What's the drunkest you've ever been?

Other Teams Pursuing That wrote:Wake you wanna take this one?

Tim Wakefield wrote:2nd night of living with OTPT

I was a straight arrow in HS, didn't have a sip of booze until after senior year because I was scared of being suspended from sports. Anyway I had beers a few times that summer but not regularly like my degenerate roommate. First night of welcome week was a blast. Why not do it again?

The next night, we get crippled drunk. OTPT is carrying a couch cushion around from house to house in his mouth, we're going to a bunch of parties, the usual.

Cops rolled up to the house we're currently at and tackled someone in the driveway. I naturally think "I gotta get outta here". I walk alongside the house and there's a swarm of cops. They fuckin handcuffed me and gave me a breathalyzer, wrote me an MIP and sent me on my way. I'm a drunk idiot freshman with no idea how to get back to Brody from Durand Street so I wander around for a while until I find my way back. OTPT and his buddies are sitting outside the dorm smoking darts and laughing at me as I walk up to the door. My shitty ASMSU lawyer gets the MIP down to a $500 littering ticket which leads to me getting a job at the caf where I went on to make a killing, get free food for 5 years, and meet my lady friend. Good experience in the end

Tim Wakefield wrote:Here's one of my nominees

I lived southeast of campus one year. Went to a house party on Center Street (in that area, maybe another steeet. Idk) and drank wayyyyy too much. Anyway I blacked the fuck out and apparently tried walking home. I ended up sleeping on a park bench in an Okemos park. City worker opened the park up at 7:00am and told me to scram or she'd call the cops. I was still plastered, scratches all over my legs from who knows what. Phone was dead so I walked to Meijer and waited for a bus to go home. Passed out again at the bus stop and woke up around 10. Went inside Meijer for some water, grabbed the next bus, and got home before any of my roommates woke up. Brutal night

InTenSity wrote:I don't remember April.

Other Teams Pursuing That wrote:

There’s a few but what comes to mind is being carried back to cedar village with my pants at my ankles.

tGreenWay wrote:Details are too fuzzy, but my friends have all said that when I drink, I turn into a pig, too.

aualum06 wrote:

tGreenWay wrote:Details are too fuzzy, but my friends have all said that when I drink, I turn into a pig, too.

Rolling down the hill pig drunk?

tGreenWay wrote:Details are too fuzzy, but my friends have all said that when I drink, I turn into a pig, too.

aualum06 wrote:

tGreenWay wrote:Details are too fuzzy, but my friends have all said that when I drink, I turn into a pig, too.

Rolling down the hill pig drunk?

Turtleneck wrote:

tGreenWay wrote:Details are too fuzzy, but my friends have all said that when I drink, I turn into a pig, too.

Hmm. Seems like you're always drinking.

Robert J Sakimano wrote:I got two MIP's in the same night.. you'd think/hope that I'd dial back after the first one.

Was arrested another time - had a court date in Durham County, NC. Got drunk as hell the night before with one of my buddies at Duke and hooked up with girl that lived around the corner. She was pretty hot for a Duke student, as I recall.

Another story - my buddy played football at Duke - they beat Clemson at Wallace Wade, probably fall '89. Had been drinking since 8:00 am, so we ran onto the field and tore down the goalpost. I think Clemson was, like, #5 or so and Duke football was, well, Duke football - so tearing down the goalpost seemed like a good idea.

oddly enough, I settled down in college. I did more drinking and stupid stuff when I was in high school. Mornings I woke up in a place and I had no recollection of how I got there.

Senior Dickfist wrote:Well, I'm a recovering alcoholic.  I'd tell you the drunkest I've been, but I do not remember.  Also, I will not be asking my wife, who thankfully stuck with me, as it would cause emotions in her that she never should have had to deal with in the first place.

To put it into context for those who have not been close to someone who has become an alcoholic, a story I do remember...the day I checked myself into the hospital.  That day was July 26th, 2019.  

My wife had tried to get me to go to the hospital the day before.  Being very drunk, very stubborn and beyond stupid, I told her that I will not be going to the hospital.  I knew she was right and that my time was quickly coming to an end if I continued down my path.  I woke up the next morning and drank my Sunday breakfast.  Vodka, maybe with some soda or something.  Either way, I was making drinks so strong at that point, they'd make anyone drunk.  After getting good and drunk again, I happened to fall in the middle of my living room.  I couldn't really get up and realized at that point that all of this insanity had to stop.  

I called my wife at work, told her she was right and asked if she'd take me to the hospital.  She agreed and helped start my path to recovery.  

We arrived at the hospital and checked into the emergency room.  Due to my physical condition, I still could not walk well and they moved me to a waiting room for admission.  By the time they administered a BAC, it had been at 2 hours + since my last drink and was still early afternoon.  My blood alcohol level was 0.024 and I felt sober at that point.   Obviously, I was far from sober, but I had been drunk for so long that I think my body had forgotten was being sober actually felt like.

I spent 8 days in the hospital being physically detoxed and given medication to help prevent seizures.  I've dealt with the mental part on my own.  I've been lucky in that regard that I've been able to help myself.  Starting 7.27.19, I have not had a single drop of alcohol and do not plan to again.

Do I miss drinking?  Yes, I miss when I could drink responsibly and have fun like a adult.  Do I have an issue being around alcohol now?  No, before the lock-down, I would walk to the same restaurant that I used to drink in every day for lunch, but now it was for a salad.  I lost 35lb, got my blood pressure, cholesterol and diabetes under control.  I might actually be able to get off of the diabetes meds altogether soon.  

It's still very easy not to drink, because all I remember is how bad living 24/7 with the worst hangover ever feels like.

I didn't write this as a warning or anything preachy.  I simply don't remember the drunkest I've been, started writing and this came out.

Senior Dickfist wrote:Well, I'm a recovering alcoholic.  I'd tell you the drunkest I've been, but I do not remember.  Also, I will not be asking my wife, who thankfully stuck with me, as it would cause emotions in her that she never should have had to deal with in the first place.

To put it into context for those who have not been close to someone who has become an alcoholic, a story I do remember...the day I checked myself into the hospital.  That day was July 26th, 2019.  

My wife had tried to get me to go to the hospital the day before.  Being very drunk, very stubborn and beyond stupid, I told her that I will not be going to the hospital.  I knew she was right and that my time was quickly coming to an end if I continued down my path.  I woke up the next morning and drank my Sunday breakfast.  Vodka, maybe with some soda or something.  Either way, I was making drinks so strong at that point, they'd make anyone drunk.  After getting good and drunk again, I happened to fall in the middle of my living room.  I couldn't really get up and realized at that point that all of this insanity had to stop.  

I called my wife at work, told her she was right and asked if she'd take me to the hospital.  She agreed and helped start my path to recovery.  

We arrived at the hospital and checked into the emergency room.  Due to my physical condition, I still could not walk well and they moved me to a waiting room for admission.  By the time they administered a BAC, it had been at 2 hours + since my last drink and was still early afternoon.  My blood alcohol level was 0.024 and I felt sober at that point.   Obviously, I was far from sober, but I had been drunk for so long that I think my body had forgotten was being sober actually felt like.

I spent 8 days in the hospital being physically detoxed and given medication to help prevent seizures.  I've dealt with the mental part on my own.  I've been lucky in that regard that I've been able to help myself.  Starting 7.27.19, I have not had a single drop of alcohol and do not plan to again.

Do I miss drinking?  Yes, I miss when I could drink responsibly and have fun like a adult.  Do I have an issue being around alcohol now?  No, before the lock-down, I would walk to the same restaurant that I used to drink in every day for lunch, but now it was for a salad.  I lost 35lb, got my blood pressure, cholesterol and diabetes under control.  I might actually be able to get off of the diabetes meds altogether soon.  

It's still very easy not to drink, because all I remember is how bad living 24/7 with the worst hangover ever feels like.

I didn't write this as a warning or anything preachy.  I simply don't remember the drunkest I've been, started writing and this came out.

Senior Dickfist wrote:Well, I'm a recovering alcoholic.  I'd tell you the drunkest I've been, but I do not remember.  Also, I will not be asking my wife, who thankfully stuck with me, as it would cause emotions in her that she never should have had to deal with in the first place.

To put it into context for those who have not been close to someone who has become an alcoholic, a story I do remember...the day I checked myself into the hospital.  That day was July 26th, 2019.  

My wife had tried to get me to go to the hospital the day before.  Being very drunk, very stubborn and beyond stupid, I told her that I will not be going to the hospital.  I knew she was right and that my time was quickly coming to an end if I continued down my path.  I woke up the next morning and drank my Sunday breakfast.  Vodka, maybe with some soda or something.  Either way, I was making drinks so strong at that point, they'd make anyone drunk.  After getting good and drunk again, I happened to fall in the middle of my living room.  I couldn't really get up and realized at that point that all of this insanity had to stop.  

I called my wife at work, told her she was right and asked if she'd take me to the hospital.  She agreed and helped start my path to recovery.  

We arrived at the hospital and checked into the emergency room.  Due to my physical condition, I still could not walk well and they moved me to a waiting room for admission.  By the time they administered a BAC, it had been at 2 hours + since my last drink and was still early afternoon.  My blood alcohol level was 0.024 and I felt sober at that point.   Obviously, I was far from sober, but I had been drunk for so long that I think my body had forgotten was being sober actually felt like.

I spent 8 days in the hospital being physically detoxed and given medication to help prevent seizures.  I've dealt with the mental part on my own.  I've been lucky in that regard that I've been able to help myself.  Starting 7.27.19, I have not had a single drop of alcohol and do not plan to again.

Do I miss drinking?  Yes, I miss when I could drink responsibly and have fun like a adult.  Do I have an issue being around alcohol now?  No, before the lock-down, I would walk to the same restaurant that I used to drink in every day for lunch, but now it was for a salad.  I lost 35lb, got my blood pressure, cholesterol and diabetes under control.  I might actually be able to get off of the diabetes meds altogether soon.  

It's still very easy not to drink, because all I remember is how bad living 24/7 with the worst hangover ever feels like.

I didn't write this as a warning or anything preachy.  I simply don't remember the drunkest I've been, started writing and this came out.

Robert J Sakimano wrote:I got two MIP's in the same night.. you'd think/hope that I'd dial back after the first one.

Was arrested another time - had a court date in Durham County, NC. Got drunk as hell the night before with one of my buddies at Duke and hooked up with girl that lived around the corner. She was pretty hot for a Duke student, as I recall.

Another story - my buddy played football at Duke - they beat Clemson at Wallace Wade, probably fall '89. Had been drinking since 8:00 am, so we ran onto the field and tore down the goalpost. I think Clemson was, like, #5 or so and Duke football was, well, Duke football - so tearing down the goalpost seemed like a good idea.

oddly enough, I settled down in college. I did more drinking and stupid stuff when I was in high school. Mornings I woke up in a place and I had no recollection of how I got there.

Dendrobates wrote:I don’t think I have any great drunk stories. I either don’t remember, or ended up puking.

Most funny stories involve me having to pee. I fell in the red cedar river after drinking. I was squatting on the edge, slipped, and fell in.

In Rochester , my DD pulled over at a 7/11 so I could use the bathroom. The guy wouldn’t let me (even if I bought a drink), so I peed on the side of the building. I have a pathetic bladder guys.

Senior Dickfist wrote:Well, I'm a recovering alcoholic.  I'd tell you the drunkest I've been, but I do not remember.  Also, I will not be asking my wife, who thankfully stuck with me, as it would cause emotions in her that she never should have had to deal with in the first place.

To put it into context for those who have not been close to someone who has become an alcoholic, a story I do remember...the day I checked myself into the hospital.  That day was July 26th, 2019.  

My wife had tried to get me to go to the hospital the day before.  Being very drunk, very stubborn and beyond stupid, I told her that I will not be going to the hospital.  I knew she was right and that my time was quickly coming to an end if I continued down my path.  I woke up the next morning and drank my Sunday breakfast.  Vodka, maybe with some soda or something.  Either way, I was making drinks so strong at that point, they'd make anyone drunk.  After getting good and drunk again, I happened to fall in the middle of my living room.  I couldn't really get up and realized at that point that all of this insanity had to stop.  

I called my wife at work, told her she was right and asked if she'd take me to the hospital.  She agreed and helped start my path to recovery.  

We arrived at the hospital and checked into the emergency room.  Due to my physical condition, I still could not walk well and they moved me to a waiting room for admission.  By the time they administered a BAC, it had been at 2 hours + since my last drink and was still early afternoon.  My blood alcohol level was 0.024 and I felt sober at that point.   Obviously, I was far from sober, but I had been drunk for so long that I think my body had forgotten was being sober actually felt like.

I spent 8 days in the hospital being physically detoxed and given medication to help prevent seizures.  I've dealt with the mental part on my own.  I've been lucky in that regard that I've been able to help myself.  Starting 7.27.19, I have not had a single drop of alcohol and do not plan to again.

Do I miss drinking?  Yes, I miss when I could drink responsibly and have fun like a adult.  Do I have an issue being around alcohol now?  No, before the lock-down, I would walk to the same restaurant that I used to drink in every day for lunch, but now it was for a salad.  I lost 35lb, got my blood pressure, cholesterol and diabetes under control.  I might actually be able to get off of the diabetes meds altogether soon.  

It's still very easy not to drink, because all I remember is how bad living 24/7 with the worst hangover ever feels like.

I didn't write this as a warning or anything preachy.  I simply don't remember the drunkest I've been, started writing and this came out.

Senior Dickfist wrote:Well, I'm a recovering alcoholic.  I'd tell you the drunkest I've been, but I do not remember.  Also, I will not be asking my wife, who thankfully stuck with me, as it would cause emotions in her that she never should have had to deal with in the first place.

To put it into context for those who have not been close to someone who has become an alcoholic, a story I do remember...the day I checked myself into the hospital.  That day was July 26th, 2019.  

My wife had tried to get me to go to the hospital the day before.  Being very drunk, very stubborn and beyond stupid, I told her that I will not be going to the hospital.  I knew she was right and that my time was quickly coming to an end if I continued down my path.  I woke up the next morning and drank my Sunday breakfast.  Vodka, maybe with some soda or something.  Either way, I was making drinks so strong at that point, they'd make anyone drunk.  After getting good and drunk again, I happened to fall in the middle of my living room.  I couldn't really get up and realized at that point that all of this insanity had to stop.  

I called my wife at work, told her she was right and asked if she'd take me to the hospital.  She agreed and helped start my path to recovery.  

We arrived at the hospital and checked into the emergency room.  Due to my physical condition, I still could not walk well and they moved me to a waiting room for admission.  By the time they administered a BAC, it had been at 2 hours + since my last drink and was still early afternoon.  My blood alcohol level was 0.024 and I felt sober at that point.   Obviously, I was far from sober, but I had been drunk for so long that I think my body had forgotten was being sober actually felt like.

I spent 8 days in the hospital being physically detoxed and given medication to help prevent seizures.  I've dealt with the mental part on my own.  I've been lucky in that regard that I've been able to help myself.  Starting 7.27.19, I have not had a single drop of alcohol and do not plan to again.

Do I miss drinking?  Yes, I miss when I could drink responsibly and have fun like a adult.  Do I have an issue being around alcohol now?  No, before the lock-down, I would walk to the same restaurant that I used to drink in every day for lunch, but now it was for a salad.  I lost 35lb, got my blood pressure, cholesterol and diabetes under control.  I might actually be able to get off of the diabetes meds altogether soon.  

It's still very easy not to drink, because all I remember is how bad living 24/7 with the worst hangover ever feels like.

I didn't write this as a warning or anything preachy.  I simply don't remember the drunkest I've been, started writing and this came out.

Senior Dickfist wrote:Well, I'm a recovering alcoholic.  I'd tell you the drunkest I've been, but I do not remember.  Also, I will not be asking my wife, who thankfully stuck with me, as it would cause emotions in her that she never should have had to deal with in the first place.

To put it into context for those who have not been close to someone who has become an alcoholic, a story I do remember...the day I checked myself into the hospital.  That day was July 26th, 2019.  

My wife had tried to get me to go to the hospital the day before.  Being very drunk, very stubborn and beyond stupid, I told her that I will not be going to the hospital.  I knew she was right and that my time was quickly coming to an end if I continued down my path.  I woke up the next morning and drank my Sunday breakfast.  Vodka, maybe with some soda or something.  Either way, I was making drinks so strong at that point, they'd make anyone drunk.  After getting good and drunk again, I happened to fall in the middle of my living room.  I couldn't really get up and realized at that point that all of this insanity had to stop.  

I called my wife at work, told her she was right and asked if she'd take me to the hospital.  She agreed and helped start my path to recovery.  

We arrived at the hospital and checked into the emergency room.  Due to my physical condition, I still could not walk well and they moved me to a waiting room for admission.  By the time they administered a BAC, it had been at 2 hours + since my last drink and was still early afternoon.  My blood alcohol level was 0.024 and I felt sober at that point.   Obviously, I was far from sober, but I had been drunk for so long that I think my body had forgotten was being sober actually felt like.

I spent 8 days in the hospital being physically detoxed and given medication to help prevent seizures.  I've dealt with the mental part on my own.  I've been lucky in that regard that I've been able to help myself.  Starting 7.27.19, I have not had a single drop of alcohol and do not plan to again.

Do I miss drinking?  Yes, I miss when I could drink responsibly and have fun like a adult.  Do I have an issue being around alcohol now?  No, before the lock-down, I would walk to the same restaurant that I used to drink in every day for lunch, but now it was for a salad.  I lost 35lb, got my blood pressure, cholesterol and diabetes under control.  I might actually be able to get off of the diabetes meds altogether soon.  

It's still very easy not to drink, because all I remember is how bad living 24/7 with the worst hangover ever feels like.

I didn't write this as a warning or anything preachy.  I simply don't remember the drunkest I've been, started writing and this came out.

tGreenWay wrote:

Robert J Sakimano wrote:I got two MIP's in the same night.. you'd think/hope that I'd dial back after the first one.

Was arrested another time - had a court date in Durham County, NC. Got drunk as hell the night before with one of my buddies at Duke and hooked up with girl that lived around the corner. She was pretty hot for a Duke student, as I recall.

Another story - my buddy played football at Duke - they beat Clemson at Wallace Wade, probably fall '89. Had been drinking since 8:00 am, so we ran onto the field and tore down the goalpost. I think Clemson was, like, #5 or so and Duke football was, well, Duke football - so tearing down the goalpost seemed like a good idea.

oddly enough, I settled down in college. I did more drinking and stupid stuff when I was in high school. Mornings I woke up in a place and I had no recollection of how I got there.

Ah yes, I remember it well...
Duke Coach Steve Spurrier had given the Blue Devils only a one-in-a-million chance of beating No. 6 Clemson. But Spurrier watched that day as his team hit the jackpot when a seven yard TD pass with three minutes and change left in the game put the Dukies over the Tigers, 21-17.
'This is one all of us will remember the rest of our lives,' said Spurrier, who publicly laid out his odds after the Blue Devils were blasted 48-29 at Virginia the previous Saturday.

Robert J Sakimano wrote:

tGreenWay wrote:


Ah yes, I remember it well...
Duke Coach Steve Spurrier had given the Blue Devils only a one-in-a-million chance of beating No. 6 Clemson. But Spurrier watched that day as his team hit the jackpot when a seven yard TD pass with three minutes and change left in the game put the Dukies over the Tigers, 21-17.
'This is one all of us will remember the rest of our lives,' said Spurrier, who publicly laid out his odds after the Blue Devils were blasted 48-29 at Virginia the previous Saturday.

Yep. Good times.

I don't make stuff up.

Cameron wrote:Mine was NYE, I think around 2015ish. I blacked out before the ball dropped (doing shots of Polish vodka with my Russian friend, go figure), don't have a great story to go along with it. I've browned out many times (where I could recall events/details only after being reminded of them), that was one of the two or three true blackouts I've ever had. There were many people at that NYE party that I have no recollection of seeing that night.