Things That Make You Question Your Drinking.Follow

I remember trying to make a fried tofu dish called "golden surprise" once when I was exceptionally wasted.

It tasted surprisingly bad, all right.

My husband said it's the only thing I've ever cooked that he didn't like.

But, but, he was a skater boy and she said see you later boy because he wasn't good enough for her.


I thought she was kinda hot when I was younger, so I may have watched some of her videos. And now that damn song's stuck in my head. Yay*.


*SpoilerYay yay yay yay, yay yay yay yay yay, yay yay yay yay. And it's gone now, replaced with ponies.

Well, a few things have made me question it...
1. Ruining a friendship (apparently I made out with a friend's wife... neither of us remember it, but he sure does)
2. Waking up a few weekends ago with a 2nd degree burn on my hand, a goose-egg on my forehead, and a rug ruined by vomit. Worst Second worst drinking night of my life (the worst was the one above).
3. First time I ever drank too much and threw up; was terribly terrible.

But then I remember all the good times I have while drinking, and I only question drinking to excess, which is thankfully infrequent

Questioning drinking is like questioning God.

It makes sense, but causes too much aggravation to be worth it.

You're my kinda guy Arex.

Don't think I've ever questioned drinking, but I've definitely become more aware of how much I drink.

Generally speaking, I've had bad experiences mixing beer and liquor. If I don't stop after about six shots or so, I'm gonna end up in a gutter somewhere.

I remember the first time I drank too much. Prior to that night, I thought I couldn't get too drunk, having had my share of entire bottles of liquor at previous parties. That night, though...

We started out at my place, back when I was living with my folks. Three of us shared a liter (34oz?) of Bacardi and Coke. Then a bottle of Baileys and half a bottle of dark rum with beer on the side. Ready to party, we somehow got to a nearby town (I have no idea how we got there, but I'm assuming we took a train) where we continued. I had a half'n'half Coke and Rum (a pint) which I was dared into emptying in one go. Then some guy was dared into emptying a liter of cheap white wine, but failed, so I did it for him.

After that, it sorta gets a little fuzzy. I remember talking to a really hot redhead, smoking way too many cigarettes way too fast and then kneeling over on the lawn.

I woke up the next day in the guest bedroom at this stranger's house. His mom had apparently ordered me into the house and placed in the bed after some of the guys at the party decided to carry me to a cab, dropping me on the pavement in the process before abandoning the task and carrying me back to the house.

I learned two things that night: 1) I can get too drunk, but 2) I don't get hangovers, ever. The next morning, I was all fresh and ready to go again while the rest of the crowd was trying to overdose on painkillers or barfing their brains out.

Still don't get hangovers. Only hint of one was a mild headache one morning, but that was probably due to dehydration from not drinking anything but beer for a solid 12 hours.

Guess it wasn't all bad.

Edited, Nov 23rd 2011 12:06am by Mazra

But it's how the astronauts would drink.

Karated the back of a toilet in half because it was looking at you the wrong way- water everywhere.

Excusing yourself to throw up, and then sitting right back down and playing more beerio kart because you are undefeated.

Not being able to see skyrim due to the beer fortress on the coffee table.

Singing the beer run song to a cop that is writing you a drinking related ticket.

Throwing up on a live cat.

Letting some chick pee on you because it is her birthday.




Edited, Nov 23rd 2011 2:20am by Tarub

You must not have noticed the poster's name before reading the post then.

When I was 19 I fell down the stairs at one of the downtown bars.

My right ankle has been a great barometer ever since.

If you hadn't slipped him the tongue, maybe you would've gotten away with only 3 punches.

Pouring the remains of a bottle of vodka and a can of beer into one of those red party cups and walking with it on a cop-infested campus.

I've got two at the moment. I have wolverine like healing abilities but sometimes my liquid courage gets the better of me.

One of them from breaking karate board with my face. I was at David's house, he is this rail thin nerd who does karate. I don't disrespect karate, I just hate when he talks **** about people two or three weight classes up, how they'd think he wasn't a challenge, and howd he'd prevail because oh my god I stopped listening ten minutes ago. He will almost always pull out the "but they don't know karate" card, and then the "but you don't know the physics of a 50 pound arm into a 130 pound person" card is played. So trite it burns. Anyways, he challenged people to break more boards than him at his place, and half the battle of breaking those things is believing you can enough to not stop applying force. I took three of them with my forehead and won, but started bleeding just over my right eyebrow immediately after. It is very minor compared to #2.

During #2, I was feeling sappy after spending a night cuddled up to my now girlfriend (celebrated our 1 year three days ago, how the ****?) I woke up after a night of wine-ing and wine-ing and dining, fixed myself another round or two, and decided to make heart shaped pancakes to wake her up with. Thank god I had a metal mold. So I'm just getting those suckers on the reverse side, when she creeps up behind me and is like "I woke up early for work, what are you making?" I jumped, and tried to desperately cover my handiwork by looming over it and scooting it next to me while I talked to her. I now have a burned imprint of the side of the griddle on my stomach, because griddle hot, and stomach skin.