 am
LOl! Point taken. I never have more than one glass though, and always with a meal. If I’m at a party I go straight for the Mike’s hard lemonade and such.
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i have sooooo many drunken stories lol…but the drunkest of them all occurred my sophomore year in college…i had 8 shots of vodka and 3 bottles of mike’s hard leonade. way too much liquor for my small behind!
i remember sitting on the couch slowly turning my head and my eyes wouldn’t move as fast as my head lol. i sat there for a good 30 minutes just turning my head wondeering y my eyes wouldn’t catch up.
then i passed out on the couch and the last thing i remember was some dude massaging my feet…(i kno nothing happened though bc my girls were in the room with me)
the worst thing EVER is when u wake up the next day at a place u don’t remember STILL drunk. i hate hate hate waking up drunk lol
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:31 am
I hate hate hate waking up drunk then realizing I still have to go to work…lol.
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Living in the house that year with Slim and the 8 other dudes…… Liqs were easier to come by than water. We would wake up and have a beer for breakfast and Captain Morg’s for dinner with some Wings over Ithaca. With that many people in the house, the drunk stories are endless (remember Rahim & the Sunny Delight?).
I remember the first time I thought Beer was actually refreshing. I use to have to hold my nose and drink it, now it just feels so smooth.
Last time I got hammered, I was at this video shoot and past out on the models. Wifey had to drive me home and I didn’t hear the end of it for a week. I heard there is footage of my freestyling …. I don’t rap. That is kind of scary. That night back @ wifey’s, I got extra rock! Apparently, wifey didn’t appreciate the extra inch liquid encouragement gave me and I’m not allowed drunken sheezies anymore. Too rough??
First time I got wasted, I was on my way to senior, I was visiting my man Conrad trying to decide if I wanted to join him in Binghampton. He bought in Baracdi 151 and made jello shots. That was the first and last time peer pressure caught me, I knew my limit but they pushed me way past it. We are at some Lamda party and I’m dancing with some chick and I blew chunks all over her hair, 4 mins into the party. The bros threw me in the corner till the end of the night. Needless to say, I couldn’t show my face on that campus ever again. And now the smell of 151 makes me sick like gin does to slim.
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:43 am
lol at the blowing chunks in shorty’s hair and rah going nuts about his orange juice. Oh yeah, I have the footage of you rapping on my flip cam. I’m going to watch it again tonite for some laughs.
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Anonymous Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:48 am
I’m feelin wifey …y’all lose y’alls cotdayum minds, lol..freakin energizer bunnies!
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Smiley Face Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:56 am
Erm..Slim, why did my comment show up as anonymous?
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 9:57 am
I’m mad I didn’t mention alcohol has a liquid sexual equalizer in the post. Some of my absolute best work has been done with a few in my system. I feel like the cameras are on me and I’m putting on an exhibition. hahaha.
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:09 am
you know… I thought I was so big that night. Felt like a 2 Litter bottle and I was pumping….
but she just sat there on her hands and knees and didn’t say anything. I was going on and on about how great I was and how I was going to knock it out the frame… she just shaked her head. I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine.
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Smiley Face Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 1:04 pm
*sniggling*
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Funny stories! Sadly, I got stories for days…but, I’ll just tell two.
First time: I was 18 and in the dorm. We got our hands on a full bottle of 99 bananas and played bullsh*t (card game that forces you to take shots). I’d never taken shots before, I’d barely even drank before. After a night of running up and down the hallways playing drunken hide-and-seek (where was the RA?!) and calling inappropriate people, I ended up sweating and face down on the cold, linoleum dorm room floor (ew!!). My roomie put the fan in front of me to cool me off. The room was spinning and I didn’t have enough experience (or sense) to know what was coming so I just lay there trying to make it stop. And you know what happened next…ugh! The smell of bananas STILL makes my stomach turn.
Last time: My 25th bday, which was 5 months ago (lol). I had a rough year, so decided I was gonna do it big and did VIP at the Velvet Room. Bottle service, nice men buying me drinks, champagne sent over to the booth. The thought was nice, but the mixes of alchol was NOT. I didn’t drink a lot, I just drank too many different things. I made it out the club ok, but by the time we made it to Midtown Diner…I was tapped out. Barely made it up from my plate of bacon and eggs before I lost it right in the bathroom doorway. Yes, I’m shamed. I was too old…SMH
I’m really trying to make sure that was the last time. I write that off as my last hurrah before I joined the “25 and up” crew…
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Ash Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:17 am
Reliving these two stories also made me think about the bounceback time.
I was definitely more tore up when I was 18 vs. the 25, but at 18, I got up and felt great the next day like nothing happened.
That 25?!?! Oh uh uh…That happened on a Saturday and I didn’t get back right til Tuesday morning (and even then I still felt a little dehydrated).
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Even though I’ve been drinking for a long time, I’ve never been one to get wasted. I just don’t like to feel out of control. Ive only been wasted once and that was a week before I graduated college–we all went out to this reggae club. I had like 7 drinks total between pre-gaming and the club, spent most of the night in a booth “sleep with my eyes slightly open” after dancing and winding on folks and practically falling over, lol. This one guy swears I tongued him down, but I refuse to believe that. I hurled as soon as the air hit me outside. Then again in the Waffle House parking lot, and again in the parking lot of my dorm. Then I kinda fell in my vomit–got in my hair. don’t really remember much else but waking up in my room the next afternoon. lol. and getting a lot of calls from folks asking if I was ok.
first and last time I let liquor do me in. I hate to see sloppy drunk people, and even though they insisted I didn’t look a fool in the club–mostly because I chilled out, I’m too grown now to be “that girl”.
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ASmith Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:09 am
Those next day phone calls are the worst.
Went to a step show after party with my friends after demanding I be inebriated FIRST. We shut the party down and I ended it all by laying down on the floor as the DJ played “Set it Off” At least, I remember doing that.
The next day I had tons of meetings on campus. I could barely move (like I said, I remember laying down on the floor… and that’s all). I checked my phone, no “are you ok?” texts so I figured sans the stiffness/pain I must’ve been ok last night.
As I limped around campus to my meetings, almost EVERY person I passed/saw stopped to ask if I was ok. At first I thought my limping was hella obvious, but when I was seated at my first meeting and I had more than 2 people approach me to ask if I was ok, I knew I had done some bad stuff…
FTR: I don’t believe any of the stories I was told.
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I recall the first time I got drunk, did it at my apt with my family, figured this was the safe route, no driving involved or public embarrassment. My sis had the brilliant idea to create a drinking game using the toy Bop-It, ya know its like the Simon memory game (sooo dating myself) but it has commands that you memorize.
Well if you lost, you had to take a shot of vodka, now our bottle of vodka had a handle on it and split between 4 people, that bottle was gone within a few hours.
I was done! Got hot and went outside to vomit. I recall laughing a lot, crying with my sisters, and feeling like I was gonna die. My head was spinning but I kept drinking.
I got to the point where I couldn’t move and I passed out on my couch as one sister cried, “She gone die!!! she gone throw up and choke on her vomit, I don’t want her to die.”
Woke up in the morning still drunk with a night to remember.
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I was drunk off Smirnoff Vodka about a month ago. That was the first and the last time I will ever get drunk. I threw up everywhere in the hotel bathroom, I pee’d on myself multiple times, I couldn’t stand up. My aunt went to the laundromat and washed my stinky clothes in the middle of the night. After throwing up, all I remember is someone asking me, “Are you okay?” over and over again. Good thing my family was there. It was for a good cause. We went to my cousins college football game. Tailgating started at 11am so, we’ve been drinking all day. The next morning I was highly emotional. I was crying about anything and everything.
I’ll be sticking to Moscato, Homemade Smoothes and Kahlua.
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Let me pose a new question into the mix. What type of alcohol drags people to hell most often?
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LuxxeKitty Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:13 am
Tequila….Patron or Cuervo always causes Mal LaSalle to turn into Luxxe Kitty [think Bey/Sasha Fierce]…or fall flat on my ass.
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Ash Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:14 am
Anything that comes in a plastic bottle or is advertised as a “well drink.” Cheap liquor will have you ill for days and swearing off drinking altogether, which I found out on my 22nd bday…
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Cheekie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:52 am
Truth. I learned the hard way that I can have like 6 drinks of Dos Lunas and feel fine the next morning. But let me have a giant bottle of whattheeffisthishotmess for 13.99 and my liver is crying out for me.
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Seattle Washington Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:16 am
Patron. Oh geezus. There was a good three week stretch where all my co-workers and I would drink was Patron almost every night. Why? Well, we spent money on drinks to wash away the pain of folks getting laid off and our salaries getting rolled back. I remember Slim shaking his head many a night or morning because I showed up to the crib looking sullied, he heard me fumbling around with the doors and crashing into the walls of the crib or I just never showed up at all.
I had to cut it all out after my friends/family told me that every time I talked to them I was in a bar. : \
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nyhoop Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:18 am
Grey Goose…I can’t do it! Kettle One or Belvedere. The last time I had Grey Goose I threw up 5 times! It wasn’t pretty. At least that was a looooong time ago
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Renee Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:21 am
The ambiguous “Punch” females especially fall victim to the punch. The second you here her say “It doesn’t taste like alcohol” Bwoooyyyeee its ova!
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nyhoop Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:26 am
“The second you here her say “It doesn’t taste like alcohol” Bwoooyyyeee its ova!”
That’s sooooo true!! lmfao!
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My name is N.I.A. and I've been sober for 4 whole days!!! Yay!! Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:31 am
The punch will get you every time. I remember this one homecoming I had a cup of Kappa punch followed by some Omega Oil, then something blue my Sigma homie let me “taste”. Next thing I know, I’m with my ex in his hotel room. Like, how in the hell did I get there? Funny thing is, I’m pretty sure I was conscious the entire time. I just could not remember how we got to the point where his tongue was…. smh! It was a good homecoming!
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:22 am
OIL
a close second is Skippy (Vodka, lemonade and beer – a vicious concoction created by the football team)
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ASmith Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:46 am
A) This sippy you speak of… talk to me about how bad it does (or doesn’t) taste.
B) I’m reminded of a drunken concoction I made once: Beer + coke (this was before I warmed up to beer… and back when i still needed everything to be sweet, like punch). Even as drunk as I was I knew that was not going to work. UGH.
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:55 am
Skippy was THEE sh!t
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Tunde Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:25 am
rum. i can’t stand rum. i can have only one drink of bacardi and i will have a killer headache the next morning.
crown royal does things to me that will have me having the best night ever (in more ways than one) and worst morning i could hope for.
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My name is N.I.A. and I've been sober for 4 whole days!!! Yay!! Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:35 am
The first time I got completely tore up, it was b/c of rum. To this day, I don’t like rum b/c it reminds me of vomit, headaches, and passing out on the floor. Not a good look for a Southern Belle like myself….
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Smiley Face Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:33 am
Can’t do Smirnoff Vodka…nope nope nope
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Reecie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:42 am
me neither. my sick night involved a plastic fifth of smirnoff.
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Cheekie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:47 am
Same here. Or any blue label sh*t like Seagrams. Ish be havin’ me effed UP.
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Streetztalk Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:55 am
The Omega Oil ive had tasted like Catholic Communion wine. No Shots I need official tissue oil (pause?)
What usually puts me away are shots. Shots of patron after a while will have you on could 9 and then you’ll trip off the cloud and go str8 to hell!
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:58 am
I would implore you to travel to URochester. Some of the BEST.OIL.EVER.
Or to THE Univ of Penn. The gold oil hits
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Cval Reply:
November 5th, 2009 at 7:39 am
I co-sign to the URochester sh*t…
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Reecie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:40 am
For me its just too much of anything. I’m typically a vodka drinker, but in my college days I drank a lot of dark rum and the infamous Paul Masson and Erk & Jerk/Easy Jesus. lol Now I would say tequila, but only shots of Jose mess me up. if I’m on that Patron Silver I’m kinda ok.
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:49 am
That Eazie Jeezie was my sh*t at one point too. There was one night where I was hit off of that and kept pushing ppl into piles of garbage. We all know how much garbage their is in NYC
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SouthernCharm Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:23 am
anything cheap! i’m sure every broke college student has had an experience with heaven hill or quality house…
moral: never trust liquor that comes in a plastic bottle! you’re better off getting twisted off the green rubbing alcohol they sell at walmart.
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Reecie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:41 am
as a freshman we would drink Cisco aka liquid crack. or those Special Brew drinks (am I dating myself?) LOL. In High school I drank mad dog20/20, so yeah I’m familiar with cheap ish. lol
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LuxxeKitty Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 1:34 pm
haha…our dumb asses would mix Mad Dog w/ Sonic Slushes before hitting parties Freshman year…maybe with a little Erk N Jerk.
Heaven Hill almost got us kicked out the quads in Sophomore yr. That & Boone’s Farm
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You guys are a bunch of drunks j/k, I’m right there with ya’ll.
Slim discribes sleep walking and not remebering events, sadly I can relate because if I drink pass a certain point I will definetly blackout. I’ve heard people get put off drinking for blackouts but it doesn’t bother me only because I know I’m always with friends. On multiple occasions I can only remember leaving the dorms and coming back, there are pictures from springbreak I still don’t remember taking and crazy stories told to me by my friends of OD outrangeous behavior. Funniest drunken story is definetly sophmore year when I went to a dorm party with a guy I was seeing, now they were serving devils spring 160 proof (nobody should have this before senior year), the dorm had common bathrooms and he had to show me where they were, aparrently I returned to the party to announce to a bunch of his female friends that my jaw hurt, the rest of the night was filled with side eyes and I died when he told me about it the next day.
My first year out of college I was drinking up a storm, there are just too many happy hours in the city, combined with a ton of bars, company happy hours and I had $ to blow, boy I’ve had some good times. I’ve calmed down significantly in my frequency, but when I go out I still drink A LOT (I just don’t throw up in public, that’s not cute). Right now my drink of choice is Vodka Cranberry (made with Goose), shot of choice is Corzo Taquilla. On the good hand I did put down the LI Ice Teas, no good came from those.
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:18 am
Devil Springs? Jaw Hurt? Common Bathroom? Dorm party?
This sounds like the work of some LINK Goons….
I guess men pratice similar moves on every campus.
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Renee Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:32 am
Oh wait, incase its not clear, I really didn’t do anything to make my jaw hurt, sophmore year I was still a baby lol.
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:36 am
that completely changes the story….
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Loved this post. And like you Slim, I can’t bounce back anymore so I usually have no more than one or two.
The first time I got drunk was in high school. It was prom night & me & my friends had gotten a hotel room & plenty of alcohol. All I remember is I putting on everyone’s shoes. Random, I know.
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:56 am
I ultimately may do a 1 or 2 drink plan. But for now, I’m good.
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As we get older it even becomes harder to go out on weeknights and get up for work on time LOL let alone the time it takes to bounce back from too much to drink etc……
Slim as the daughter of a recovering alcoholic, brah slow on the drinking… I know this post was probably meant to be funny but you sound like an alcoholic young and that sh*t is no joke….everything in moderation!!!
P.S. I slept walk as a child..so fellow ex sleep walker here too LLS
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:35 am
I thought drinking aggressively was part of being a writer?
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:37 am
word to Californication.
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OrangeStar616 Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:37 am
LOL!!!
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I was on a first date. Forgot I had taken meds becaue I was so smitten by my date (not). Anyways we meet at a bar and have a few drinks (5)..Go get something to eat and have a few more drinks.. I’m usually not a light weight and can drink with the best of them..but the mixing of the meds and the drinks did me over. We end up back at his place (don’t judge me..lol). I passed out and he passed out. Next morning we wake up and I’m guessing he was expecting some nookie and in return got me throwing up in his bathroom for about 2 hrs. I puked my guts out literally. You know when you start to vomit nothing.. I was so embarrassed what a first impression. I had to call my BFF to come and get me because there was no way I could have gotten home in my state. I felt like I was going to die. I got home and slept the rest of the day and felt much better when I woke up. The dude called me later to see how I was and even though I had thought I blew it with him we are still cool beans today. He has actually become one of my good friends. I haven’t been drunk like that again but I have had other incidences. Alcohol is no joke!
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man i remember the first time i got totally wasted. it was sophomore year of college. there was a pajama party. and we were drinking bacardi all evening/night. i went over to my boy’s apartment and he was drinking everclear. had some of that. went over to this chick’s apartment and she was drinking henny. had some of that. before we left to go to the party we all took shots. i made them. there happened to a bottle of nyquil sittign on the counter (this is around the time sipping on some sizurp was out). since i was already drunk i thought why not. by the time i made it halfway through the party, i threw up maybe 5 times in the bathroom and maybe twice outside. lol
the only other time i’ve ever been that wasted was the night before college graduation. i missed rehearsal early that morning and i was still tipsy walking across the stage. i still wonder how i didn’t trip or stumble across the stage. my girlfriend at the time was completely pissed at me that night. i have pictures of toothpaste, cut up paper and shaving cream all over my face to prove it.
at this point i don’t get wasted like that even though i do drink a lot. i have a very high tolerance but its mostly because i’ve found a drink that meshes well with my body. i mostly always drink vodka (stoli in particular).
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Renee Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:00 am
Nyquil??? Everything else was fine that’s OD-ing hard.
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I think I may lead the league in drunken stories.
The worst one involves Nyquil, vodka, Jack, and a train. I will not disclose any more details.
I’ll tell you about the second one though. Spring Fling Freshman year. Started drinking Wednesday and it didnt stop til Saturday. (I had a flask in my Thursday classes). So its Fri night and we dropped $250 in the liquor store. I was drinking from a chalice. We had a lil bit of every alcohol known to man. Everclear, rum, vodka, tequila. We were mixing and matching like a mo fo. We were in my boys room amd I was getting a lap dance when I look up and my mans was getting head from a chick while sitting on the sink. The sink is right near the dorm room door. Everyone who came in saw it. I fell asleep. I woke up in 3943 Baltimore Ave. (I ended up living there years later, weird). Getting another lap dance. Lil Jon comes on. The black football players go nuts. The party was on the 3rd floor on the house. Ppl on the second floor say there is saw dust everywhere and that the roof looked like it was going to cave. They kick us out the house and we proceed to jump on top of cars. Yes I was 285 and not the biggest among the group. I fall off of a car and badly sprain my ankle. I almost get hit by a truck. Instead of helping me up, my friends “beat the car up” for hurting me. We make it to the next party. They dont let us in. We end up about to come to fisticuffs with the ole head Alphas who were standing out front. The asian cop breaks it up. We call him every racial slur in the book. He looks as if he is near tears. We run away. We make it to McDonalds. We see chick with boyfriend #2 all kissy face. Boyfriend #1 walks in and sees it. We run out of McDonalds w/o paying for food during the ensuing(sp?) drama. We’re chilling in front of the dorm. We see chick. She says that boyfriend #1 choked her out in McDonalds. We laugh. Boyfriend #1 walks into dorm 5 minutes later. I punch him in the face. He was really punch drunk and bloody and tried to fight me in the lobby of the dorm. The cops are called. I run away from the dorm that I live in. The cops leave. I return home and drink more to hide the eff’d up foot. I cried. I talked about how I dont like men who beat women. I ruined everyone else drunkness. I slept in the lobby of the dorm when my room was 30 ft away. SMH @ myself
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:39 am
LMFAO
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My name is N.I.A. and I've been sober for 4 whole days!!! Yay!! Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:41 am
wow!!
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Ash Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:46 am
Haha! That was great!
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ASmith Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:50 am
Sir.
Sir.
All you can do is shake your head? You lived like a whole semester of drunken nights in a few days!
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:56 am
This is one day. Not even a few days
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:52 am
How do you remember all those details?
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:56 am
This is the only night of four that I remember
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Streetztalk Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:58 am
****MUERTO**
I’ll tell you about the second one though. Spring Fling Freshman year. Started drinking Wednesday and it didnt stop til Saturday. (I had a flask in my Thursday classes).
^^ THIS! LMAOOO
YO this is a nominee for best 3ways comment!
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:18 am
I second that nomination.
and just imagine if he told us the triz story.
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
I dont remember ALL of the details. Apparently, alot happened in the walk from the dorm to where the party was.
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What a great way to start my hump day!
Most of my drunken stories from college I heard second hand as I clearly can’t recall most. I do remember that my first real attempt at getting shitfaced was just b4 I went on line and I got effed up at a kappa house party. Ended up somehow in the kitchen making drinks (concoctions is probably more accurate as I had no idea what I was doing) for other ppl…one of which was my soon-to-be big sister (smdh). I think I ended up dancing quite provocatively with her bf and uhh yeah. Epic fail. I believe I was the “bartender bitch” for a few weeks before being given a number.
As a grown up, the worst episode was a few years ago on a random nite out in dc. I decided patron was gonna be the drink of choice for the evening. Coated the tummy with some checkers and went IN. two shots of patron off the bat. They went down too easy. I shouldve known. After 10mins of not feeling anything, I went back to the bartender and gave him an earful about him not doing his job to ensure that I had a good time. a dude that breathed like biggie overheard me and offered to buy two more rounds. I obliged. after another 10 mins of not feeling anything I declared the party “wack” and demanded that we find another spot. Bustin’ my ass down the stairs shoulda been the sign to chill the eff out, but I chalked that up to my new heels. on the first floor I ran into some friends who offered to buy me a drink before I left. Declaring patron a drink for p***ies, I took one more round for shits and giggles and left. We ended up stopping to eat at McCormick and schmicks. I remember banging my head pretty hard on the table (hence the knot) and not moving for a while. I would be told later that I was in a coma like state for the entire duration of their meal. I apparently jumped up demanding that I needed to make to the bathroom pronto. despite my desire, my legs were not cooperating and I ended up throwing up thru my fingers and having it splatter all over the place IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RESTAURANT (yes the one in Chinatown for those that know dc). I dont remember much else besides a few babies crying in the background. And my friends apologizing to ppl they didn’t know. yeah. real low.
Don’t judge me lol.
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Good lord, reading all these comments made me have some serious flashbacks.
First time drinking. 13 yrs old. Thought I knew everything. Was at a party in a really small town, drinking moonshine. Everyone told me, make sure you move around while drinking moonshine. So what did I do? I sat at the table and played a drinking game. I drank for probably about 3 hours and was thinking, why am i not drunk? I should be drunk by now. Then all of a sudden i needed to pee. I stood up and melted into a puddle of drunkenness on the floor. My legs didn’t work and I did not enjoy the puking that ensued for the next couple hours.
Flash forward to 20 yrs old. By this time, I was a seasoned drinker. Could drink a 26 oz bottle of rum or vodka by myself and still walk perfectly. Well, I knew ALOT of military guys and partied with them regularly. One Saturday we started drinking at 2 in the afternoon… we proceeded to close out the bar, then moved the party back to one of their houses. We drank into the early morning hours. I clearly remember everything that happened throughout the night until someone said.. lets go get breakfast. Next thing i remember is waking up in the hospital with a tube down my throat pumping some charcoal mixture into my stomach to absorb some of the alcohol. I didn’t drink for about 5 years after that. Not even so much as a glass of wine. Even now, i still rarely drink more than a couple of anything.
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 10:57 am
This is a perfect time to ask. What exactly is moonshine and how does it taste? lol.
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Glo Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:03 am
lol moonshine is a homemade, extremely potent, nasty tasting alcohol. Its hard to describe what it tastes like, but lets just say, if you drink it straight as a shot, you will puke right off the get go. No waiting to get drunk for the puking. No one ever really knows what the alcohol content is in the moonshine, but they test it for strength by pouring a spoonful into a glass, setting it on fire and timing how long it burns for. the longer the burn, the more potent it is.
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Reecie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:44 am
is mooshine like corn liquor? because I’ve had that. my nana used to make it, and her own wine. so I grew up sneaking hella peach and grape wine–she even used to sell it, thats how they do in cackalack!
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Glo Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:19 pm
Not sure on the corn liquor thing. Its possible that its similar. I imagine theres not a whole lot of differences between most homemade liquors, other than wines vs beer vs everything else kind of thing.
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Reecie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
I found this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corn_whiskey
I think its pretty much the same thing.
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ASmith Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:22 am
It burns.
And that’s all I remember.
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Cheekie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:31 pm
My 70+ year old coworker went on vacation and brought us all back some moonshine jelly…I still haven’t tasted the ish yet. Sittin’ in my fridge.
So, I have no idea…lol
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Tunde Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:26 pm
i just got offered some moonshine monday night while watching monday night football. i promptly declined. lol
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
If you drink bad moonshine you can go blind…
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I didn’t start drinking until college. I was that girl in HS who thought she was better than everybody else, and wasn’t going to defile her body with drugs, alcohol, and pre-marital penis. So, when I got to college, all that shyt went out the window.
The first time I got completely and utterly and sickly wasted was when I was visiting at Stanford, and I realized white folks don’t drink like us. So, I went to this party with my Jewish friend, and got so drunk/sick on rum in plastic bottles. It was horrible. And I swore to never drink rum again. And then second semester, I drank several barcardi and cokes, and woke up remembering nothing about the evening other than my friends and I attended some type of party b/c I was still dressed. smh. Now, even the smell of rum makes me sick.
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My name is N.I.A. and I've been sober for 4 whole days!!! Yay!! Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:20 am
oh… how do i forget about my law school hooding/graduation party. My friends and I decide to throw a big black & white graduation party at this club downtown Columbus, and invited all our folks. And the guests of honor all wore red so we would stand out. but anyway, I got so drunk that night. I had several shots of Patron, at least 2 each of Grey Goose and Cranberry & Grey Goose and Lime Juice. Later, I saw pictures of me I didn’t remember taking. In hind sight, I probably shouldn’t have drank that much when my dress was so short. Thank God for friends… It was a great night.
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The most I remember of bad drunken nights (which ain’t that much. I get my high tolerance from my daddy!
) is grinding old middle aged-men who shouldn’t still be going to clubs. Which, I side-eye myself the next morning because even with makeup on, I can pass for like 14. lmfao
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Black and Trapped in Toronto Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 1:45 pm
I side-eye myself the next morning because even with makeup on, I can pass for like 14
LOL with a disturbed look on my face
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Cheekie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 2:14 pm
LOL, tell me about it. It depends on the person, though. I swear, just recently, with makeup on (well just eye and lip) someone thought I was a teenager. WTF. Eff my baby face. But, trust, I know I will embrace it come thirty-years-old.
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Ok Im goin in!!
So in 2005 my Chapter bro had a party at Strata in NYC. I got there around 11pm. We get in and we’re chillin. We hit the bar. I went with my “3 strikes combo” for getting real nice in the club: Grey Goose + Cranberry, Long Island Iced Tea, Grey Goose + Cran. This combo never did me wrong…. until that night.
I don’t remember the events from 1am-10am. The only memories I have of that time period felt Like a Flash Forward. From what people told me, I was the life of the party. My bro from MD told me I bagged this Errrya shortie, and dissed her at the same time. he tells me that she mustve been feelin what I said either way and got her number. I saw my chapter bro when he entered and made a crazy announcement to his arrival. I remember being in VIP doubled over vomiting on the side. I regained consciousness in the care of some AKAs, caressing me as if I just lost my best friend. I opened my eyes and saw my Dean looking at me, shaking his head. I tried to call out to him, to say “Dean, help
usme”, but I never uttered the words. I only closed my eyes, and began to vomit once more. I could hear people asking for cameras and video phones. Thankfully none were around.I ended up getting carried out of Strata, like a football player who had an ankle injury. While I was getting assistance, i was told “Streetz look! People are in worse shape than u!”. I looked and saw a dude getting carried out by two bouncers like a newborn baby (arms and legs… kinda like the pic above”. I was told that a young lady came up to us and said ‘O you guys look nice” to which I replied “Your MOTHER”! They had to apologize for me.
I got thrown in the back of my Ac, while frat drove. I woke up at 10:01am in a strange house. First thing i did was check that all my clothes were on and that i didn’t wake up next to a Biggie Shawty. lol. Then I realized I was in my frats crib! Funniest thing is, I had step/Stroll practice (and I was the stepmaster) at 10am! I went to call dudes and low and behold, I LOST MY PHONE. Not to mention we had a competition later that day. smh. I got the keys from my frat, thanked him for his hospitality, drove home, changed, and went to practice. The sun blazed my eyes like I was a Vampire. My head was bloody, but unbowed….
I’m still tight I didn’t have a pic of shortie or the number. lol. I also believe someone slipped me the date rape drug, because there’s NO WAY I coudlve got that wasted off of 3 drinks.
I’ll let slim/RCLS/DR Jay/SBM tell the story of the email I sent to them on my Birthday…lol
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ok imma sum this up quick and fast (which pretty much decribes how wasted i got)
and im ashamed to say this happened this august when i went cancun. yes i know mexico and their damn tequila. i went to COCO BONGOS best damn place in cancun. they give tequila away like its pennies. anywayz my friend counted me up to about 20 shots. i lost earrings, bought earrings from the bathroom attendant, fell several times in the bathroom, even have pics of me sitting on the toliet, just sitting not using the actual bathroom. apparently the cab driver didnt even want us in the cab because i looked too drunk. i threw up all over some white lady, who didnt mind. fell out the cab on my back once at the hotel. had to be escorted to the room by security in a wheelchair, and once up in the room threw up again all over myself. OH AND THE BEST PART, MY SO CALLED FRIENDS PUT SOME OF THESE PICS ON FB!! oh and it wasnt just me twisted l;ike this, there was another friend who was just like me but add in she blacked out and they almost had to get the hotel doctor. we would have still been there today tryna pay our debt to cancun. ok thats it..im getting sick just thinking about that craziness.
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The first time I got trashed was for my 21st birthday. I had 3 shots of vodka, a rum runner and 2 margaritas from COPAS (those in Philly will know what this means) all in a span of 45 mins. Needless to say my friends thought it was funny to take pictures of me progressively getting drunker throughout the night. Once I finally got home I sat on the couch and proceeded to throw up while heaving so hard that I fell off the couch into a pile of my own throw up (not sexy, I know). After that I swore off drinking, and even kept the pictures as a reminder that I shouldn’t drink,
but I was at the bar the next week LOL. I guess we never learn….
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 11:47 am
If you think Copas is wassup, you gotta hit Mad4 (some ppl now it as Mad Mex). Those are vicious
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Anger Management Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:38 pm
yeah i spent plenty of my undergrad years there too. the big azz margaritas are the devil, but you can’t help but buy it when it was time for the special LOL.
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OK…
So I went out with two of my cousins and one of their boys to some random spot in NYC for their boy’s birthday. I was back in town, newly single and looking to party. And to my delight, they ordered bottle service complete with Vodka and Patron. Yeah.
We OD’ed. My cousin was so drunk he was flirting with the waitress (she was bad though) in front of his girl. I remember dancing on the couches with this other girl while my other cousin danced with her friend. I then was swooped up by some other young lady who thought “I was cute.”
Everything was wonderful, until we left the bar.
Point of clarification – my cousin’s girl is White. And she was walking with three Black dudes in NYC. Which is pretty much the norm, but some crazy bum didn’t think so and proceeded to say some nasty racial things to her while we were walking down the stairs to the subway platform.
Shorty is basically my in-law so I went off. I usually have a “Wise men don’t argue with fools…” rule, but since I was eradicated I couldn’t hold back my anger. I proceeded to yell at the bum so much, my veins popped outta my head and he looked at me like I was crazy. I think it was the, “I’ll throw you into the third rail right now Mutha F*^a” comment that made him realize I was about Bellevue material at the moment. I’m not a fan of racism. From anyone.
After making it back to Penn Station and boarding the LIRR train I proceeded to sit on the tops of seats, pretend like I was flying into the then rising sun and tell everyone how much I loved them. In true drunk, nothing happened fashion.
Yeah.
Then I saw the pictures. And then after a brief convo with the homegirl that thought I was “cute”, I found out she had several seeds from several different fathers.
Moral of the story – everything is so much better when you’re in that intoxicated oasis.
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This post is like the many round table discussions my friends and I have when we have a “family gathering”. I have many getting drunk waking up in places I have no idea where I am or how I got there…yeah I used to get drunk like the white boys all the time in college. But where it all began? Freshman year lol.
Freshman year I was celebrating my 18th birthday. My hall mates along with my CA decided that all my gifts should be in the form of alcohol. Well I had one box that had a mixture, Crown, Belv, Seagrams, and Henny I do believe. We had a huge bottle of Seagrams Gin as well as Mike Hard Lemonades. This is all a true plan for disaster. I drank every single drop of every bottle in that box. I proceeded to drink Mike Hard Lemonade as well. One of the girls boyfriends was in the room as well. I was tore up and really really feeling myself. I can hold my liquor all that. Well I wish I would have kept my mouth closed. He decided we just needed to see how much of my liquor I could hold. I was 5′10 and maybe 140…he was 6′5″ 250-300 EASY…yeah set up for real. He made us drinks in red solo cups, more gin than orange juice…Yeah let the foolishness begin. I sang, danced, drunk dialed, drunk texted everyone I know. Thank goodness I did not call home! I dived on a bed when someone knocked on the door bc I thought i would get in trouble. Silly me, my CA was in the room too. My friend let me roller set her hair…I ripped the rollers out bc it made her head look big. She agreed she was drunk too. Well after all this I was “hungry”…mind you I had picked up the phone to call Earl, just hadn’t dialed his number yet. Well we concluded it would be safe to eat bread…so I ate 2 slices of Wonder Bread. I laid on the top bunk in my dorm room…my poor roommate. She looked to check on me (literally looking up)…yeah I called Earl, he picked up and unfortunately she was in on that call too.
My mother came to pick me up the next day to take to me lunch for my birthday…It was the worse meal I have ever been forced to endure even to this day. I can not eat at that particular restaurant nor can I even LOOK at a load of Wonder Bread. I stopped drinking for all of 2 weeks…we had another birthday to celebrate on my hall. LOL
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Sigh… I’m going to put myself out there since everybody else has.
Keep in mind that I typically am the designated driver (well not really DD but DD enough) and I can drink an entire bottle of patron in five hours and just get a wee bit tipsy. So here are my stories:
My freshman year my roomate and I rushed and joined a selective living group on campus that was pretty much all-white and known for their excessive drinking. So they had a ‘welcome the freshman’ drinking party in their section of the dorm. So after having 3 cups of superman juice and being sufficiently tipsy I decided it would be a good idea to get into an elimination flip cup game. I ended up being the last person (and ultimately the winner) for my team after drinking around 14 cups of beer. That night I had to sleep in a tent with some of my dormmates as we were camping out for basketball tickets and it was my night. I remember needing to use the bathroom so I went inside of a building and the next thing I know the boys that were sharing the tent with me had busted the bathroom door open. Apparently I had passed out, pants and undies around my ankles on the toilet and it had been so long that they had to come look for me. I didn’t touch beer until grad school.
Two of the times that I have been to vegas have revolved around me laying on the bathroom floor next to the toilet thanks to 8 vodka gimlets (time #2) and 1/2 a bottle of absolut for my 21st (time #1).
Once I got so drunk I tried to launch myself out of a dorm window, made out with a very cute guy at a party which was hosted by a guy that I liked and had been talking to, and when my friends tried to give me salt I ran through the halls of the dorm begging them to leave me alone and let me die.
We won’t even go into the tales of drinking for three days straight at myrtle beach….
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Kasey Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:33 pm
The trips to MC usually needed someone to put the pieces together for a description of the time spent there. LOL
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It’s a well known fact that alcohol is responsible for 98.3% of the lovin’ that fat/ugly girls get. Tied to that fact is the 98.3% rate of effectiveness it has in getting someone out of the friend zone.
Just thought I’d throw that out there. lol
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LittleMissSunshine Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:13 pm
so the truth. soooooo the truth.
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CHeeKZ Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 1:35 pm
I knew a chick that had a couple of dudes in the friend zone. She would drink with them and blackout. The next day talk about how they took advantage of her… after four times I started to get hip to it.
People use liqs as an excuse to get wild…
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One year we had a Last Day of Classes concert and of course since Duke had Luda and Kanye the year before we had some wack ass white band I’d never heard of, so instead of going to the concert I decided to drink with my frat bros and the sexy upperclassmen friends. Start caking on the phone with a chick I had been chopping down. Apparently I went over to her dorm, smashed, left and woke up passed on on the bench outside. Call a ride to get me back to my dorm. Woke up the next morning with an empty condom wrapper in my pocket! I had NO recollection of smashing. So i go through my phone, and had to have the awkward “So what happened last night” convo. She was pissed, I tried to play it off. She did however let me know that I passed out immediately after sex and she kicked me out cuz i was snoring like a train.
Then there’s that time that I was so drunk that I showed up to a pajama party in boxer briefs only, proceeded to finger a chick in the hallway. Only to head home and almost have a threesome with 2 new chicks. It got spoiled by my drunk and hating ass frat bro. I knew i should’ve locked my front door!
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:25 pm
I think I know you fam
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Peyso Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:26 pm
Extreme pause though
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Streetztalk Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 12:27 pm
LMAOOOOO [||]
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Oh shit I almost forgot about the time I was caking with a chick we was drunk, took a shower trying to sober up. Only to pass out naked in the living room. It was homecoming weekend so lots of frat came in and out of the apartment that night and saw us passed out with my head on her titties. Moral of the story! Lock your front door when you’re caking!
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It was 07/07/07. The details are blurry. But it involved several shots of Smirnoff (who does that?), getting out of the car to “walk it out” in front of the police, 2 strongberry and vodkas, no keys, $2, throwing up in a cab, and my friends having to change my clothes…
This shall be the story I tell my kids about the dangers of drinking and what will happen.
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Here’s what went down on the only night I’ve been drunk in my life:
-The room was spinning.
-The car had to be stopped, so I could lean out and release a few internal mixtures
-I spent the next 10 minutes angry at myself and complaining. Like, I was seriously angry, apparently. Don’t remember what I said, but folk I was with was telling me it was interesting, to say the least.
-Went to the bathroom, and sat there for at least an hour. I was knocked out on the toilet with my head in my hands and had to be woken up.
I suppose this story is pretty mild, compared to others…but it was enough for me.
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Reecie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
yeah I’ve had the room spin and have fell asleep on the toilet on a few occasions, but as long as I’m not throwing up, its a good look. lol
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car rides + macdonalds + vodka are NOT my friends…that is all for now.
Nekked Slim? lol
Good luck with your alcohol diet…
moderation not deprivation
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Cheekie Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
LOL…It’s White Castle for me. Just recently on a slightly drunken night, I kept telling my older sis I had to pee. She pulls up to the parking lot like, “there ya go” and I look over at her with doe-eyes, “Um…can you help me?”. WTF…I love how the a-a-a-a-alcohol resorts me back to a toddler.
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It was in college my sophomore year, I thought I was a G when I had like 8 shots of Bacardi just before a well known party celebrating the end of the school year for Blacks and Latinos. I had the shots and realized I was done in when I tripped up a set of starirs and someone exclaimed ” Niggas are starting early” but to my dismay it was only downhill from that point. My girls and I arrived at the party got into the place and I was like I don’t feel so good. I remember thinking damn I am going to die tonight. SO I went outside and it had to be like 40 degrees in a t-shirt and some jeans and sat near a whole. I rember vaguely throwing up in it. Then I fell asleep outside on the chair. My girls came to get me like an hour later and brought me inside. Then i feel asleep right next to the loud as speaker. I woke up to My girls about to fight some senior for stealing glasses and immediatly I jumped in like I was awake all along. That was by far the worst time, I still can’t drink that much out of fear that it is going to happen again .
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Soooooooo….there are SOOOO many stories I don’t even know where to start.
The first time I had a hangover was the last day of my freshmen year of college.
Decided to go to a house party @ American with some friends… All I remember is that there was a keg,some MD 20/20, velikoff and at LEAST 3 shots of everclear.
It wouldn’t have been bad if I didn’t have to wake up and pack my shit the next morning to go home for the summer.
My 1st senior year (and that statement in itself should be a testament to how much drinking went down in between those three years) me and my cohost had a birthday party at Avenue nightclub…
All Iiii remember is making up a song about it detailing all that I’d had to drink.
it went to the tune of ‘5 days of christmas’
5 shots of patron
4 amaretto sours
3 shots of goose
2 bottles of Rose
and something called a blue mafucker….
I was TOLD that I danced on hella couches, before getting into it with my ex, only to drunk text him later and then pass out before I could even do something that I would regret with him. Before I passed out however, I also saw his next adn proceeded to threaten her with a rose bottle (empty) and then slumped myself on a couch only to jump up whenever they played my song…which was every five minutes.
The next day, I woke up and TRIED to go to work, but had to pull over FOUR TIMES to hurl. Was at work for an hour before I had to call the ex (same one from the night before) to come get me and drive me to his house to sleep it off. He laughed at me the whoooollleee time…until I slapped him. I blamed it on being still drunk. Then he laughed again when I kept walking into walls trying to get in the elevator at his apartment.
Then of course there was my best friends birthday party. Well, I didn’t really wanna be there cause me and his girl are….friendly, but not friends. So I walked into the party and walked to the bar before I even said hi to anyone at the table. Started with straight shots of ciroc.
Then sat at the table and played nice for about 30 mins before declaring our waitress to slow (It was a party of 18) and heading back to the bar, this time best friend in tow. We proceeded to bury the hatchet and had 6 shots of patron in his honor.
I thought that would be the end of the night, however as we were leaving, his girl decides we should go to a club on u st. She EXPLICITLY invites me and I cant say no, so we caravan over and head upstairs to a VIP booth. Well the booth came with two bottles of Rose, we bought two more adn then somehow mysteriously came up on a bottle of Veuve. Oh wait, I forgot the patron shots with Long Island chasers we had at the bar while waiting for our hostess to come get us.
So everything is GREAT for a while. I’m dancing on couches, pouring liquor on people and having a great time. The last thing I remember is walking out of the club and me him and his girl walking to my car.
Apparently after that, Iiiii(and I have NO RECOLLECTION OF THIS) drove us to adams morgan, where we went to eat. As we were sitting at the table, I randomly decide I need to go to the bathroom. Apparently, they ate a full meal before noticing that I hadn’t come out.
So yea, like someone else up there, I had passed out in the stall, leggings around my ankles. his girl was nice enough to come clean me up and then he drove us back to the club so they could get her car.
At that point, i was mad at myself for hurling so instead of letting them drive me home, I got in the car and sped off insisting I would be fine.
Two blocks later, i realized I wasn’t (because you know seeing triple is never a good thing) and decide to park and sleep it off. As I’m parking, I hit SOMEthing on the curb and was too drunk to even get out the car and look. Went to sleep, woke up drunk, drove home and forgot about it until I got home and got out of the car and saw the dent in the bumper.
I have to say though, I can still holld my hard liquor like a champ @ 24…it’s that damn mixing and matching with the champagne that gets me EVERY SINGLE TIME. Same shit happened last weekend, only with out the damaging of the car and blacking out. Still hurled, but it was a nice controlled hurl this time.
I think my recovery time is decent tho, but I guess that’s because I started off with 151 and everclear and moved down to the softer shit like patron and ciroc.
Never again will I touch that piss in a gold bottle tho. NEVER!
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Seattle Washington Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 2:47 pm
If you don’t feel comfortable answering this (or having a pending case) please just email me, but I gotta know – what did you hit?
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PhlyyPhree Reply:
November 4th, 2009 at 4:12 pm
Umm yea, so I never got out the car to see….and I’ve yet to go back around campus to even look in that general area. I’m assuming it was a fire hydrant or curb post cause there was yellow paint on my car and it was looooowww.
I’m certain it wasn’t a person or another car. Not only were there people outside when I did it, but I just feel like if I had hit a body, there would have been more fuss in the morning. Then again, it only happened last month, so maybe CSI just hasn’t had time to find me yet….ionkno!
*crosses fingers against pending case*
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I missed one of the best parties of my college career being layed out in the bedroom with the coats. My boys decided they were going to get everyone fucked up by making the jungle juice with everclear. You can’t get that shit in NY without a restaurant license – so two of them drove down to MD to get it. The two that got it decided they weren’t going to let the rest of us in on their shenanigans. I used the jungle juice as a chaser that night. They’d put so much sugar in the rubbermaid bucket that there was a coating of crystals on the bottom. I tasted nothing but extra sweet koolaid. I had four cups, a few shots of goose, a shot of hen and god knows what else before the whole world shifted sideways. I missed crazy shit that night – some chick getting slayed literally in the middle of the party, multiple slide off opportunities, etc. I had to be carried wounded soldier style back to my room. If I hadn’t gotten both of them back eventually, I would’ve never forgave them…
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I remember my most drunken collegiate moment. it was a great night, well, from what I can remember. For some reason me and my roomie decided to go shot for shot in attempt to down a bottle of vodka prior to going out. Let me tell you, any night that starts like that never ends well.
So then we made the trek up state street or eddy street to the track party. When I arrived I was greeted with jungle juice!! Unfortunately, I thought it was kool-aid and had a few too many glasses.
By the end of the night, I was sharing a trash can with a teammate while people watched in disgust and awe. We seamlessly managed to share the trash can without any disasters! At some point, I was carried out of the party kicking and screaming because I knew I could walk home by myself, but no one believed me. Passed out shortly after that and had a horrible morning…I think it took me an entire day and a half to recover. Never again!
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I’ve had two major incidents in my 27 yrs. The first was during a bus trip for a “sports/culture” weekend at a university. My friends and I were playing a drinking game with Gold Schlager (sp?) and eating pizza at the same time. Later that evening I became best friends with the toilet. The only thing that made it NOT a terrible experience was that I got some mouth play from the bf (TMI? maybe, maybe not). I was stupid drunk but I’ll NEVER forget that.
The second was about 2 yrs ago, I went out for my best friend’s 25th b-day at a club and my boyfriend, now fiance came along. I was really excited because we don’t live in the same place so we rarely get to go out together. Anyway we were pre-drinking before we went to the club (this is how I discovered my most current drink of choice Soho and cranberry) and in the car I promised him the best $#X he’d ever have later that night. We’re at the club and everytime he sends me to get him a drink I buy myself a shot of tequila and my own drink. That happened probably 7 or 8 times for the night. Just before the bar closes I ask him for all the change I’ve given back to him and get two smirnoff ice (bad choice, I don’t even drink smirnoff). We leave and go to get something to eat before heading for our session. Long story short we stop for some chinese food, I bite into a spring roll and proceed to start yakking in the car (never messy, because I’m a neat drunk…plus it was a rental). I threw up the whole way home, could barely make it to the front door. Threw up ALL day, I don’t even think I ate anything so I was throwing up NOTHING, which is even worse. He didn’t talk to me the whole day. And till this day he still bothers me about the “best $#x” he’s never had!
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You know you a drunk when…
At the end show the routine
1.You go to the bathroom in the dark and cant find the door on the way out
2.When you at your bf house and come out of the bathroom and forget which room is his and you start making out with his roommate
3.If you know what carlorossi, erk and jerk, boilermakers, md 20/20,old e, liquid crack aka cristo,
4.Before you drink something you check the proof
5.You judge people by how much alc they can drink
6.You literally hate girls that drink coolers (its like drink water h*e)
7.You place an aspririn and tall glass of water on your night stand before you even go out.
8.You tried everclear at least once(this sh*t put me in a coma for at least a week)
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Slim Jackson Reply:
November 5th, 2009 at 12:03 pm
“2.When you at your bf house and come out of the bathroom and forget which room is his and you start making out with his roommate”
That’s grounds for a crime scene.lol.
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