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I thought I’d post my PM to ICE.
anyone got one that involves a club or a party?
I have… so many .
- You just broke up with your girlfriend, so you decide to go downtown with a couple friends. You arrive at their house to pre-drink, and shoot a pint of vodka in 10 minutes, while smoking a joint.
This is the last thing you remember.
You wake up the next day, on the same couch, assuming you simply passed out before you went DT. You find out later you were out and about lucid for a good 4 hours the night prior.
- It’s your 19th birthday, and you get to drunk even before getting downtown that you cannot see. Coupled with numerous joints, you eventually find yourself talking to someone, and expressing your love for them. Eventually you leave, too drunk to even understand what a girl is, let alone take the conversation with one further.
The next day you find out the girl is a younger year within your own very small school, who in fact knows who you are quite well, and having watched you play basketball for some time, actually had a crush on you from day one. Her friend tells you this, and asks if you would like to meet.
It’s at this point I should point out, you still know nothing of what this girl looks like…
For some reason to agree to hang out with this girl, who is… not your cup of tea. You watch Bend it Like Beckham with her (which is actually a decent movie) and then leave as quickly as possible.
Her and her friends hate you for life
More to come!
I have too many to mention, but what happens in the club: stays in the club 
So, I’m on a date with this cute polish girl, right? We knock back a couple bottles of sparkling wine (hey, she was buyin’, I’m not gonna complain) and then we meet up with some friends of hers and drive out to a club that is supposed to be pretty cool. Naturally this “cool” club is in the middle of nowhere – in some wheatfield outside of Bonn and nowhere near any sort of civilized transportation.
At the club we dance and drink some more and everything seemed to be going well with this girl. But as the evening wears on, I notice that there are these two smoking hot girls who have been making eyes at me. Being drunk, I didn’t realize that I would need some way to get home from this godforsaken place, so I move over to those ladies while my date goes to the bathroom. I tried working both of them for a while but decided my game wasn’t tight enough to actually get both (let alone all three) so I decided to focus on the one I thought was cuter anyway while hoping I can work something out with my date.
By now my date has seen me and I don’t know what to do. So, I do the only thing I can do: I start making out with the new girl. Now I’m dancing and making out with the new girl but I’m pretty drunk and my game gets sloppy. Eventually it becomes clear that my window of opportunity has passed with this new girl so I head off to the bar and get a few more drinks.
I remember finding my date and buying her a few rounds but the night gets pretty blurry after that. Next thing I know, I’ve woken up in one of those damn wheat fields. Thankfully, the puke is next to me, not on me – though my mouth tastes terrible and I feel like shit.
The club was still in sight, so I walked over there. Of course by now the club has closed and nobody is around so I have literally no idea which way to go. Since there was only one road, I figured I had a 50% chance of going the right way, so I started walking. I had an adventure getting home, but that is a story for another time.
About 3 weeks ago I spent a weekend in Miami in a condo on Collins, then got on a cruise ship and went to Key West, then Playa del Carmen in Mexico, then I came back to Miami for 2 more nights. I was drunk, high and partying the entire time,(except this incident where I was stuck at an airport for like 6 hours and tired as hell). I can’t really describe the details of the drunken partying, naturally, because it was sucessful. I do have some interesting pictures…
So I pick up some shrooms from this dealer, and as I’m walking back to my place I’m like ‘I’m gonna eat this now’ so I do, and keep walking. I run into my girlfriend at the time, who wants to know if I want to go to this bar. I say yes.
She comes to pick me up, and now I’m starting to zoom. I tell her I don’t feel well (which is partly true) and she leaves with her friends who are less than impressed with me.
So I’m sitting around with my dormmates, and I’m now fully warped, and they suggest going downtown. Well I’m all for it, at this point not even thinking about Kelly.
So I go downtown to this bar, and I’m fucked. I run into this girl who wants me, and who I know will tell kelly that I was out. So now I really start to trip out, and I somehow lose my vision. I stumble into the bathroom but my vision isn’t coming back. I plow my way out of the club, now dripping of sweat and rip my clothes off outside.
After i cool down I realize I must go to Kelly’s and tell her what happened before this other girl does – but I need a drink. So I try and operate a coke machine but get lost in it for an indeterminable amount of time.
Finally I make it to Kelly’s and I tell her what happened, and she spends the rest of the night trying to figure out what ‘shrooms’ are/do.
So I’m done basketball practice, and I’m hanging out in the aerobics part of the gym with a couple friends, one of whom was working in the aerobics center. So we start talking about beer – especially this one type in particular that is 10%.
So that leads to us saying ‘Well… I wonder if we could drink 5 of them in an hour and a half?’
So we run up to the store and get a bunch, and proceed to try. Well, i was the only one who did not puke, and I ended up sprinting up and down the street that the campus runs parallel to.
I eventually end up at Kelly’s (now broken up) wanting to fool around essentially (hey… I’m blitzed at this point) so I go in, and then pass out immediately.
The next day i wake up and sneak out knowing she’s surely awake as well.
So I’m down in Florida partying with some buddies of mine. Now, I’m a buck-and-change but some of my buddies are proper weight lifters/football players. Anyway, on this ship there is some dude who was on the Real World or some shit. The sub-F-list celebrity-de-jour, you know how it rolls, right? Anyway, we drink all the booze we can (it was one of those "pay $50 and drink all you want type deals) and this douche was getting on our nerves. So, we did the only proper thing: we picked him up and threw him overboard.
Now, I might not have the strength to do these things, but I’ve got the mental muscles – I’m the shrimpy guy that gets all my buff friends in trouble because of my mouth – anyway, I started talking smack to the guy and forced a situation. Seeing the guy flailing in my buddies’ arms screaming “I was on fucking MTV, what are you?” as we threw him overboard remains a high watermark in my life.
Xun were you on a booze cruise!? Those things are awesome.
Yes, they are. I have to say in retrospect, I’d rather have spent that money visiting some place of significance, but I’ve done that too so no harm no foul.
I couldn’t possibly describe the night very well, all I can say is it involved jagermeister and a trip to the emergency room.
Jaegermeister is surprisingly low in alcohol.
However, Germans also use it to calm upset stomachs. So a trick I learned to keep up with the pros was to have some Jaeger with my drinks to keep an even keel.
I can see how too much would lead to trouble, despite its low alcohol by volume rating,
Yep it’s a mind eraser all right.
Jager is 40% and it will fuck you up… I don’t know what you two are talking about.
Anyways, last night I went out with my friend…
This morning I woke up in my bed and didn’t know how I got there. No weed either… just a straight up reach for the Skyy all night.
Fuck… honestly though, where is my friend? His car is still here…
hang over moans
I hate you all. If it wasn’t for this thread, I probably wouldn’t have gone out last night
By volume or by weight? Jaegermeister is only 35% abv, which doesn’t sound that weak but think about it – if you are going up against people who are drinking vodka or gin, let alone bourbon, you’ll always be a little behind.
And I feel ya man. My head does not feel wonderful right now.
My 20th birthday
I began drinking with 3 of my best friends in my house at about 3pm, we had tequila, rum, vodka the works.
It came to about 6pm and my mates and I decided to go to the pub, but not before my traditional birthday cocktail, only this one had a twist because it was not so much a cocktail as half a pint of vodka.
Next thing I know I wake up in my bed, I assume that we had not even gone out but I was later told that we did go to the pub. I told one of my good friends and rather a large bloke that they were fucking cockfaces and a fight insued, ending up in us being thrown out of a pub, to top it I was sick in the taxi which my best m8 payed £50 for.
I’ve forgoten the end of a night before but not the entire thing
Um, too many, I am afraid they all blur together, After twenty years of being 80% sober the few years I ran amok when younger is rather meshed together., something about drinking competions, winning puking going again, lost in the desert barefoot, utterly embarrassing epileptic siezures thanks to weed. dancing 4 wheel driving accidents, a number of near death incidents, Flying cars and motorcycles/jumping them on really cool roads that are extremely hilly. oh it goes on and on all blurred together to make one really fun time that seems unreal.