Right, there are a few people on VR who like a drink. This is for those drinkers amongst us.
I'm after your bestest drunken stories. Stuff that you have done or said when drunk which, is funny, embarrasing, amazing, or otherwise of interest.
I'm fairly good with my drink. For a start I don't drink THAT much, THAT often, especially compared to some uni students I know, but I'm certainly not opposed to the odd drink and can sometimes get the worse for wear.
I don't have any really good drunken stories, but the first time I ever got drunk with my college mates (I was about 17/18) resulted in a few embarrasing incidents.
The mates I went out with were trying to get me drunk. I think they thought it would be funny to see me drunk. They peppered me with vodka, whisky (which, still to this day I can't even SMELL) and beer and because of not only the mixtures but the sheer volume of drink I quaffed, I was bloody p*ssed.
The first set of 'incidents' occured when a group of female 'University of Central England' lecturers decided to come sit by us and be, er...'friendly'. Luckily, I was sitting in the middle of my friends and not directly by the ones who were touching the knees of my friends. Half way through this meeting I just lied down on the seat (which, defies Physics really) and went to sleep. However, 10 minutes later I awoke, sat up, looked around and could not for the life of me remember who these people were. I just shouted, in a drunken slur of messed up syllables "Who are all you?" They left soon after. I like to think I saved my friends from God Knows What that night.
The trip back to my Gran's (where I'd be crashing that night with a mate) was also eventful. Firstly, I scared a poor girl on a bench half to death, then I lied down in the Kwiksave entrance and went to sleep. I would later go on to work for Kwiksave. Some say it was written in the stars that night.
The best was yet to follow though, when I got to my poor Gran's house with my friend, I whispered to my Gran "See, him there (referring to my friend) he's a gay". Right. He wasn't. My Gran went to her death bed the following year thinking Alan was homosexual. Not that my Gran cared. I also called my mom up and accused her of being a vandal and a "character from Carry On film".
Ho hum.
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