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What makes us do it?
Or if that's too general, what makes me do it?
I don't drink nearly as much as I used to, but still, on the times I get the opportunity, why do I still drink past my limit?
You'd think I'd learn, given all of the strange situations I've found myself in:
When working in Canada, I lived onsite, in a hotel. All of my friends out there liked a drink, and there weren't many nights in which I wasn't drunk. It was fun. I laughed a lot. I was happy. There was this one night, that something happened that would embarrass many a man.
I woke in the evening at 6:00pm, just half an hour before work, not hungover, still drunk. I had no recollection of the previous night/ earlier morning, other than whose room I'd been in.
Upon waking the first thing that struck me was my missing clothes. Where the hell had I put them?
Anyway, later at work I was asked if I'd eaten Hawaiian pizza last night. I spent my break from work fishing bits of half digested pineapple from the sink of the room I'd been it.
Worse still I apparently was wandering the corridor in just my undies. What I'd like to know is where I left my key.
And why did I take all of my clothes off?
You'd think I'd learn my lesson, wouldn't you? But no, there are more stories to come...
When I was a student in London (Sept 97- Jan 98) I went to the student bar to watch that Italy VS England football match, with England getting thedraw they needed to qualify. I celebrated with a few drinks, and went to some crappy student nightclub. I remember being told that I'd look cool if I smoked, so I bought half a pack of cigarettes off of someone. That's all I remember until I was wandering around the streets 2 miles away, a couple of hours later! I have no idea of how I got there, or what occured. I just had to wait for the tube stations to open to get back to my flat.
Where that story is odd, there is a much worse story to come from my time in London...
Another night of drinking too much (tequilla this time I think) in the student bar. I remember emptying my bank account that night. Anyway I again have lost most of the night from my memory, until I was walking home, when these two geezers asked me for the time. They then nicked my watch, dragged me down an alley, and told me they'd kill me if I didn't go with them to a bank, and give them all my money. I told them I didn't have any, so they beat me up. Damn thugs! I had a big cut in my head, that had to be glued back together!
I'm sure none of that would have happened if I hadn't of been so obviously drunk.
So why do I do it?
Why do I always drink too much?
I have drunk to the point of loosing parts of the night again since, but nothing has really occured. Except that time I went on holiday with a bunch of people, one of which i new well, the others I didn't.
Anyway, we all planned to have a few drinks on the beach. Most people disappeared very early on, but me and this one girl stayed up until sunrise, nipping back to the caravan a couple of times for more beer. I don't much remember the sun-rise, just waking up the next morning with a hangover!
That one girl is now my wife!
And we still drink too much, given the opportunity!
Why?
It's fun!
Except when you get woken at 4am by a sreaming baby, but the walls won't stop moving!
But hey, such is life!
Or if that's too general, what makes me do it?
I don't drink nearly as much as I used to, but still, on the times I get the opportunity, why do I still drink past my limit?
You'd think I'd learn, given all of the strange situations I've found myself in:
When working in Canada, I lived onsite, in a hotel. All of my friends out there liked a drink, and there weren't many nights in which I wasn't drunk. It was fun. I laughed a lot. I was happy. There was this one night, that something happened that would embarrass many a man.
I woke in the evening at 6:00pm, just half an hour before work, not hungover, still drunk. I had no recollection of the previous night/ earlier morning, other than whose room I'd been in.
Upon waking the first thing that struck me was my missing clothes. Where the hell had I put them?
Anyway, later at work I was asked if I'd eaten Hawaiian pizza last night. I spent my break from work fishing bits of half digested pineapple from the sink of the room I'd been it.
Worse still I apparently was wandering the corridor in just my undies. What I'd like to know is where I left my key.
And why did I take all of my clothes off?
You'd think I'd learn my lesson, wouldn't you? But no, there are more stories to come...
When I was a student in London (Sept 97- Jan 98) I went to the student bar to watch that Italy VS England football match, with England getting thedraw they needed to qualify. I celebrated with a few drinks, and went to some crappy student nightclub. I remember being told that I'd look cool if I smoked, so I bought half a pack of cigarettes off of someone. That's all I remember until I was wandering around the streets 2 miles away, a couple of hours later! I have no idea of how I got there, or what occured. I just had to wait for the tube stations to open to get back to my flat.
Where that story is odd, there is a much worse story to come from my time in London...
Another night of drinking too much (tequilla this time I think) in the student bar. I remember emptying my bank account that night. Anyway I again have lost most of the night from my memory, until I was walking home, when these two geezers asked me for the time. They then nicked my watch, dragged me down an alley, and told me they'd kill me if I didn't go with them to a bank, and give them all my money. I told them I didn't have any, so they beat me up. Damn thugs! I had a big cut in my head, that had to be glued back together!
I'm sure none of that would have happened if I hadn't of been so obviously drunk.
So why do I do it?
Why do I always drink too much?
I have drunk to the point of loosing parts of the night again since, but nothing has really occured. Except that time I went on holiday with a bunch of people, one of which i new well, the others I didn't.
Anyway, we all planned to have a few drinks on the beach. Most people disappeared very early on, but me and this one girl stayed up until sunrise, nipping back to the caravan a couple of times for more beer. I don't much remember the sun-rise, just waking up the next morning with a hangover!
That one girl is now my wife!
And we still drink too much, given the opportunity!
Why?
It's fun!
Except when you get woken at 4am by a sreaming baby, but the walls won't stop moving!
But hey, such is life!
LOL @ Meka
Meka_Dragon wrote:
Before my wife was pregnant we had discussed baby names, and,
> if we had two girls we were going to call them Malibu and
> Tequila.
Malibu stuck, as it sounds really nice, but we decided
> against Tequila for our second child!
Heh.
Before my wife was pregnant we had discussed baby names, and,
> if we had two girls we were going to call them Malibu and
> Tequila.
Malibu stuck, as it sounds really nice, but we decided
> against Tequila for our second child!
Heh.
And further to the original post, I didn't tell you about the night I spent in a prison cell, due to alcohol, did I?
I was in Canada, and it was New Years Day. I had been working the day before, so it was my first chance to celebrate the New Year.
Anyway, we left the bar at 1 AM-ish, given that that is the regular closing time for many bars out there.
Anyway, I wasn't THAT drunk, but a Police car happened to go by, and, well I blew them a kiss.
Um, as you do?
They didn't like that, and came back around the block, and decided I needed to spend a night inside the 'DRUNK TANK'.
So I was thrown in this cell, with this other drunk guy. They also kept the garage open, so you'd be hit by a nice icy blast all night!
Anyway, this other guy was a complete nut. I was wearing an 'Ash' T-Shirt, that had 'Goldfinger' written on it, as that was the name of one of their singles.
That lead the nutty guy to believe that I was an undercover spy, much like James Bond. My British accent certainly didn't help the situation! Anyway, he then started asking me questions about the Queen. Like whether I'd slept with her. Because he had, and she was a right dirty... blah blah blah..
Anyway, this guy wouldn't give the police his name, and he kept backing on the bars all night. He also had a HUGE wad of cash tucked into his shoe.
I was very glad to be let out in the morning.
What an odd night that was!
I was in Canada, and it was New Years Day. I had been working the day before, so it was my first chance to celebrate the New Year.
Anyway, we left the bar at 1 AM-ish, given that that is the regular closing time for many bars out there.
Anyway, I wasn't THAT drunk, but a Police car happened to go by, and, well I blew them a kiss.
Um, as you do?
They didn't like that, and came back around the block, and decided I needed to spend a night inside the 'DRUNK TANK'.
So I was thrown in this cell, with this other drunk guy. They also kept the garage open, so you'd be hit by a nice icy blast all night!
Anyway, this other guy was a complete nut. I was wearing an 'Ash' T-Shirt, that had 'Goldfinger' written on it, as that was the name of one of their singles.
That lead the nutty guy to believe that I was an undercover spy, much like James Bond. My British accent certainly didn't help the situation! Anyway, he then started asking me questions about the Queen. Like whether I'd slept with her. Because he had, and she was a right dirty... blah blah blah..
Anyway, this guy wouldn't give the police his name, and he kept backing on the bars all night. He also had a HUGE wad of cash tucked into his shoe.
I was very glad to be let out in the morning.
What an odd night that was!
RastaBillySkank wrote:
> Maybe you called your first born Malibu to sub-conciously combat
> your drinking... just a thought :-D
Before my wife was pregnant we had discussed baby names, and, if we had two girls we were going to call them Malibu and Tequila.
Malibu stuck, as it sounds really nice, but we decided against Tequila for our second child!
> Maybe you called your first born Malibu to sub-conciously combat
> your drinking... just a thought :-D
Before my wife was pregnant we had discussed baby names, and, if we had two girls we were going to call them Malibu and Tequila.
Malibu stuck, as it sounds really nice, but we decided against Tequila for our second child!
Maybe you called your first born Malibu to sub-conciously combat your drinking... just a thought :-D
Interestingly most people say they don't drink as much as they ust to. Probably because they've sense. But hay sometimes its just got to be done. THe worst has probably got to be mixing drinks however, man that can really affect. The thing is I reckon is that you get to a point where if you go over you loose all control and keep on drinking and then you can't stop untill you run out of money. I stopped taking so much money out for that reason.
Anyway I hardly drink at all now.
Anyway I hardly drink at all now.
I don't drink anymore. I may have the occasional one, but can't remember the last time I was drunk.
Why?
Because I don't enjoy it anymore. Got drunk lots at college (Hooplah can vouch for the urban surfing incident on his car roof), woke up feeling ill and not myself.
Just not my thing, much prefer to get..well...I wont mention it here because I don't condone or encourage.
However, with my choice of relaxtion there is no hangover, no vomiting, no blackouts or loss of dignity.
However, just because I don't drink doesnt mean I disprove of others.
Drink up and enjoy lads, it's just not my thing.
Why?
Because I don't enjoy it anymore. Got drunk lots at college (Hooplah can vouch for the urban surfing incident on his car roof), woke up feeling ill and not myself.
Just not my thing, much prefer to get..well...I wont mention it here because I don't condone or encourage.
However, with my choice of relaxtion there is no hangover, no vomiting, no blackouts or loss of dignity.
However, just because I don't drink doesnt mean I disprove of others.
Drink up and enjoy lads, it's just not my thing.
Lovely stroies :D
I seem to have a hidden talent to know when I've had too much to drink but there was once at a mates house this April I outdone myself I woke up the next morning on the stairs holding a guitar... whats worse is that all my mates had left me to go down the shop for food and his bigbrother walked down the stairs looking at me as if I had kicked Jesus in the balls (Goatboy's quote :D) so I ran out the house with shoes on the wrong feet and my t-shirt wrong way round. :D
SO there you go... I'm the best drunk
I seem to have a hidden talent to know when I've had too much to drink but there was once at a mates house this April I outdone myself I woke up the next morning on the stairs holding a guitar... whats worse is that all my mates had left me to go down the shop for food and his bigbrother walked down the stairs looking at me as if I had kicked Jesus in the balls (Goatboy's quote :D) so I ran out the house with shoes on the wrong feet and my t-shirt wrong way round. :D
SO there you go... I'm the best drunk
What makes us do it?
Or if that's too general, what makes me do it?
I don't drink nearly as much as I used to, but still, on the times I get the opportunity, why do I still drink past my limit?
You'd think I'd learn, given all of the strange situations I've found myself in:
When working in Canada, I lived onsite, in a hotel. All of my friends out there liked a drink, and there weren't many nights in which I wasn't drunk. It was fun. I laughed a lot. I was happy. There was this one night, that something happened that would embarrass many a man.
I woke in the evening at 6:00pm, just half an hour before work, not hungover, still drunk. I had no recollection of the previous night/ earlier morning, other than whose room I'd been in.
Upon waking the first thing that struck me was my missing clothes. Where the hell had I put them?
Anyway, later at work I was asked if I'd eaten Hawaiian pizza last night. I spent my break from work fishing bits of half digested pineapple from the sink of the room I'd been it.
Worse still I apparently was wandering the corridor in just my undies. What I'd like to know is where I left my key.
And why did I take all of my clothes off?
You'd think I'd learn my lesson, wouldn't you? But no, there are more stories to come...
When I was a student in London (Sept 97- Jan 98) I went to the student bar to watch that Italy VS England football match, with England getting thedraw they needed to qualify. I celebrated with a few drinks, and went to some crappy student nightclub. I remember being told that I'd look cool if I smoked, so I bought half a pack of cigarettes off of someone. That's all I remember until I was wandering around the streets 2 miles away, a couple of hours later! I have no idea of how I got there, or what occured. I just had to wait for the tube stations to open to get back to my flat.
Where that story is odd, there is a much worse story to come from my time in London...
Another night of drinking too much (tequilla this time I think) in the student bar. I remember emptying my bank account that night. Anyway I again have lost most of the night from my memory, until I was walking home, when these two geezers asked me for the time. They then nicked my watch, dragged me down an alley, and told me they'd kill me if I didn't go with them to a bank, and give them all my money. I told them I didn't have any, so they beat me up. Damn thugs! I had a big cut in my head, that had to be glued back together!
I'm sure none of that would have happened if I hadn't of been so obviously drunk.
So why do I do it?
Why do I always drink too much?
I have drunk to the point of loosing parts of the night again since, but nothing has really occured. Except that time I went on holiday with a bunch of people, one of which i new well, the others I didn't.
Anyway, we all planned to have a few drinks on the beach. Most people disappeared very early on, but me and this one girl stayed up until sunrise, nipping back to the caravan a couple of times for more beer. I don't much remember the sun-rise, just waking up the next morning with a hangover!
That one girl is now my wife!
And we still drink too much, given the opportunity!
Why?
It's fun!
Except when you get woken at 4am by a sreaming baby, but the walls won't stop moving!
But hey, such is life!
Or if that's too general, what makes me do it?
I don't drink nearly as much as I used to, but still, on the times I get the opportunity, why do I still drink past my limit?
You'd think I'd learn, given all of the strange situations I've found myself in:
When working in Canada, I lived onsite, in a hotel. All of my friends out there liked a drink, and there weren't many nights in which I wasn't drunk. It was fun. I laughed a lot. I was happy. There was this one night, that something happened that would embarrass many a man.
I woke in the evening at 6:00pm, just half an hour before work, not hungover, still drunk. I had no recollection of the previous night/ earlier morning, other than whose room I'd been in.
Upon waking the first thing that struck me was my missing clothes. Where the hell had I put them?
Anyway, later at work I was asked if I'd eaten Hawaiian pizza last night. I spent my break from work fishing bits of half digested pineapple from the sink of the room I'd been it.
Worse still I apparently was wandering the corridor in just my undies. What I'd like to know is where I left my key.
And why did I take all of my clothes off?
You'd think I'd learn my lesson, wouldn't you? But no, there are more stories to come...
When I was a student in London (Sept 97- Jan 98) I went to the student bar to watch that Italy VS England football match, with England getting thedraw they needed to qualify. I celebrated with a few drinks, and went to some crappy student nightclub. I remember being told that I'd look cool if I smoked, so I bought half a pack of cigarettes off of someone. That's all I remember until I was wandering around the streets 2 miles away, a couple of hours later! I have no idea of how I got there, or what occured. I just had to wait for the tube stations to open to get back to my flat.
Where that story is odd, there is a much worse story to come from my time in London...
Another night of drinking too much (tequilla this time I think) in the student bar. I remember emptying my bank account that night. Anyway I again have lost most of the night from my memory, until I was walking home, when these two geezers asked me for the time. They then nicked my watch, dragged me down an alley, and told me they'd kill me if I didn't go with them to a bank, and give them all my money. I told them I didn't have any, so they beat me up. Damn thugs! I had a big cut in my head, that had to be glued back together!
I'm sure none of that would have happened if I hadn't of been so obviously drunk.
So why do I do it?
Why do I always drink too much?
I have drunk to the point of loosing parts of the night again since, but nothing has really occured. Except that time I went on holiday with a bunch of people, one of which i new well, the others I didn't.
Anyway, we all planned to have a few drinks on the beach. Most people disappeared very early on, but me and this one girl stayed up until sunrise, nipping back to the caravan a couple of times for more beer. I don't much remember the sun-rise, just waking up the next morning with a hangover!
That one girl is now my wife!
And we still drink too much, given the opportunity!
Why?
It's fun!
Except when you get woken at 4am by a sreaming baby, but the walls won't stop moving!
But hey, such is life!