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Booze Blackouts?

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bresker said:
It's a pethidine whistle. Pethidine is an opiate. They give them to footballers to suck on when they have a bad injury. You inhale the drug.
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I swear by this shit when your in pain. Ambo's gave it to me after a basketball injury, spent the ride to the hospital cracking onto a cute medic.

On topic, never blacked out, never had no memory of chunks of time etc. Drink excessive amounts at times but my brain wont switch off.

Just a tip though, don't mix spirits all night and then finish off with chartruse and absynth at home.... I may not have forgotten anything, but I sure as hell drempt up a whole bunch of new shit that never happened.
 
CrazyQ said:
Yeah, I black out regularly. I must say though, it's fun 90% of the time, until shit happens.

I'll tell you a little story which freaked me out.

I went out 2 weeks ago and was having a ball. I started drinking goon because I couldn't be ****ed going down and getting a bottle of spirit. So after drinking nearly half the goon bag, we head out.

You know the usual, bar hoppin, then a club etc etc. I met this Italian chick and she offered me a joint to share. Sweet. After this and shitloads of beers, spirits, shots and half a goon bag, I cant remember what happened.

My mates tell me I picked up a chick and went to her house and that's the last they saw of me.

Now I'm a city boy, Melbourne, I've never been to country Vic, but I woke up there (shepp) at her house with no clothes on and lost everything I had.

I made her drive me home. She now harrasses me on FB.

Help.
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Beer then grass, you're on your ass.

Grass then beer, you're in the clear.
 

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BigBadCam said:
When I was at uni I used to hide goon bags or bottles of whiskey in the bushes ner clubs, go out with $25, spend $15 or so at a happy hour then chuck in for a cab home. Now I average about $200 whenever I go out. Not healthy on the bank balance either.
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Haha trusty fruity lexia. Indeed would have saved me a lot of money over the last couple years.

And I'll be trying to mirror your performance of only spending $20-30 over the next few weeks. Until I can get some decent shifts!

And Crazy, :thumbsu:
 
Generally don't have blackouts but on one occasion I tried to have a threesome with a lesbian friend of mine and her partner (my friend was hot, her partner was not) I'm normally a fairly reserved type of guy but apparently I was pretty persistent and trying all sorts of things to get it happening. Lost a few hours that night.
 
Is anybody here the complete opposite when smashed as opposed to sober?

Im probably the most placcid, laid back guy of my group when sober, still pretty outgoing dont get me wrong but not aggressive in the slightest.

When im drunk, i am, by my own admission, a complete and utter d***head.:o

Starting fights in clubs, getting lost, walking home, losing/smashing phones, all part of it and im seriously considering why i do it and if it really is worth it.
 
Yes, I am very different when i'm drunk, that's why i drink to get drunk. I have just moved in on my own and last Tuesday after having dinner (and a glass of wine) i came home and proceded to finish off another bottle... by myself:o

Never considered myself for someone who would drink alone but i guess that's because i've never lived on my own before.

I had a huge weekend, which started last thursday night, i was probably in bed by 2am (generous estimate). I do not remember going to bed. Friday night went to a dinner party, once again, i do not remember going to bed. Saturday started off drinking beers at the football and ended up at some club. My friend was sober enough to inform me that we got to bed around 5am.

Sunday was a complete write off and Monday i still felt like shit. Monday i had an appointment with my chinese doctor and asked her to put needles in meridian points which would curb my drinking habits. She laughed and gave me 3 rules to follow

1. Don't drink alone
2. Don't drink when you're tired
3. Only drink when you're happy

I like those rules and they seem pretty easy to follow. I'm staring at the 2 lovely red wine bottles on my bench resisting the temptation. I will resist though because i don't want to become an alcoholic.
 
I rarely drink alone, only a couple if i know im going out just to get me started.

The 'only drink when you're happy' rule is pretty good actually, makes sense. But try telling my brain that when i get home from a s*** day at work and beer is my only friend haha.
 
Got a few stories about this, great thread by the way some of the stuff is mental what happened to lads.

Start off with my 18th, I was never a drinker throughout high school but on leavers i got into it pretty well but I never got out of hand. Anyway, my 18th. Starts at about 730 at my place, I just thought I'd have a few before people got there as some people came earlier. Had about 6 or so beers before it hit 730, I was decently happy. Anyway for the next 1hr or so I pounded back about another 14-15 beers and then someone made me mi goreng....threw that up on my own bed and blacked out. at 9pm on my own 18th. Anyway next year I took it easy but my 20th came along. Smashed back drinks but i managed to stay until about 11pm before I blacked out. I woke up with my door knob broken, my flyscreen window taken out and migoreng around me. All I said was "not again". Actually a funny incident through the night was I had chocolate for some reason which I don't even like really, and i spilt it on me and my mates missus bought a girl along for me to meet and i was like a drunk idiot covered in chocolate.

Got many more which I'll prob say later on when I remember more but I will say a mates one last week. At his bucks, starting at 5pm, since I am one of the groomsmen I set it all up and made a rule you gotta have a shot and funnel at the door on entry. Most of us did it, the others i dont really give a shit - more for me. Anyway I had like 3 beers, a funnel and 2 shots in 30 minutes and I was perfectly fine (im a big lad) and i remember the buck said "slow it down" and I said yeah fair enough. Turns out to be the silliest call of the night. We got a barmaid (fully nude) serving us drinks, and the buck was hitting it really hard sculling back jacks n coke, having sambuca shots, jager bombs, beers etc. He was trying to get with the barmaid which we found typical of him :o Anyway it was about 8pm when he stripped down to his jocks and yeah we just had a laugh. I told him to slow down and he punched me in the face and then the barmaid told him to stop before he grabbed her....yeah...not ass....not ****....you got it. She didnt care too much. Anyway his jocks were half off and he was passing out on me so we had to carry him to bed, and on the way he punched another mate before we got him down finally. He isn't a very good drinker these days and it proved it by passing out at 8.15 on your own bucks night.

I had to be the buck for the strip show, which involved a carrot. Anyway next day i ring my mate and say how you pull up and he just said "why was there a knife in the orange juice and why is there a carrot next to my bed" He didn't remember a thing at all.
 
I once lost 21 hours. Me and a mate of mine were at this party in Box Hill, and some time early in the night, because we'd had a big day at the local footy and the party was shit we decided to walk home, not before stealing a bag of goon each for the walk home.

Both of us wake up in the loungeroom of his aunt's place, cuddling buckets, lying on top of what appeared to be a dropsheet, not the next afternoon but the next night. Apparently from what we've managed to piece together, we'd walked home met up with one of his neighbours, did our best to charm his very hot housemate, hung around and drank a fair bit from all reports, then left and managed to hike to Wantirna somehow just in time for his cousin's 4th birthday where we'd continued to drink before deciding that the best thing we could do is go nuts on the bouncy castle, defiling it horribly. Before passing out in his aunt's loungeroom.
 
Couple of stories, nothing that can really compare with some of the tales in this thread though!

This isn't really a blackout story, but it's a spew and pass out story. In year 12, a bunch of us were drinking at this bloke's place, who I knew and went to school with but didn't know well, if you know what I mean. Anyway, we drink, head out into a nearby park, drink some more, head back, somebody puts on Clockwork Orange, drink some more, before somebody pulls out a bottle of Absinthe. I'd never had it before, and was already plastered. Half a shot, and suddenly I don't feel so good. I lie down on a bed, hearing Clockwork Orange playing vaguely in the background, for what seemed like 5 minutes but was probably more like an hour. And then the lurch. I get up, stumble out the door, chuck my guts on the floor outside, walk through it, get into the bathroom, and worship the porcelain god for a good hour or two. Eventually I'm helped into the spare bed and pass out.

At one point in the morning, I wake up to see his mum (year 12, remember) peering into the room. I wave a groggy hello, before she returns to whatever she was doing outside in the hall. I fall asleep again. It wasn't until I woke up properly that I remembered what had happened, and realised that his mum had actually been in the middle of cleaning up my vomit when I cheerily waved to her. Not only that, but I was later informed that while in the bathroom, I had not only managed to get vomit all over the toilet, but also on the walls and ceiling. How I managed that I have no idea, but his mum had to get a mop. That was a fantastic way to introduce myself to the family, I must say.

Second story is a genuine blackout. Mate's 18th, got there late (9-ish), hadn't eaten anything, and I didn't know many of his friends all that well (we were from different circles, but had been friends since childhood, his mother was my godmother and vice versa). Equipped with nothing more than a bottle of Smirnoff Red, I was confronted with lots of drunk people I didn't know. So of course, I proceeded to get drunk as quickly as possible. In an hour or so I had polished the bottle off, and the last thing I remember was, half an hour later while my mate was giving his speech, being at the front of a massive crowd screaming my head off as I cheered him, before stumbling out to the front of his house and collapsing on the nature strip.

I woke up the next morning, I think about 9.30 or 10, in my mate's spare bed, in just my undies, my jeans and t-shirt on the floor. My first reaction was "what a great night", how I usually feel when waking up from that alcohol-induced sleep that tells me I had a big one. And then I remembered lying on the nature strip. Well, that wasn't so bad, right? Then I noticed my jacket was missing. Hmmm. I get up (feeling fine, by the way), and walk out to the kitchen, to be greeted by my mate, his sister, his sister's boyfriend, and the parents, one of whom as I said before is my godmother. Nobody says a thing, but they're looking at me with just that half-smile that lets me know they know something I don't.

As it turns out, the cops came and stepped over my unconscious body (at the insistence of my mate's dad, who was looking after me), my godmother called my mum, who came over, I threw up on my mate's sister's boyfriend and one of his mates as they carried me inside (neither of whom minded, they seemed to think it was hilarious), and was put into the bathtub where I had a lengthy and irritable conversation with my mum as she tried to chide me (honestly, why she bothered I'll never know). I was ably looked after by my mate's sister's (VERY hot) friends (I totes would have been in if I could talk, think or move, and wasn't covered in spew), and had many photos taken of me which I unfortunately no longer have. :(

But, now I don't drink as much. Ever since I got glandular fever I haven't been able to stomach as much alcohol, nor felt the need or desire to try. I still get drunk occasionally, but rarely to that point. And that story above is the only time I have ever truly blacked out.
 
bloodstainedangel5 said:
Couple of stories, nothing that can really compare with some of the tales in this thread though!

This isn't really a blackout story, but it's a spew and pass out story. In year 12, a bunch of us were drinking at this bloke's place, who I knew and went to school with but didn't know well, if you know what I mean. Anyway, we drink, head out into a nearby park, drink some more, head back, somebody puts on Clockwork Orange, drink some more, before somebody pulls out a bottle of Absinthe. I'd never had it before, and was already plastered. Half a shot, and suddenly I don't feel so good. I lie down on a bed, hearing Clockwork Orange playing vaguely in the background, for what seemed like 5 minutes but was probably more like an hour. And then the lurch. I get up, stumble out the door, chuck my guts on the floor outside, walk through it, get into the bathroom, and worship the porcelain god for a good hour or two. Eventually I'm helped into the spare bed and pass out.

At one point in the morning, I wake up to see his mum (year 12, remember) peering into the room. I wave a groggy hello, before she returns to whatever she was doing outside in the hall. I fall asleep again. It wasn't until I woke up properly that I remembered what had happened, and realised that his mum had actually been in the middle of cleaning up my vomit when I cheerily waved to her. Not only that, but I was later informed that while in the bathroom, I had not only managed to get vomit all over the toilet, but also on the walls and ceiling. How I managed that I have no idea, but his mum had to get a mop. That was a fantastic way to introduce myself to the family, I must say.

Second story is a genuine blackout. Mate's 18th, got there late (9-ish), hadn't eaten anything, and I didn't know many of his friends all that well (we were from different circles, but had been friends since childhood, his mother was my godmother and vice versa). Equipped with nothing more than a bottle of Smirnoff Red, I was confronted with lots of drunk people I didn't know. So of course, I proceeded to get drunk as quickly as possible. In an hour or so I had polished the bottle off, and the last thing I remember was, half an hour later while my mate was giving his speech, being at the front of a massive crowd screaming my head off as I cheered him, before stumbling out to the front of his house and collapsing on the nature strip.

I woke up the next morning, I think about 9.30 or 10, in my mate's spare bed, in just my undies, my jeans and t-shirt on the floor. My first reaction was "what a great night", how I usually feel when waking up from that alcohol-induced sleep that tells me I had a big one. And then I remembered lying on the nature strip. Well, that wasn't so bad, right? Then I noticed my jacket was missing. Hmmm. I get up (feeling fine, by the way), and walk out to the kitchen, to be greeted by my mate, his sister, his sister's boyfriend, and the parents, one of whom as I said before is my godmother. Nobody says a thing, but they're looking at me with just that half-smile that lets me know they know something I don't.

As it turns out, the cops came and stepped over my unconscious body (at the insistence of my mate's dad, who was looking after me), my godmother called my mum, who came over, I threw up on my mate's sister's boyfriend and one of his mates as they carried me inside (neither of whom minded, they seemed to think it was hilarious), and was put into the bathtub where I had a lengthy and irritable conversation with my mum as she tried to chide me (honestly, why she bothered I'll never know). I was ably looked after by my mate's sister's (VERY hot) friends (I totes would have been in if I could talk, think or move, and wasn't covered in spew), and had many photos taken of me which I unfortunately no longer have. :(

But, now I don't drink as much. Ever since I got glandular fever I haven't been able to stomach as much alcohol, nor felt the need or desire to try. I still get drunk occasionally, but rarely to that point. And that story above is the only time I have ever truly blacked out.
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Soft. I want the few minutes it took me to read that of my life back please. Not even worth writing down. I've got some absolute rip snorters of stories from recent months, but even on an anonymous forum, I will not tell them.
 

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Many years ago I was in Malia on Crete, we were staying 30kms from the main drag where all the partying was..long story short, off my guts and somehow rode a scooter 30kms back to the hotel with my mate on the back. When I woke the next day I had no idea how I got home, but the scooter was there. My last memory was trying to pick up some Irish girl but she was having none of it.
 
BigBadCam said:
Soft. I want the few minutes it took me to read that of my life back please. Not even worth writing down. I've got some absolute rip snorters of stories from recent months, but even on an anonymous forum, I will not tell them.
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Man I respect you so much. How can I be more like you?

Oh wait - I'll OD on sleeping pills (or at least pretend to) and then post about it on a football forum...:o:thumbsu:
 
DidakDelight said:
Many years ago I was in Malia on Crete, we were staying 30kms from the main drag where all the partying was..long story short, off my guts and somehow rode a scooter 30kms back to the hotel with my mate on the back. When I woke the next day I had no idea how I got home, but the scooter was there. My last memory was trying to pick up some Irish girl but she was having none of it.
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Beer Scooter......you're doing it wrong! :eek::D
 
choco123 said:
20???

You are my idol
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I'm not proud of drinking a shitload of piss, and '20' is an understatement. I wish I never did. So much money wasted, and so much health gone to the dogs. I wish I could have all my time, health and money back. Drinking has got me nothing but a few drink driving charges, a pathetic bank balance, ill health and shame. Nothing cool about being a ****ing boozer. I have some shocking stories, which I am not proud of in the slightest. I know the old saying goes that an intelligent man makes mistakes and learns from them, whilst a dim one keeps making them over and over again. For me, a man with limited intelligence, I'm glad that I have finally started to learn from my mistakes. I really do wish that I had listened to people who tried to tell me from the start, but I guess when it comes to this sort of thing it really has to hit you where it hurts before you start to wake up and smell the breeze.
 
That's a fairly radical change of tune from the last few pages where you deride other people for being soft and seemingly talk up (and I would argue glorify) your own drinking abilities...

I smell attention seeking...:o
 

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BigBadCam said:
Soft. I want the few minutes it took me to read that of my life back please. Not even worth writing down. I've got some absolute rip snorters of stories from recent months, but even on an anonymous forum, I will not tell them.
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Change the names and locations and tell them or they never happened.
 
Yeah ive got one.

Went to a birds 18th. Free drinks all night.

Anyway by about 10pm i would have sunk 10-12 beers.

I had a miny black out (short term memory shot, then reagained my sense of thinking. Like an idiot as it was free drinks i kept on drinking.

Now this is where this **** gets weird.

I can remember snipets of the night, maybe at 30 mins intervals.

I wake up the next morning.

-My hat is gone
-My phone is gone
-I have a gold chain with a gold cross on it worth a shitload. The chain is missing and the cross is in my pocket.
-My house keys are underneath my bed
-I have absolutely no idea how i got home

Anyway i my dad gets a call saying someone has found my phone in an alleyway. My chain is safe in the girls house.

Now not that that isnt weird enough. My mates were stressing over where i was and apparently i was talking to them outside my house (about 5 km from the party) at about 2am.

So i ask you

-How did my phone end up in an alleyway 5km from my house when i was already home.
-How did i get home
-How did i have my cross without my chain.

Some weird **** right there
 
hahah booze black outs hahha my favorite hahah one second your here the next second your there and you have no idea of how why when who or what happened hahaha. well that's what i get for drinking goon hahahah, one night was at a mates place down in the west about 10km from where i live i have no memory of walking home but the boys said i walked from a-b but no memory of it hahhaa surprised i didn't die on the walk AHHAH!
 
Had one last Saturday

I remember getting about 3 qtrs down a bottle of vodka untill then suddenly flashbacks start playing, According to my mates

-Did a Renouf and jumped on some car
-Started shouting the lyrics to Hollowback girl by Gwen Stefani down a street, they might be disowning me for knowing the song off by heart
-Concussing myself naked in my mates shower
-Throwing up on my my mates laundry pile

Ah Disgraceful Behaviour, but still funny as anything
 
delirious1 said:
Had one last Saturday

I remember getting about 3 qtrs down a bottle of vodka untill then suddenly flashbacks start playing, According to my mates

-Did a Renouf and jumped on some car
-Started shouting the lyrics to Hollowback girl by Gwen Stefani down a street, they might be disowning me for knowing the song off by heart
-Concussing myself naked in my mates shower
-Throwing up on my my mates laundry pile

Ah Disgraceful Behaviour, but still funny as anything
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This shit is bananas....
 

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