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ohiosmith Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 10:16 AM
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Worst hangover of your life? Where were you? What caused it?
Santiago Chile

Pisco Sour
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HipChick Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 10:54 AM
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1. Patron Gran Platinum
Australia

Blacked out,totally slept through a hotel fire alarm

Never touched that stuff again
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ChoralScholar Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 11:09 AM
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2. Bachelor party of a friend....
I had bronchitis, but went anyway. I overdosed on the cough syrup I had brought with me. I freakin' robo-tripped on accident!
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Amerigo Vespucci Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 11:20 AM
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3. The WORST was the FIRST. New Hampshire. Cream Sherry.
Edited on Sat Aug-07-10 11:21 AM by Amerigo Vespucci
My cousin worked in a bar. I was underage (15). Went there in the morning, with my mom and my uncle (her brother), when they were closed. My cousin poured me a TALL WATER GLASS full of cream sherry. She said "If anyone asks you, tell them it's ginger ale."

Over the course of an hour or so, she poured at least one more. Went back to my uncle's. He had cream sherry. By this point, my uncle and my mom were feeling no pain, and I was left unattended with the bottle of cream sherry. Bad move. Next day I had a pounding headache, was sick as a dog, but it was fun, fun, fun till my daddy took my T-Bird away while it was happening, baby.

:toast:

:rofl:
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Xipe Totec Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 11:29 AM
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4. College
Caused by the worst drinking binge of my life.

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Iggo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 11:31 AM
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5. January 1, Nineteen ninety-something.
Edited on Sat Aug-07-10 11:32 AM by Iggo
Cheap champagne.

EDIT: Had never drunk champagne before, and have never since.
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Aristus Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 11:48 AM
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6. Kitzingen, Germany. The U.S. Army post Harvey Barracks.
I woke up in a pool of my own vomit the morning after the worst bender of my life. I socked away a fifth of Scotch all by myself, and added an uncounted number of beers, and several mighty swigs of vodka on top of it.

I was ruined for the rest of the weekend, and had barely enough energy to make unit formation on Monday morning.

Since then, I've pretty much had a two-drink maximum. Although on rare occasions, I do get slammed. I end my drinking bout with lots and lots of water to fend off the dehydration that causes hangovers...
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The Velveteen Ocelot Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 12:20 PM
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7. College. 151-proof rum mixed with cherry Kool-Aid.
Spent the night curled up in a bathroom stall in my dorm, occasionally pulling myself up far enough to call Ralph on the big white phone. Didn't leave my dorm room the next day. Thought I'd have to get better in order to die.
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av8rdave Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:02 PM
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26. "Thought I'd have to get better in order to die."
Wow. I've never heard it put quite that way before. Where was college?

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The Velveteen Ocelot Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:08 PM
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27. Heh. That's about the way I felt.
College was Macalester in St. Paul -- the alma mater of Kofi Annan and Walter Mondale. Also the pot capital of the Twin Cities back in the day.
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av8rdave Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:13 PM
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31. It's been a while since I layed over there, but St Paul is a nice town
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The Velveteen Ocelot Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:14 PM
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32. Next time you have a MSP layover, let us know.
The MN DU contingent will appear at the Crowne Plaza to entertain you.
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av8rdave Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 03:30 AM
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37. I will do that!
:hi:

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hobbit709 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 12:27 PM
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8. Corfu and Ouzo.
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BlueIris Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 12:47 PM
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9. Freshman year of college (Spring Break)--whiskey.
Threw up for twelve hours straight. Never touched whiskey again.
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mix Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 12:51 PM
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10. Chinaco
That's all I'll say.
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HopeHoops Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 01:09 PM
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11. The great tequila tragedy of '83.
Damn near an entire liter of tequila.

I lived right next to high-traffic railroad tracks and spent three days in the tub with my heel plugging the drain and water that was hot for about an hour and was cold the rest of the time. Every time a train went by it took a detour to pass through one ear and out the other.
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abq e streeter Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 02:38 PM
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12. 1974--my only two day hangover ---countless beers,
Edited on Sat Aug-07-10 02:41 PM by abq e streeter
mixed with countless joints and 10 cent a slice pizza( and quality reflected in the price)on a Friday night at the legendary Okie Joe's in Albuquerque (and yeah, you could get high in that place as openly as you could drink). Somehow staggered home (hell, might have been carried for all I know) and couldn't even make it to the side of the bed to barf...Just rolled over, did my thing, and rolled back over and finally fell asleep when the world stopped spinning. I'm sure I would have slept straight through well into the next afternoon, but the EXTREMELY LOUD burglar or fire alarm went off in the Union hall across the street at 8 AM Saturday and took well over over an hour to turn off ( quite clearly a personally directed punishment by an angry and vengeful god). Did eventually sleep most of that day, and woke up Sunday STILL hung over as hell; head pounding etc. Long story made short, yada yada... ended up in Bonnie Raitt's dressing room Sunday night with her inquiring about any places where "we can go drinking". I must have turned green at the suggestion (although for Bonnie, I guess I would have forced myself) but she didn't pursue the subject. Never saw her again except as part of an audience... My big chance, dashed to smithereens by demon alcohol.
Bonnie, if you read DU (and I know you're a dedicated progressive), remember that cute boy in Albuquerque from your '74 show with Jackson Browne? I'm single...call me...
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MilesColtrane Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 03:24 PM
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13. July of 1987, in Okinawa
Edited on Sat Aug-07-10 03:33 PM by MilesColtrane
Drinking gin and smoking cigars while watching a Lakers/Celtics playoff game on which I had bet heavily

I prayed for the sweet release of death the next day.

It took 17 years after that before I was even able to look at a bottle of Tanqueray without wanting to heave.

Runner up - Kaiserslautern, Germany a couple of years before the one above. I was trying to impress the locals with my prodigious ability to handle all the beer and Jagermeister they could throw at me.

I nearly pulled a Jimi Hendrix. Thankfully I rolled over to puke and lived through the night.

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bigwillq Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 03:26 PM
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14. Tanqueray
Edited on Sat Aug-07-10 03:26 PM by bigwillq
In College up at UCONN. :puke:
1996
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femmocrat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 05:58 PM
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15. Summer at the shore.... college years....
gin and orange soda. :puke:

I was supposed to start a new job the next morning, but slept until about 5 pm. Of course my roommates just left me there for "dead".
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existentialist Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 06:08 PM
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16. I was at the University of Chicago.
The Northwestern University student body had voted to turn their homecoming dance into a Grateful Dead concert. A group of us went from Hyde Park. Their was a lot of stuff being passed around, including various kinds of wine. My friends got me back to the dorm OK, but the next morning I was in PAIN.
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Fire Walk With Me Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 06:24 PM
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17. Multiple bottles of champagne.
A headache like my brain had turned into rusted metal, in a vice, and the same flavor as well.
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petronius Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 06:30 PM
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18. Berkeley CA, 1990 or '91, a couple of bottles of Cook's "champagne"
:puke:

I do have an extremely amusing memory of somebody skateboarding full speed downhill into a eucalyptus tree; the unfortunate part is that somebody was me...
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Swede Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 06:32 PM
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19. Nothing worse then the dry heaves.
When you can't even hold water down.
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MorningGlow Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 06:40 PM
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20. The night before the last day of classes, first semester, freshman year of college
I was despondent over a guy (figgers). To cheer me up, my friend and her boyfriend took me to the on-campus "coffeehouse" for $6 pitchers of Hamm's. :puke:

I don't remember how I got back to my dorm. Room was spinning, walls were heaving (I remember being fascinated that the built-in cabinets in my room could look like they were breathing)...and then I was heaving. Missed the wastebasket. Passed out. My friend checked on me the next day, quietly cleaned up my mess (threw out my throw rug that ended up being the barf catcher), I missed class.

The good part was I NEVER drank till I threw up EVER again in my life. First time was the last time. Too bad I didn't learn my lesson about the guy for another year... :eyes:
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Faygo Kid Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 06:42 PM
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21. Champagne. 1985. When I passed the bar exam. I don't do hangovers now.
Everybody brought over champagne.
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handmade34 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 07:02 PM
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22. 1980, bottling a batch of "green" beer
I was the one doing the syphoning...
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Roon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 07:10 PM
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23. A bottle of gin at our fourth of july party
Edited on Sat Aug-07-10 07:10 PM by Roon
I don't recall how big the bottle was exactly, but it was a lot. I drank martinis all day and all night. When I got up the next morning, I was one hurting unit! I went out to the patio and found some pop left in the cooler and I stood there and drank three cans of it right there on the patio. I was sooooo thirsty! I had the worst headache. It took me a couple of days to get back to normal again.
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sarge43 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 07:34 PM
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24. Lost weekend
Wiesbaden Germany

Peppermint schnapps
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av8rdave Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:00 PM
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25. 1983. Williams Air Force Base. The Colonel's Christmas party. Jack on the rocks.
The Colonel mixed a mean drink. Last thing I remember that night was sitting in his kitchen, exchanging dirty jokes with the Catholic Chaplain. I was seeing two of him. His jokes were dirtier and funnier than mine. The next couple of days really, really sucked. Fortunately, I didn't have to fly until Monday afternoon.

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MiddleFingerMom Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 12:30 PM
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44. We had a GREAT regular-guy Catholic Chaplain overseas.
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He wouldn't take the Lord's name in vain, but when some of the guys would
try to mess with him, as in "How the fuck you doin', Father?", he would
shoot right back with, "Pretty fuckin' good, how 'bout you?"
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Threw some of the best ouzo parties since the Dawn of History.
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I'm reasonably sure about that.
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MrSlayer Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:09 PM
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28. I don't know if I've ever had a "worst" hangover.
But I'll tell you that cocaine causes the bad ones. Probably because it allows you to drink far more than you would be able to without it. Nothing like that icepick behind your eye feeling to make you wonder what the hell you were thinking the night before.
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carlyhippy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:11 PM
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29. in my home town-cheap wine
Edited on Sat Aug-07-10 08:17 PM by carlyhippy
had to go to the bank and spewed all over the drive up teller window :(
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JTG of the PRB Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:12 PM
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30. Boulder, at my apartment in college with two good friends, and raspberry vodka.
The best part was when I crawled into bed and had to hang on for dear life because the room was spinning so fast that I was afraid I'd fly off and hit the ceiling if I let go.

The worst part was when I stumbled out of my room 8 hours later, still slightly drunk and hoping to get some food, and wandering into the kitchen, only to have to run right back out for some fresh air - we had spilled some of the raspberry vodka on the counter and left the nearly-empty bottle open all night, and the kitchen reeked of the stuff.
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Glassunion Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:15 PM
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33. My living room floor. The 2000 election results and a Gladiator's helping of Jameson.
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Brickbat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:16 PM
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34. Russia: a three-day bender full of red wine, champagne and vodka.
Yeah. That one.

The one I was sickest from, though, was at Rice's Point, bottle of whiskey.
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one_voice Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:22 PM
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35. About 20 years ago...
I was out with friends.

Too many shots of Sambuca and one too many Alabama Slammers.

I have no idea how I got into my bed that night. My husband won't tell me.

The next day I just wanted to die and get it over with.

I'd never been that hammered before that night or since.
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Rosie1223 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Aug-07-10 08:28 PM
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36. Shots of Wild Turkey
On my 19th birthday.

:puke:
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Inchworm Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 03:58 AM
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38. Mirimar, CA
A week or two of beer + a menagerie of liquor + Skittles (tryin' to freshin' my breath)

I am scared of most of that liquor to this day, and I'll never stomach a Skittles again.

:hi:
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zabet Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 08:18 AM
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39. South of the Border
(on the NC/SC line) at "pedro's"...

Strawberry daiquiris and.....pot with pcp <----I was unaware of the additive to the pot
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lightningandsnow Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 08:59 AM
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40. Ottawa, ON. 3 glasses of kosher wine while on Seroquel and Zoloft.
Edited on Sun Aug-08-10 08:59 AM by lightningandsnow
Really, they're not kidding that you shouldn't drink on Seroquel. Worst. Idea. Ever.
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BlueIris Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 01:30 PM
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45. We're lucky you're still with us. nt
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Tuesday Afternoon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 09:08 AM
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41. I went on a month long bender years ago and ended up in the ER on
a banana bag drip. I think that was the worst.
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Ikonoklast Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 11:17 AM
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42. I used to help my brother out as his restaraunt/lounge when he was getting slammed.
He had a regular bar crowd, and some of those guys were professional drinkers...I am strictly an amateur.

Anyway, after I helped out one evening, we were in the bar, after the kitchen had closed, decompressing with a beer, and a few of the regulars were still there.

One of the guys kept buying rounds of tequila, and I was doing my best to keep up, until I decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and I had better take my leave.

I went to stand up, and to my dismay discovered that my legs had for some reason decided to not work, and down I went.

I don't know who took me home, I don't remember getting into my house, I don't remember much except sleeping on the bathroom floor and hugging the bowl every fifteen minutes, heaving so hard I thought I'd bring up my socks, hoping that I would die soon and afraid that I wouldn't.

It felt like I was in a bathroom-sized washing machine set on 'spin-dry'.

It took three days before I could eat something other than dry toast and weak tea, and keep it down.
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mulsh Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 11:20 AM
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43. 8/12/91 two days before my wedding. My twin brother & I went
out for drinks after the rehearsal dinner. I let my guard down. He paid for all the drinks. Wild Turkey and soda and Stoli 100 proof Kamikazes and assorted other high octane beverages. We were at a bar and people we knew kept arriving. Drinks kept flowing into yours truly.
The following morning we were supposed to get our tuxes. I woke up, puked, went back to bed. woke up a little later, puked a little more, called my dad who was going with us to pick up the tuxes. He kept talking louder and louder and laughing for some reason. I made it through the final fitting. Lunch, nice and greasy. went home puked and went back to bed. It was the worst I have ever felt.

Fortunately when I woke up around 4:30 I felt fine.

That evening my oldest friend took me out for my "bachelor dinner". Just him and me at our favorite restaurant in SF. After that we went to his sister's house because she had made some special deserts for me. Hanging out with their family. It was the best bachelor party I have ever been to. Other,less trust worthy relatives and friends offered to throw me a bachelor party. some of the bachelor parties these guys have thrown ended up with multiple arrests.
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BlueIris Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 01:32 PM
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46. Multiple arrests?
Yikers. That could begin a whole 'nother thread in and of itself.
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Faygo Kid Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 02:09 PM
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47. Champagne. 1985. When I passed the bar exam.
I had a hell of a hangover thanks to the congratulations of friends, but it was also the best I ever had.

I don't do hangovers now, but I will never regret that one.
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WCIL Donating Member (265 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 02:10 PM
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48. New Year's Day, 1980
I was 14 and spent New Year's Eve with a friend and her parents, who were so drunk they didn't care that my friend and I started sampling things in their liquor stash. We drank beer, Jack and Tab, Mad Dog 20/20, vodka, gin and Squirt, Malt Duck and rum. At least those are the things I remember drinking. I spent the next day heaving and trying in vain to convince my mom I had the flu. I didn't get to hang out at my friend's house anymore.

The smell of rum still turns my stomach, and I have never been able to drink it since.
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redwitch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 02:28 PM
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49. Pernod. On a train from Montreal to NJ.
Ugh. Sick on the train.
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cwydro Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Aug-08-10 03:40 PM
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50. Boone, NC late 70's
White Lightning...

Hangover lasted two days.
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