The worst hangover...

[Felonious Monk]

What was the occassion? Were you celebrating, or trying to forget your woes? How much of what did did you drink?

For me, it had to be the day after my 21st birthday. A friend brought over a handle of Bourbon and we played quarters till it was competely gone. We followed that up by taking a few flaming Dr. Pepper shots.

After taking a cold shower I felt sober enough to hit the town for the evening. I changed clothes and headed to 6th street. When it was time for me to go home I spent the entire ride with my head out the window.

When we got back my friend gave me the phone so I could drunk dial this girl I had been hanging out with. I was actually throwing up while I was on the phone with her. My buddy dropped me off at her place and I will never forget the shitty grin he had on his face as he did so.

She tried to put me into her roommates bed. I told her if she wasn't going to sleep with me I wanted to go back to my place. So this trooper loads me up in her car and takes me home. Once to my place I tried just about everything and anything to get her to stay. I still can't imagine to this day why she didn't want to hook up that night? Most girls really get into dry heaving.

I ended up passing out on the living room floor. When I came to the next day I had a headache unlike anything I had ever experienced. We had been experiencing some problems with our a/c freezing up so it was hotter than hell. I managed to walk over to the pool but I was too hungover to even lay in it. The motion of the water made me more sick.

There was no escape. I was miserable. I ended up laying on the living room floor near an open window all day. Every now and then someone would come check to make sure I was still alive. I would have welcomed death at the time but lacked the strength to do it myself or talk someone else into it. It actually took me a couple of days to get over it.

THE END.

 

[Sports Junkie]

I am not proud of this, but before, during and after the Redskins playoff win vs the Lions which my buddy and I attended with our wives, I drank more beer and got more obnoxious than I care to remember. We got back to my house thanks to my wife and switched to wine (with dinner, of course!) then more beer when some friends who had also attended the game came by with the cooler still half full. Anyway, I somehow made it through the night w/o throwing up, but the next morning, day, evening and following morning was a different story. I could not keep anything down, including plain water, until Monday morning. The game was on Saturday afternoon! I was so dehydrated I almost thought I was going to have to go to the hospital if I could not stomach any liquid by Monday. I was miserable and of course my wife had zero sympathy for me. My head hurts thinking about it.

 

[JSMOOTH]

The week before my wedding...

The week before my wedding...

My best man rounded up the boys and we headed up to Kent St. It was Halloween weekend, so their were drunks everywhere.

We started at my buddy's house. We were gathered on his front porch when a coupla drunks started shit with us. Longer story short....I layed him out. (this is an important part of the story).

We made our way to a bar called the Library. Everything was going good till I saw a tray full of shots coming my way...then another tray...then another tray. I remeber seeing one friend duck his head under our table to puke.

Knowing that I had to puke, I left the dance floor and went to mens room, alone. Upon my arrival, people took one look at me and said..."give this guy some room".

After puking more than I ever have in my life, I went outside for some fresh air. Now, keep in mind that the cops are out in full force as Kent throws a pretty good Halloween party. So, I sit down beside a tree outside the bar...everything was spinning...I look up and see 3 cops pointing at me and I heard..."let's get him".

I'm off and running.......how far or long I ran, I don't know, but the next thing I knew was a female cop...very out of breath...asking me if I had guns, needles or drugs on me. I replied no to all the answers and she then asked..."then why did you run?" I replied..."because you were chasing me".

Off to jail I go, my friends have no idea where I am, and I tell my "chauffeur" that "I gotta puke". He screams at me that I better not do it in his car. I get booked and thrown into a cell with about 10 other drunken Halloweeners.

At some time during the foot chase, I lost my shirt. Where and why, I don't know...but I'm freezing in the cell. I had to puke again and said "Wheres the toilet?"....after my cell mates pointed it out, I told them that I couldn't make it that far. Well...they helped me get there.

4 hours later, still freezing, I spotted the bed. I made my way over to it, crawled in and covered up. Well, you guessed it...it was already occupied and he didn't take too kindly to me climbing in. Luckily, a cop came and told me that my parents were there to get me. Apparantly, in my stupor, I gave the cops my home phone number and they called my folks. The look on my mom's face when I appeared coming out of my cell without a shirt was priceless.

By now, it's 4 in the morning....my friends have all returned to the house only to find that every window had been broken by the guy that I layed out earlier in the night.

When I got home and crawled into bed with my fiancee....she asked what I was doing home when I was supposed to stay the night in Kent. My reply.....
I got too drunk and had someone call mom and dad.

Needless to say...the next day was a pretty bad hangover.

 

[Felonious Monk]

LMAO! Great story SMOOTH!

I replied no to all the answers and she then asked..."then why did you run?" I replied..."because you were chasing me".

classic.

Anyone else? C'mon you sissies......speak up!

 

[nhl8810]

It was a nice summer evening I was 18 and me and a few friends were getting together at my girls best friends house (her parents were away). So we started out drinking beer and hitting the bong. It got a little later and me and my buddy decided to play quaters with a bottle of Jim beam. :nono: Well we finished that bottle an a case of bud nippers (48 7 oz.) and went for the southern comfort all the while still hitting the faithful USII. Later that night when it was time to go we went looking for another friend of ours at his girls house where he was supposed to be spending a quit night with her (her parents also away), when we got there i went knocking on the door..What no answer they have to be here well maybe their on the roof i said to myself so of i went to the roof. When to my surprise I didnt find them it was time to come down and down i came right into the bushes in front of the house head 1st and ripped my Ozzy concert tee up bad. Off to my house were i was sitting in the driveway yelling at my buddy take me home man. All the while he is saying you are home NO IM NOT TAKE ME HOME. Finay anther riend saw us in the car and came and brought me in the house were i said i gotta piss soo walked me to the door adn i went in woke up the the next morning in the tub pants at my ankles to my mother screaming at me. I was so sick the next 2 days that as monk said death would have been welcome.

 

[Bluemound Freak]

Allright Damnit, I have been trying to remember all of my past belgerant nights but they all seem to be spinning together.

Well Here is one Night that I will never forget! This trip involves a whole weekend! I left on a Wednesday night to go eat dinner with a girl from a town about 30 miles north of here! After eating dinner we were supposed to go home and call it a night, well that went out the window like her panties on the ride home. After a night full of festivities I had to drive back home and meet my buddies for a trip to the Beach! Well here is some background on my home town, you can not buy alcohol here so I picked up a half case of beer on the way home the next morning! I had not hit the interstate good till Miller Lite bottles were zooming from the back of my brand new Miata, needles to say in 30 miles I was hammered again because I really had not sobered from the night before! Well as I arrived at my house to find 6 buddies and 1 car I was informed that I had to drive myself and a Buddy to the beach( 6 hour drive ) In my drunken stupor I said Daxx " Jump in"
Off we went! In a flash we were slingin beer bottles together. Well 4 hours into this trip I'm swerving all over the road, smoking Doobs, flinging bottles just being an ass! My friend gets me to pull over at Taco Bell just north of the Florida Alabama Line and we go in for some food! Well I didn't have enough party left in me at 12:00 in the afternoon to hold my head up any longer! I passed out in the Bell! My friends helped me back to the car and all I remember for the rest of the day is riding shotgun in my once piloted Miata, with one yeloowish green door ( puke Stained ) Head hanging out asking passers by what the hell they were looking at? Later in the evening I woke to a friend nudging me with a half Gallon of Jim Beam and Saying "lets go down to the beach" After I arose and started drinking once again I recall me and my buddy jumping into the pool and polishing off this whole bottle, by this time I'm in need of a wheelchair. They pick me up out of the water and hoist me up the the second floor only to find that I had to call my girlfriend, now this poses a dilemna, I can't walk, can't talk, just drool and smile and I'm gonna call my girlfriend, Yuh! Well I'm on the phone and my friend taps me on the shoulder and tells me he needs to use the phone! I tell him to piss off it took me fifteen minutes just to find the damn thing wait your turn! Well the fight was on! We slugged it out in the floor like a couple of drunk Walruses and finally friends broke us up, Now picture this, Drunk, mad, bleeding and can't stand up! Well at this time they are finally done with my ass! They haul me up the steps and throw me head first into the closet! I woke the next day ready to go again, only to find a black eye, no clothes and puke on me, sunburned so badly from the ride down with the top down and hungover like a MOFO! Needles to say I just crawled back into the closet and slept the whole day!

I still to this day have not been asked to go back to the beach with any of this crew, some I have not even seen since! Oh Well Life goes on:moon:


Hey Monk you and Kevin still want to go down to the coast?

 

[Felonious Monk]

We're going down there on March 14th.

Hop in your Miata and head down to the beach...we'll have a blast!