Voda is horrible, got so drunk i couldnt even stand up. My sister had to drive me home, I remember screaming "I LOVE YOU!" to everyone even guys. Hence why I gave up drinking

On my mates birthday...I wore a corset and a skirt as it was a burlesque themed thing (and me being fairly shy...I didn't want to wear next to nothing..lmfao)

Ended up popping out of the corset about 8 times, not to mention leaving my mates house with my skirt tucked into my tights

sang with my band in front of 300 people after drinking two bottles of thunderbird well it was my first gig but cant remember it

I think I have two. One would definitely be me getting terribly drunk on my 20th birthday, which was a complete disaster from start to finish. My friend stabbed my ex in the ass with his own knife and then my ex and I were arrested. The embarrassing part, however, comes after we were returned to the hotel room we rented. Our friends ruined the room next door and decided to knock on our door throughout the night to come sleep with us...a door which I answered to everyone stark naked. Including the cops who arrived to escort us off the property the next morning. (I promise that I am not like that normally. I was just REALLY drunk that night.)

My next example was exactly a year later when I got drunk for my first legal time. I got to feeling a little frisky from all the tequila the bartender was pouring for me and hatched a plan to get him to pick a guy out for me to take home for the night because I was sick of being celibate. He called my cousin to take me home and I haven't been back to that bar since. (PS I didn't have a tab that night even though I drank nearly $50 worth of drinks )

I got many but recently i took a friend of my cousins home one night - problem is my room is next to my folks so it was vital we kept the noise down - i thought we were doing a good job of that and i was having one of my more pleasant evenings when there was a knock on my door

"Scott"
"Yeah"
"you watching Porn?"
"Yes"
"Ok just turn the volume down"

Needless to say that killed the romance stone dead

Probably my worse one was after a very heavy session on the falling down water was getting caught short outside my neighbours garden at 3am! Feeling clever i decided to water his roses! Bad move His moggy (stone deaf) was asleep underneath and i sprinkled it rather liberally . Later that day my neighbour in conversation mention the poor cat had gone into the house absolutely soaking wet and smelling like pee! Needless to say i didn't confess
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This guy is liscensed to chill, and thrill, but the opportunities to thrill are rather less than anticipated!!!!

Some great stories here, the parrot one is totally classic, I think mine are generally not that funny - just a bit sad and mostly painful. It seems to be I don't do that much stupid stuff while drunk, I just like to act normal up until the point where I hit the deck

The first time was in france with my parents, I was 16 we were in the south in a little chateau with its own winery. There was a large group of people that were all drinking wine and having a BBQ, good times. I was taking advantage of being 16 and having unlimited booze so I was laying it on pretty strong. Long story short I don't remember anything after about 9 pm. But apparantly around 1 am I faceplanted some stone steps, got dragged to my bed by my dad, redecorated the place with projectile red-wine coloured sick. I woke up in the morning with a bloody face, a massive headache and absolutely no idea what had happened at all.


2nd worst I think was a night at uni, I'd gone to try a new sport. (Octopush, its hockey played on the bottom of a swimming pool with flippers and snorkels). I went to try it for the first time but didn't realise there was a bring your ownn booze social afterwards. SO... I didn't have any booze and had to make do with whatever random bits of alcohol people were kind enough to give me. We were playing drinking games and my drinks ranged from beers, cider,whisky, gin, wine, vodka, sambuca, tequila in scary scary quantities. I was still standing at the end of the social somehow and decided I should walk a girl home since she lived in a similar direction to me so I was walking home with this little chinese girl. All seemed to be good until I did my usual faceplanting trick on the pavement half-way home and grazed both palms, ripped my jeans got covered in mud etc. The girl ennded up walking me home instead!

The next morning my housemate found me at half past 8 spread eagled on my bed in all the same muddy-bloody clothes and asked me if I was going to the lecture, somehow I decided it was a good idea. I walked the half an hour to uni without so much as washing myself - must have looked a state. I lasted 10 mins of the lecture before I had to run out and vomit drawing much attention to myself. I found a comfortable couch and fell to sleep. I woke up half an hour later being moved on for being a 'fire-risk'. I found some other comforatable couch to sleep on and woke up a little later with a circle of cleaners around me going "is he alright?"


Although probably the best was a couple of years ago, I went out on a night out had a few drinks, I was a irrisponsible back then and had also indulged somewhat in another substance. Anyway, I was getting drunker and drunker and my mate was ready to take me home after I repeatably fell off the same bar stool and the door staff were looming after me. He got my most of the way home when my phone rang and a good friend of mine was saying that he was in a certain club (it was a cheesy disco type thing). I decided I was going.. which was a bad idea.

My memory gets a bit hazy and I have bits of memories but somehow I managed to pull, I don't know how I don't usually pull in clubs and in that state I have no idea how I did but apparantly I was sitting wiht a lady and we were to quote my mate "eating each other's faces". I don't know how long that went on but at some point I decided I needed the toilet. When I came back I met my friends on the dancefloor and started dancing away. About half an hour later my mate said "so what happened to that girl".. my reply was apparantly "what girl?..... oh... shit". I'd gone to the toilet and then abandonned her but I had no idea what she looked like until my mate pointed her out. She was having a fight with a boyfriend type figure so I made myself scarce.

I still have no idea what she looks like but if I'm ever back in the same place and get an evil glare I wonder to myself "was it you?".

This is a funny thread but I'm so pleased that it's always me that has the laugh without being sick 'cos I don't get drunk that easy even though I don't drink that often.

Got pissed with a mate of mine in an aussie bar whilst we were staying in Paris. Accidentally put my train ticket into an underground car park security door (thinking it was the tube station) spent an hour trying to get the ticket back, strange conversations with the french security guard via intercom, then missed last train back, ended up wondering around in desolate La Defense centre (wish I had my camera with me then it looked fantastic with no people around). Walked over some bridge, got accosted by a tramp with what looked like a gun or it could have been a mars bar but couldn't understand him anyway, walked for miles along some massive busy road hoping to get back to civilization. Ended up flagging down a cab and spending about £30 (equivalent) on getting the cab to take us back to where we were staying in the north east of Paris suburbs.

Being a typical Scotsman i could write a book about my drinking from the age of around 14 till about 5yrs ago ( when i pretty much gave it up apart from the odd weekend )..One memorable time was when i was away working with a couple of colleagues and two of us drank too much at the hotel bar.The older guy with us didnt drink as he was a reformed alcoholic and was awake to see my little indiscretion. I went to bed and at some point in the night started sleepwalking and needed a pee so i fought with the wardrobe door and finally got it open and started to pee in the wardrobe....Although i wasnt really awake i must have known i shouldnt be doing it because instead of letting it all flow out in one, i kept peeing in short stops and starts then went back to bed.....
The only reason i remembered the incident is because down at breakfast the older guy started laughing and told me what i had done and at first i didnt believe him and thought it was a wind up until the reality of it all came flooding back to me with shock and horror.
looking back it was funny but at the time i was mortified...lol