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[K.38]

Working for the city of Rifle while still in High School I woke up with big knots all over my head. Boss didn't like me playing with his wife's boobs.

Another time woke up in a strange house and freaked as it looked like my Grandparents house. They lived 200 miles away. Turned out it wasn't, it was a co-workers house.

Woke up another time and my legs wouldn't work and I paniced. Sat up in bed and founded a buddy had passed out at the foot my bed across my legs.

I came to or whatever with a Very Short and very pissed female Colorado State Trooper thumping me in the chest with her very strong fingers. Had bruses later to prove it. Seems I drove a friends car home for him. I almost ran off the road near a bridge, ran a red light going across a busy 4 lane road and parked the car in someone elses wet yard. Luckily this was about 30 years ago and she gave me the choice of going home and cleaning up the mess the next day or going to jail. Cleaned up the mess and quit drinking. That little Trooper scared the hell the out of me and made me realize I was on a dead end road in life. Thank you Ma'am!

I only drank for fun, meant no harm to anyone. Figured out drinking to the excess was stupid, expensive and I made a total fool out of myself more times than I care to remember.

 

[pbslinger]

The interesting feature of this thread is that it seems former drinkers are willing to tell about their last bender before quitting.

Based on the stories of those who quit, they made the right move.

I can't think of anything worth telling, and I am not an amnesiac drinker. I seldom get drunk but I overdid it last Saturday.

 

[CAJUNLAWYER]

Originally posted by pbslinger:
The interesting feature of this thread is that it seems former drinkers are willing to tell about their last bender before quitting.

Based on the stories of those who quit, they made the right move.

I can't think of anything worth telling, and I am not an amnesiac drinker. I seldom get drunk but I overdid it last Saturday.

Don't worry-I still drink

And BTW you're a scow sailor aren't you?????

I've yet to meet a small boat sailor ( or big boats for that matter)that didn't have a story or two to tell

 

[Jim in Wisconsin]

Scow sailor? Usta be one many years, and many pounds ago. Have some sailor stories, but the best ones were later...

 

[pbslinger]

Scow sailers tend to overdo it when the races are cancelled due to "drifter" conditions. We are teatotalers compared to ruggers.

My problem is that I just haven't done anything very interesting while messed up. Sorry. I did impress the ladies when guys were dropping their trousers to show off their boxers. I did too but I was commando.

One time I woke up to a knock on the door at a friends duplex, we had gone shooting late at a road constuction site. I decided to to do some off roading in my Nova wagon. It was hard to deny I had farmed the neighbors yard across the street when the muddy tire tracks led to my car in the driveway.

 

[flop-shank]

Originally posted by CAJUNLAWYER:
I have learned not to drink unless I'm already at the place I intend to sleep-or am with someone I can trust (my wife) to drive me home.

That describes me to a T. I'm not always so sharp, but figured out that one fast. Been on some long walks though...... Aside from that I do my best to keep up with Sotteddog.

 

[Spotteddog]

F/S,
You shoulda' seen me in my prime!
The only way to have kept up that pace, would have been to have a Fram spin on fitting installed for a liver? If I did the same thing now, the Wife would drive. Too much to lose now with an A CDL. But truth is, I haven't done much cabareting in a decade or two? At least not without making sure I did it at my own mailing address. Now, where did I put that Betty Ford gift certificate I got for Christmas?

 

[flop-shank]

We could go to Betty Ford together, but we'd probably take over.

 

[ingmansinc]

I threw an empty Southern Comfort bottle out the car window at a Hell Angel on the Santa Moncia Freeway once, does that count as stupid?

 

[ltcdoty]

My buddie and I got tanked up at Aviano airbase in northern Italy, many, many years ago. I got picked up while combing my hair in the mens room at the base officer's club, my buddie was found sleeping in the tail end of an F-100 fighter plane by a pilot doing a walk around. We both ended up doing many weekends of extra duty..and they wanted to know why I didn't reup!

 

[Crazy K38]

well I certainly remember my first time being drunk....I was 4 and mom decided to take a shower and left her wine cooler on the table that I finished and also helped her out by killing the other one in the fridge, I distinctly remember 2 things, 1. standing on the back of the couch and head diving onto the carpet covered concrete floor and laughing my butt off and 2.my first ice cold shower after she got out and saw me mid dive with two empty bottles. to this day i can't stand cold water lol

 

[Alpo]

Not a "drunk moment", actually, but Crazy K38 made me remember it, and it's kinda funny.

In the house we were living in from 1st through 3rd grade, so I was either 6, 7 or 8. My brother was either 7, 8 or 9. Mama left us to go do something (probably get arrested for leaving two little kids alone in the house, nowadays) and we decided to experiment. Daddy drank Old Crow, and we wondered what it tasted like. So we poured a water-glass full, and tried some. He didn't like it. I didn't like it. So we poured it down the kitchen sink (that's what you do with a drink you don't want, right? pour it down the sink?). Could not understand how Mama knew we'd been in the whiskey, when she got home.