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Booze Blackouts?

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just had a quick read through most of these, whats with all these blokes drinking vodka? and vodka shots? WTF???, sounding like an old man here but back in my day, vodka was a girls drink....
 
I have a pretty good one:

For my best mates 18th a big group of us went down to Byron for the weekend and we stayed at a caravan park. First night got kinda drunk but was pretty boring night.

2nd night however was epic

This is what i remember- the group was passing around a bottle of smirnoff black and we were doing shots. i think i did about 6, mouth tasted like shit.

after that i was chilling with a couple who r good mates and we found a sack of goon just sitting next to a car, so we downed that and then had another 4 cans of udl.

met some pommy backpackers who were staying there and had a couple more shots of smirnoff with them and chilled in their tent with them. then the pommy guy wants to show us his car so we hop inside and blast the music, by now it is 2am.

stupidly he starts driving us through the caravan park down to the exit and then we proceed to trek the 5kms to the beach, abo****ely plastered.

we chill at the beach - freezing cold and proceed to play some i've never, using a bottle of heaps of mixed shit- no idea exactly what was in it. about an hour later the pommy backpacker and a chick he has picked up look like they want some privacy so me and my two mates begin to walk back, im holding on to my mate and as we r walking down stairs that lead from the beach i fall over, dragging her down in the process. somehow all three of us, in pitch black make it back to the park, including walking over a bridge that was probs 10 m above water. we then go to our tent and chill in there for about half an hour.

3:30 am and i need to take a leak, so i excuse myself, stumble out of the tent, and head for the bushes. i start to piss....

the next thing i know im woken up by my girl mate, she asks me what im doing, i said im sleeping go away, then she says why the F*ck are you sleeping in the bushes. she then helps me up and to the tent, i fall over bout 3 times in the process. stumble into our tent and pass out again.

i woke up 4 hours later and we had to pack up and drive back to the coast. i didnt drive thank god cause i think i was still drunk till at least 4 that afternoon.
 
I only have one Blackout story that's worth telling (and since it'll put off some paperwork for a bit i'll tell it now).

I was fortunate enough to wind up in Cuba for my 20th birthday way back, one of those all inclusive packages. Booze, accomodation, food and flights. Great little bundle.

I was studying in North America at the time and became friends with the other internationals. Two english lads, an aussie who lived down the road from me whom I had never met untill I went abroad, a german girl and a english girl.

I'm first to admit i'm not the hardest drinker going around, i'm usually more than happy to sink a six-pack and crawl into bed drunk but with no chance of a hang over. But this place had free drinks.

Rum, beer and vodka was the selction. All home brand quality stuff but it did the job. Did I mention it was free? For the first few days at the resort we were pretty tame, we had planned for my birthday to be the big night. We befriended a lovely canadian couple. The bloke was a trucker, big as a house and as nice as they come. Hardcore though, told us stories of having to run hi-jackers down in mexico on runs. While they may have just been stories it's still something to hear.

Anyway this trucker convinces us to get a head start on my birthday so the day before my birth memorial the gang buys me some cuban cigars from a bartender (turned out they were banana leaves) but being dumb kids we didn't know any better and sucked them down saying how much better they were than normal cigars.

We're drinking at a steady pace the entire day lounging in the pool waiting for it to get dark so we can start some shenanigans. It hits about 7pm and I've had a lot of drinks. (They were free). I've had a crack at two french girls with mixed results and the day is going great. The trucker calls me and the group over and says he's organised a gift. His 'gift' was 20 shots of rum. (They were free but that's besides the point) With the encouragement of my friends, the trucker and about 30 strangers I start to plow through them.

I remember doing six.

The details that follow are the result of an investigation that would put Poirot to shame. The english girl was a teetotaller so she was a handy little supervisor/ record keeper.

It seems that after I blacked out I continued on into the 20 shots reaching around 16 before the trucker realised I was on a different planet and switched the last couple for water.
I'm told I then went onto...

Munch on the ponytail of said truckers wife, claiming it to be 'fairy floss'.

Engage in a very public display of 'affection' with one of the French girls I had chatted to early on. On a beach chair. In a display pond.

Offer to buy strangers free drinks.

Smoke a blunt with a local on the beach (a lifetime jail sentence if caught there)

Scream at the DJ asking him to play Rage against the machine. When he then put on Ricky Martin I apparently said "this is their best track" and danced like a madman.

Start 'Aussie chat' with my equally drunk neighbour. Which consisted of incoherant mumblings about Vegemite and Tony Locket.

And so on and so forth.

I was then carried into my room at about 4am by the english lads, cleaned up and when they tried to convince me to have a 'tactical' I responded by trying to put my finger down my throat. Poking myself in the eye. Only to then ask them to do it.

I woke up around 7am. Feeling amazing.

No headache, bad stomach, nothing. Just hungry. I was amazed and went out to the food hall to meet up with my cohorts to brag about my miracle.

I find out i've been asleep for an entire day, I'm told I woke up only once on my birthday and much to the bemusement of my unlucky roomate asked him where the toilet was, went in and destroyed the place only to crawl back into bed.

And that is the story of how I missed my birthday in Cuba.

Also I think it's important that people know the drinks were free.
 
The big ROObowski said:
I only have one Blackout story that's worth telling (and since it'll put off some paperwork for a bit i'll tell it now).

I was fortunate enough to wind up in Cuba for my 20th birthday way back, one of those all inclusive packages. Booze, accomodation, food and flights. Great little bundle.

I was studying in North America at the time and became friends with the other internationals. Two english lads, an aussie who lived down the road from me whom I had never met untill I went abroad, a german girl and a english girl.

I'm first to admit i'm not the hardest drinker going around, i'm usually more than happy to sink a six-pack and crawl into bed drunk but with no chance of a hang over. But this place had free drinks.

Rum, beer and vodka was the selction. All home brand quality stuff but it did the job. Did I mention it was free? For the first few days at the resort we were pretty tame, we had planned for my birthday to be the big night. We befriended a lovely canadian couple. The bloke was a trucker, big as a house and as nice as they come. Hardcore though, told us stories of having to run hi-jackers down in mexico on runs. While they may have just been stories it's still something to hear.

Anyway this trucker convinces us to get a head start on my birthday so the day before my birth memorial the gang buys me some cuban cigars from a bartender (turned out they were banana leaves) but being dumb kids we didn't know any better and sucked them down saying how much better they were than normal cigars.

We're drinking at a steady pace the entire day lounging in the pool waiting for it to get dark so we can start some shenanigans. It hits about 7pm and I've had a lot of drinks. (They were free). I've had a crack at two french girls with mixed results and the day is going great. The trucker calls me and the group over and says he's organised a gift. His 'gift' was 20 shots of rum. (They were free but that's besides the point) With the encouragement of my friends, the trucker and about 30 strangers I start to plow through them.

I remember doing six.

The details that follow are the result of an investigation that would put Poirot to shame. The english girl was a teetotaller so she was a handy little supervisor/ record keeper.

It seems that after I blacked out I continued on into the 20 shots reaching around 16 before the trucker realised I was on a different planet and switched the last couple for water.
I'm told I then went onto...

Munch on the ponytail of said truckers wife, claiming it to be 'fairy floss'.

Engage in a very public display of 'affection' with one of the French girls I had chatted to early on. On a beach chair. In a display pond.

Offer to buy strangers free drinks.

Smoke a blunt with a local on the beach (a lifetime jail sentence if caught there)

Scream at the DJ asking him to play Rage against the machine. When he then put on Ricky Martin I apparently said "this is their best track" and danced like a madman.

Start 'Aussie chat' with my equally drunk neighbour. Which consisted of incoherant mumblings about Vegemite and Tony Locket.

And so on and so forth.

I was then carried into my room at about 4am by the english lads, cleaned up and when they tried to convince me to have a 'tactical' I responded by trying to put my finger down my throat. Poking myself in the eye. Only to then ask them to do it.

I woke up around 7am. Feeling amazing.

No headache, bad stomach, nothing. Just hungry. I was amazed and went out to the food hall to meet up with my cohorts to brag about my miracle.

I find out i've been asleep for an entire day, I'm told I woke up only once on my birthday and much to the bemusement of my unlucky roomate asked him where the toilet was, went in and destroyed the place only to crawl back into bed.

And that is the story of how I missed my birthday in Cuba.

Also I think it's important that people know the drinks were free.
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I lol'd.
 

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The big ROObowski said:
I was then carried into my room at about 4am by the english lads, cleaned up and when they tried to convince me to have a 'tactical' I responded by trying to put my finger down my throat. Poking myself in the eye. Only to then ask them to do it.
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:D:thumbsu:
 
How not to get the woman of your desires.

My new GF Debbie dumped me last week. I was quite upset about this for a few moments.


I have been drinking this new drink I had discovered, Whiskey Mac. You get a bottle of cheap ginger wine and mix it half and half with whiskey (or whisky.)

As Debbie's brother Ken said, 'Back in the 1970s that's what tramps drank to keep warm and blot out the misery.'

It is rocket fuel. So on Saturday night Debbie invited me to a party at her brother Rab's house in Conlig. So I brought the ingredients for the whiskey mac. I was a bit nervous about all the new people so I poured a small one and drank it quick...then a larger one and drank it quick...then a very large one drunk even quicker.

My last memory is staring at Debbie lovingly in the kitchen...after that I have a total blackout till I woke up in my own vomit on the back step next morning.

Debbie tells me I variously:

- Told her I would smash up everything in her brother's house unless she told me she loved me
- Kept grabbing her in the hallway and refusing to let her past
- Stormed into a room and announced that 'No-one must sleep with Debbie but me tonight'
- Was thrown out of the party house and sat outside singing 'I love Debbie, yeah yeah' to a tune of my own device at the top of my voice until a taxi turned up.

She was very annoyed the nnext day, particularly about the 'no-one must sleep with Debbie' bit as she had to face all the people afterwards and because it made her sound like some sort of hussy who would do sex with anyone as soon as my back is turned. And she got really annoyed with her best friend Rachel, who found the incident so amusing she literally wet her pants. The more Debbie got annoyed the more Rachel laughed, apparently.

Well Debbie is back talking to me again and we went for a wee drive last night and she was laughing about the incident. But I don't think she's too fussed on going out with me as a romantic partner until I prove that I'm not like this all the time.

So I might have to clean up my act.
 
I've been kicked out on the eastern freeway twice when i was drunk. Pretty ****ed up place to be booted off. I have never lost my phone or wallet when drunk though.
 

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