Alcohol...(and the unforunate results ofusing it)

[Mace MacLeod]

Booze is about knowing your limits. Had plenty of positive and negative experiences, from hangovers to bazooka-barfing to messed-up gigs, and I've had to simply accept the fact that no matter how much fun the gig/party/get-together/pub night might be, it's a big mistake for me to make that second trip to the liquor store. In a pub, 7-8 pints of the black stuff and maybe a sambuca shooter or two is my limit. Those parties where wall-to-wall vomiting is the cherished outcome really aren't my thing.

 

Tips: don't mix your drinks. Stick with one form of booze per night. Don't drink a case of beer then switch to whiskey sours or lighter fluid.

To help mitigate the impending hangover, drink at least 500 ml of water and pop a couple of tylenols just before bed. Helps the dehydration and resulting headache.

[RC-1162]

I was drunk only once... and that was when i was 5 years old. . You see, i was too young to know what alcohol can do to you, or even what alcohol is. I

 

The story goes like this: my father put a beer into a cold water and left me alone with it. That's when i got the opportunity to "taste" the forbidden. Ofcourse i did not only "taste" it, but drank the whole bottle (0,5dl), because it tasted good to me. 0.5dl doesn't seem like much, but it's A LOT for a 5 year old. Anyway, the alcohol didn't make me very happy, but very angry. I got angry with anyone that merely looked at me and said some things that i don't remember anymore today (i know they weren't pretty words though). After an hour or so i fell asleep on the floor.

 

After that experiance, i never touched alcohol again, and probably never will.

 

bloody hell! you drank at age five?

 

@BFA: how did you sleep through the whole night with your head split open?

[The Doctor]

I like Holland's system better. I like Holland's system for everything better, actually.

[Emperor Devon]

@ED, Actually, I'm pretty sure I've heard that drinking a little wine now and then is actually very healthy and can prolong life. Supposedly france has a better health somethin' or other because of it. Not sure were I heard about the research.

 

I've heard that a few times, but the logic of it seems dubious. I'll have to look it up.

[Samnmax221]

I've had alcohol in small amounts before, its nothing special. Come to think of it, it's a waste of time, money, liver, brain, and maybe your life. I haven't drank any in over a year, and don't plan on ever drinking again. I'd much rather spend my money on something I'll have something to show for it later on.

[Ztalker]

I like Holland's system better. I like Holland's system for everything better, actually.

Except for the driving-licenses...you have to be 18 to get one

It's the opposite world...we may legally end up drunk before even attemtping to obtain a drivers license, while the American youths are already driving cars for years when they first come in contcact with alcohol.

Compared, and imo, the Dutch (and European) system is better...

[Alegis]

Always sober. Well, just returned from trip to Turkey and one night I did have bit too much of drink (slight problems with balance). But never lost conciousness or reduced reasoning abilities.

 

I find the thought of losing my mind and not being in control of myself rather revolting.

[ET Warrior]

I have the fortunate ability of not getting hungover even after excessive drinking.

 

This will not last my whole life, I'm sure in a couple years or so, maybe after I hit 25 I'll start having to deal with that. But for now, I like to take advantage of it.

 

I have had a few blackout instances after excessive drinking, but only twice have I had enough to drink to result in vomitting. Both times I was able to make it to a sink beforehand, so I've never dealt with a mess.

 

One of the times I got blackout drunk I woke up the next day to a few strange revelations. The first one was that there was a soaking wet T-shirt laying in the middle of the floor. Upon further investigation I found my sink had water splashed EVERYwhere. My conclusion is that in my drunken stupor I took a shirt out of my closet, soaked it in my sink, and threw it down on my floor.

Why I would do this, I cannot fathom, but I can't think of any other explanation.

[Bimmerman]

I have the fortunate ability of not getting hungover even after excessive drinking.

 

Same. I doubt it'll last but it makes college so much better.

 

As for the question of Us vs other systems, the US system does not work at all. Most kids start drinking in High School (~14yo), even tho you can't legally until you are 21. If the DUI laws were mush harsher(like in europe) rather than a monetary slap on the wrist a 21yo limit would be pointless. As it stands, because it is illegal, kids drink it. Like with weed- it's forbidden and is therefore far more intereseting(and no i don't smoke).

[Jae Onasi]

The age limit here in the US is 21 because of a. teen drunk driving is (theoretically) minimized and b. the impulse control centers of the brain are more developed at 21 than 18, so theoretically the drinker will have more forethought about getting snockered.

 

My best experience was when I was camping at an event with a bunch of friends from my town. We here camping for the week, had no worries about driving, were at a safe campgroung, life was good. The only bad thing was Jimbo was stuck working for Uncle Sam that weekend, so he wasn't able to attend the event.

 

Anyway, I'd just finished working during a very warm afternoon on a field, passing out water to folks and doing first aid. I trudged back to my campsite, hot and tired. I headed to my tent to get a Diet Pepsi (Elixir of the Goddesses) when my campmate Sherry called me over. "Jae, I have some pina colada here!" I debated, since I hadn't eaten yet, but then she said, "It's cold."

 

I was sold and got my beer-stein sized mug, which she filled to the very top with TGIF Pina colada straight from the bottle. It was ice-cold and fabulous, and rather thick for a drink, but I wasn't thinking about that then.

About 1/8th of the way thru, the buzz started. I said "Wow, this is really strong."

She looked at the instructions of the bottle for a moment and replied, "Oh, we're supposed to be mixing this with ice."

 

We laughed and continued drinking it without the ice. Of course, this should have been my first clue that maybe we should have gotten some ice, but I didn't care at that point because it was cold, my tired feet were propped up, and I was feeling a little too mellow to get up.

 

Shortly thereafter, another friend, Jeff, came over, saw we were drinking and laughing hysterically, and went to get his 151 proof rum out of his tent. I promptly added the rum to the over-strong pina colada mix, because apparently 80 proof wasn't good enough. It did have the benefit of making the pina colada a little less thick, however, and that was beneficial. We started talking and degenerated to dirty jokes. The conversation theme for the evening developed into "f---ing like bunnies" (because yes, I do let loose the f-bomb every now and then), and every time one of us said it we all laughed loudly, clicked mugs together, and took another drink. We finished off the bottle of TGIF pina colada and switched to Rum-and-Diet Pepsi (since that's lower calorie, of course).

 

At some point, we got the munchies and pulled out tortilla chips, Doritoes, and Oreos--always an excellent combo with Pina coladas and Rum-and-cokes.

Sometime while we were eating, Sherry exclaimed, "Jae!! You just ate a bug!!"

"I did not. It was a broken tortilla chip that fell on my shirt!"

"It was a bug. We saw it," added Jeff.

"I swear, it was a tortilla chip. Besides, it was crunchy."

"So are bugs!"

"Yeah, but it was salty, too!"

"And so are bugs!"

Somehow I had managed to keep one brain cell functioning, and so I asked, "Jeff, how do you know bugs are salty?"

He didn't have a good answer for that. To this day, I maintain it was a broken tortilla chip. To this day, they still claim it was a bug.

 

After that, the three of us decided to do a walk about camp. We quickly discovered that the gravel road that was flat earlier that day actually had developed an incline while we were drinking, and we found ourselves holding each other up and trying not to fall down the hill. I think I had to hold Jeff up by the belt when he started to veer down the side of the road. Fortunately I was in the middle of our stumbling threesome, so I did not experience the problem of falling over....

 

After walking around the camp saluting our friends and gleefully sharing the "f-bombing like bunnies!" theme with everyone, nature called. We decided to make our way to the nearby portajohns. After we helped Jeff into one of them with the admonition "Don't pee on the seat!!", we ladies did our business and found our way back out safely.

 

The bad thing about portajohns is that they have no lights in them. It is remarkably dark in a portajohn at night, and when you're inebriated, the laws of physics are altered such that it's even darker. All three of us thought to bring our refilled mugs with us on the walk (stagger) through camp, because we did have our priorities, you know. However, not one of us thought to bring a flashlight.

 

After some unspecified amount of time, undoubtedly too long for us even if it had been only 2.8 seconds, we gals decided Jeff had been in the john just a little too long. After banging on the walls and scaring the snot (among other things) out of him, we asked loudly, at some unknown decibel, but it may have been approaching eardrum-damaging loud, if the Tidy Bowl Man had come for him. Jeff informed us that we could go do something with ourselves that is anatomically impossible for females to accomplish. This made us howl even louder and bang on the portajohn a little more. We warned him not to let the Tidy Bowl Man grab anything and asked if there were any, you guessed it, copulating bunnies located inside. This elicited a couple more colorful expletives which had us ladies virtually rolling on the ground laughing. In fact, we were laughing so hard that it took us several moments to realize that Jeff was experiencing some distress. When we realized that he was not yelling because he was laughing but was yelling for help, we experienced some level of sobriety. Not much, given our condition, but every little bit helps.

"Help!" called Jeff.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Being the medical type, I had a number of scenarios passing before my eyes, including having things stuck where they shouldn't be stuck in portajohns, and who I was going to get to help, because I obviously was way too impaired to do anything more useful at that point than to encourage him that only a few hundred people would see him in a compromised state should we have to call 911.

He replied, "I can't find the door!"

Sherry and I decided to put our banging on the walls to good use and informed him that the door was the side we were banging on, and explained how to lift the handle to open the door. After a few tries, he was finally successful and expressed his great relief that he wasn't going to have to sleep on hard wet plastic that night.

 

At some point during our trek through camp, it occured to us that it was getting rather late (the fact that we overheard a lot of snoring and other noises coming from tents being our clue), and that even humping bunnies need to rest sometime. We decided we'd escort Jeff to his tent, since we girls were camping next to each other and could hold each other up on the trip back, whereas Jeff was by himself and had no one to keep him from falling down the flat street-turned-steep-hill.

 

We approached his tent, only to find ourselves in front of one of the event officers. We girls curtsied. Jeff fell flat on his face at her feet. We girls expressed our concern by helping him back up, but only after we laughed.

The event officer commented to Jeff that she thought it was a good idea if he headed to bed since he could hardly walk.

Jeff responded, "I didn't fall! I was prostrating myself at your feet!"

We girls thought that this logic indicated that perhaps he might be sobering up and offered him a drink from our mugs, though somehow we managed enough discretion to not bring up bunnies doing the wild thing to the event officer. I didn't want the bunnies to miss out on anything.

 

Sherry and I got Jeff to his tent and then headed back to our tents, holding each other up, because the flat road had gotten even steeper. Happily, I remembered to drink a big glass of water and take tylenol and an antacid before bed.

 

In the morning when Sherry's junior-high school aged son smirked and asked me how I was feeling, I just took another bite of my cherry Pop-tart and a sip of my Diet Pepsi (and managed to keep them down without looking green), smiled sweetly, and said "I'm just fine. Why do you ask?"

[milo]

{snip big-ass text}

OH. MY. GOD.

 

I under-estimated you Jae.

[montnoir]

Happily, I remembered to drink a big glass of water and take tylenol and an antacid before bed.

... say what?

Is it something americans do?

 

Water is good though, good for your health and all.

[The_Catto]

@RC-1162

I have no idea really. i couldnt feel anything, so i had no idea i had split it open ... and it was lucky because it was only about 4 in the morning when we ended up at the park. and i ended up getting to the hospital after 8am ... so it wasnt that long.

[St. Jimmy]

Wonderfull stuff text.

Wow. and I thought you liking Larry Boy was cool. Also, You're an excellent story-teller..

[Ztalker]

Originally Posted by Jae Onasi Uber Adventure

Imo, that's a nice example of the good effects of alcohol

 

Okay...since Jea was so honest to tell her story, I'll go and explain the story behind the photo (page 1).

Okay. As you can see, there's some lather (if that's the correct word) haning around me and my mate. The reason? We Dutch are crazy. We just isolate the deejay set with some plastic, hire a huge 'lather' cannon, and start partying.

 

It was very cool! under 'soaked' circumstances, everything seems alot better (If you get what I mean... ).

So...I was very happy, since I obviously like lather. There was only 1 problem. My little brother left for the club before me. And right after, his soccer coach (He plays for a professional soccer team) rang, and told us to get him home, because he was needed the day after, at another team.

 

So I rush (with some friends) too the club, where my brother had just bought a few 'coins' (which you can exchange for drinks. Lather isn't good for money), which he needed to dispose of, since he had to go home.

Luckily, I was there to sacrafice myself.

So I bought them over (for a bit lower price), and bought some more of my own. I walked in, walked straight to the bar, got me a cola/rum mix, walked towards the table of my mates. By the time I got there, however, I had already finished my drink. (Bad omen?)

 

The lather kept on rising, and I kept on drinking.

It was then when I made the most stupid mistake possible: I switched drinks.

From my mix-drinks, I switched to beer. Supported by my uncles (who kept giving me) and myself (I liked it) I slowly started to cross the famous 'drunken' line. And then, all of a sudden, I blacked out.

The things that happened next are unknown to me, so I had to hear from my friends...

 

Apparently, me and my 3 mates were dancing with a group of girls. The problem was...we were so drunk that we didn't recognise them...they live in the exact same town as we do. And that we didn't really like them

Then, we switched to 'another' group, after realising the 'truth.' We went outside, laughed a bit. Then, a clever fellow got the idea to go and dive into the little lake behind the club (Clean water, small town, no problem). And so we did. At 3:AM, in a lake, behind a club.

We then all went inside again.

 

Another thing I have done (they say), is that I would have 'judo-flipped' some people into the lather. Including some girls, people I don't know, my brother, etc.

 

Right after that, in a rush os sanity, I decided to go home.

Together with a mate we set for home. The next morning, I woke up with a HUGE hangover (I didn't vomit..I'm stronger then that ). I got some milk, water (to hide the stench a bit) and got on MSN, asking my friends about the holes in my memory.

 

NEVER again...

[ET Warrior]

... say what?

Is it something americans do?

It's something people looking to avoid hangovers do. The water keeps you from getting dehydrated which is the main cause of muscle and head-aches the next morning, tylenol is an added pain-killer to help out, and the antacid is to prevent nausea and throwin' up.

[HerbieZ]

Best thing is go to a pub with a group of friends and buy non-alcoholic beer for one person all night and watch him make an arse of himself. Most of us were utterly confused as to how he was more drunk than the rest of us who actually had been drinking alcohol!

[Jae Onasi]

@Z--you are so seriously lucky that none of you drowned.... Whew. Sounds like you had a good time earning that hangover, however.

 

Best thing is go to a pub with a group of friends and buy non-alcoholic beer for one person all night and watch him make an arse of himself. Most of us were utterly confused as to how he was more drunk than the rest of us who actually had been drinking alcohol!

 

Placebo effect--works about 30% of the time.

 

 

OH. MY. GOD.

I under-estimated you Jae.

 

I have my moments now and then.

[Emperor Devon]

Very entertaining story, Jae.

 

Unique opinion on Diet Pepsi, too.

[Maverick5770]

I've only tasted alcohol twice, not counting what I've eaten in chocolates. I tasted a tiny bit of Rum and one sip beer. The beer made me want to puke, after just one sip. The rum wasn't bad, but thinking about what alcohol does to your Liver, Kidneys, Brain, wallet, I think I'll avoid it, completely. So if you ever need a driver, you know who to call.

[RaV™]

Hmm, the greatest time I have had drunk was a few weeks ago. Got knocked out over somethings that would hardly work unless you had a lot of it. Swam in a public pool at night where it was freezing also after getting out and drying myself off friends and I decided it would be fun to throw every single table, lawn chair, anything movable into the pool. The only bad thing was that I threw something in and forgot to let go of it. So I got drenched again, but I enjoyed the time even though I had a horrible head ache.

[Jae Onasi]

Very entertaining story, Jae.

 

Unique opinion on Diet Pepsi, too.

 

We did have a very good time that night. I became a big fan of 151 rum for such events.

 

[Matre]And if said Elixir of the Goddesses happens to come with chocolates, backrubs, and Orlando Bloom (should Jimbo be unavailable), so much the better. [/Matre]

 

@ St. Jimmy--Larry Boy is still way more cool than any intoxication celebrations. You get all the hilarity minus the hangovers.

[Emperor Devon]

[Matre]And if said Elixir of the Goddesses happens to come with chocolates, backrubs, and Orlando Bloom (should Jimbo be unavailable), so much the better. [/Matre]

 

Nope, not quite an Honored Matre.

 

[Matre]Elixir of the Goddesses WILL come with chocolates, backrubs, and Jimbo, or several of the lesser sex will be fed to Futars. [/Matre]

 

Thank God the women of this universe aren't as fearsome as some of the ones in Dune...