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I went to New Orleans for my sister's graduation. We hit the Quarter the night before and got completely wasted. I was using Hurricanes as chasers for my whiskey. Then before we headed back my sister's boyfriend tells me about this bar that has real absinthe. Everything else was like something out of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
I wake up in a pitch black room in a bed and breakfast. The room is spinning and I can't find the lightswitch or the door. I threw up all over the wall, and when I did finally find the door I left a trail of blood-red vomit all the way down the light beige carpeted hallway to the white tile bathroom. That bathroom looked like I killed someone with a chainsaw in it.
The worst part though was the next day. The graduation was outside. New Orleans is hot at night in february...so during the day in freakin MAY when hungover as all hell really sucked.
Since then, I've been drunk plenty, but my birthday a couple years ago was pretty bad. We were playing a show (and a battle of the bands at that) so I tried not to get too drunk before we went on stage. I had a couple Jager shots and a couple beers before we went on. While we played, people kept buying me shots. I was pretty drunk by the time we finished our set. After we got off stage, I couldn't turn around without somebody handing me a shot of Jager. ...except the one guy who handed me a shot of Jack. (I really think that was the problem. A redneck in a room full of Germans) Next thing I know I'm lying in a pool of vomit in the Breakers parking lot. Good times! haha
I wake up in a pitch black room in a bed and breakfast. The room is spinning and I can't find the lightswitch or the door. I threw up all over the wall, and when I did finally find the door I left a trail of blood-red vomit all the way down the light beige carpeted hallway to the white tile bathroom. That bathroom looked like I killed someone with a chainsaw in it.
The worst part though was the next day. The graduation was outside. New Orleans is hot at night in february...so during the day in freakin MAY when hungover as all hell really sucked.
Since then, I've been drunk plenty, but my birthday a couple years ago was pretty bad. We were playing a show (and a battle of the bands at that) so I tried not to get too drunk before we went on stage. I had a couple Jager shots and a couple beers before we went on. While we played, people kept buying me shots. I was pretty drunk by the time we finished our set. After we got off stage, I couldn't turn around without somebody handing me a shot of Jager. ...except the one guy who handed me a shot of Jack. (I really think that was the problem. A redneck in a room full of Germans) Next thing I know I'm lying in a pool of vomit in the Breakers parking lot. Good times! haha
Let the joyous celebrations of Hell begin!
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I'm almost too hungover to type this. But here's the fallout from day one of Dragon*Con:
strange bruises - check
room smells like the Earl - check
so do I - check
iPhone full of random notes, room numbers and phone numbers, none of which make any sense - check
hazy recollection of a paramedic taking my blood pressure - check
topiary in my hair - check
This morning the husband said, "Well, that was epic." We're going to sort the rest out after some hair of the dog because the coffee ain't helping.
Just want y'all to know I'm down here making you proud.
strange bruises - check
room smells like the Earl - check
so do I - check
iPhone full of random notes, room numbers and phone numbers, none of which make any sense - check
hazy recollection of a paramedic taking my blood pressure - check
topiary in my hair - check
This morning the husband said, "Well, that was epic." We're going to sort the rest out after some hair of the dog because the coffee ain't helping.
Just want y'all to know I'm down here making you proud.
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@Diana - haha awesome! sounds like you had a great time!
On Saturday night, I was with my dad and godfather for my godfather's brithday. My dad had been drinking all day and I didn't realize how drunk he actually was because he wasn't slurring that bad and could still walk. Well, I leave the deck for a few minutes for something inside and when I came back out, my dad was puking his guts out over the rail of the deck! Man, it was like a waterfall! It just kept on coming! My godfather was all like "Man, you puked up all your dinner! There's no more food at the house!"
On Saturday night, I was with my dad and godfather for my godfather's brithday. My dad had been drinking all day and I didn't realize how drunk he actually was because he wasn't slurring that bad and could still walk. Well, I leave the deck for a few minutes for something inside and when I came back out, my dad was puking his guts out over the rail of the deck! Man, it was like a waterfall! It just kept on coming! My godfather was all like "Man, you puked up all your dinner! There's no more food at the house!"

They had you do a drug test and the forgot to test for drugs???
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this thread is kinda old but I have a new story worth telling...
Me and some friends got together the night before Christmas eve and had a party. I got wasted and somehow managed to get from Pleasantdale Rd, where the party was, all the way up to Holcomb Bridge Rd in Roswell, and yes, I hate to admit I was the only one in the car. I don't remember any of it and I have no fuckin idea why I went all the way up 400...I live no where near there! I guess I was joyriding. I vaguely remember getting lost in some neighborhood. Eventually, I parked my car on a dead end street surrounded by huge ass mansions and then passed out for about 3 hours. I wake up because I'm freezing my ass off. I get out of the car and puke all over the street and realize I have no clue where I am. I go to one of the mansions and knock on the door, a middle aged British white dude answers the door and is like wtf? I tell him I'm drunk, lost, and I can't drive home like that. He says I'll call you a cab and shuts the door. A few minutes later he lets me in his mansion to 'wait for the cab' so I can stay warm. I think he wound up letting me in because I remember clawing at his doorknob since I was so cold. The Roswell cops show up (yeah, wasn't a cab lol!). I realized where I was when I saw Roswell Police written on the cars. The cops couldn't charge me with anything because I was in this dude's house...no public intox or dui. My keys were hooked on my purse. The cops called a tow truck and had it towed to a Holiday Inn so I could sleep it off. I still can't believe I didn't hit anything or anyone. Oh, and did I mention I blew a .147 at 6am? Jesus I think that last time I was that loaded was when I puked at the marta station after a Megadeth show about 3 years ago.
Me and some friends got together the night before Christmas eve and had a party. I got wasted and somehow managed to get from Pleasantdale Rd, where the party was, all the way up to Holcomb Bridge Rd in Roswell, and yes, I hate to admit I was the only one in the car. I don't remember any of it and I have no fuckin idea why I went all the way up 400...I live no where near there! I guess I was joyriding. I vaguely remember getting lost in some neighborhood. Eventually, I parked my car on a dead end street surrounded by huge ass mansions and then passed out for about 3 hours. I wake up because I'm freezing my ass off. I get out of the car and puke all over the street and realize I have no clue where I am. I go to one of the mansions and knock on the door, a middle aged British white dude answers the door and is like wtf? I tell him I'm drunk, lost, and I can't drive home like that. He says I'll call you a cab and shuts the door. A few minutes later he lets me in his mansion to 'wait for the cab' so I can stay warm. I think he wound up letting me in because I remember clawing at his doorknob since I was so cold. The Roswell cops show up (yeah, wasn't a cab lol!). I realized where I was when I saw Roswell Police written on the cars. The cops couldn't charge me with anything because I was in this dude's house...no public intox or dui. My keys were hooked on my purse. The cops called a tow truck and had it towed to a Holiday Inn so I could sleep it off. I still can't believe I didn't hit anything or anyone. Oh, and did I mention I blew a .147 at 6am? Jesus I think that last time I was that loaded was when I puked at the marta station after a Megadeth show about 3 years ago.

They had you do a drug test and the forgot to test for drugs???
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OMFG. What did Daniel say to you?Metalfreak wrote:this thread is kinda old but I have a new story worth telling...
Me and some friends got together the night before Christmas eve and had a party. I got wasted and somehow managed to get from Pleasantdale Rd, where the party was, all the way up to Holcomb Bridge Rd in Roswell, and yes, I hate to admit I was the only one in the car. I don't remember any of it and I have no fuckin idea why I went all the way up 400...I live no where near there! I guess I was joyriding. I vaguely remember getting lost in some neighborhood. Eventually, I parked my car on a dead end street surrounded by huge ass mansions and then passed out for about 3 hours. I wake up because I'm freezing my ass off. I get out of the car and puke all over the street and realize I have no clue where I am. I go to one of the mansions and knock on the door, a middle aged British white dude answers the door and is like wtf? I tell him I'm drunk, lost, and I can't drive home like that. He says I'll call you a cab and shuts the door. A few minutes later he lets me in his mansion to 'wait for the cab' so I can stay warm. I think he wound up letting me in because I remember clawing at his doorknob since I was so cold. The Roswell cops show up (yeah, wasn't a cab lol!). I realized where I was when I saw Roswell Police written on the cars. The cops couldn't charge me with anything because I was in this dude's house...no public intox or dui. My keys were hooked on my purse. The cops called a tow truck and had it towed to a Holiday Inn so I could sleep it off. I still can't believe I didn't hit anything or anyone. Oh, and did I mention I blew a .147 at 6am? Jesus I think that last time I was that loaded was when I puked at the marta station after a Megadeth show about 3 years ago.
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Yeah, yeah, drunk driving is bad we all know that. But, if you are going to pull some shit like that, way to do it with style. I'm mad impressed.
What a fuckhead to call the pigs on you when you were obviously trying not to drive drunk. I'm stunned that Roswell didn't find some way to string you up on a DUI.
Yeah, yeah, drunk driving is bad we all know that. But, if you are going to pull some shit like that, way to do it with style. I'm mad impressed.
What a fuckhead to call the pigs on you when you were obviously trying not to drive drunk. I'm stunned that Roswell didn't find some way to string you up on a DUI.
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