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[–] nogre 0 points 0 points (+0|-0) ago 

Freshman year of college I had half a bottle of Jose and my buddy had half a bottle of Jack. It was Friday so we decided to pregame. We end up finishing both bottles. Before they were done, my buddy dared me to take Jose+Jack mixed shots. Don't do this... he chickened out, but it didn't save him.

My buddy wakes up the next morning and comes to see how I fared, but there is no answer at my door. Then he goes to the bathroom and sees puke everywhere. Everywhere. He thinks I puked all over the place and am passed out in my room. He can't wake me up as loud as he knocks and thinks I've choked. He gets the RA to break into my room but there was no one there.

I had gone to an end-of-semester Saturday morning finals review. Confused, my buddy goes back to his room and starts to see bits of puke on his bed. He had puked all over the bathroom and all over his bed, but didn't remember. I get back to my dorm room and find it open, and the RA makes him sheepishly explain what happened.

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[–] Space_Liger 0 points 0 points (+0|-0) ago  (edited ago)

I can't remember them. I've only gotten completely shitfaced a few times in my entire life. The few times I have, I've had the most disorienting mornings after.

I woke up in an apartment in Munich, covered in vomit in the bathtub. I didn't know anyone there. I wandered out quietly at around 6AM and found my way back to my hotel. I must have been lost and someone pulled a guardian angel move. I was FAR from my point of origin. Although, I don't know the full story. Either way it was better than waking up outside somewhere. I would have said thank you, but I was too embarrassed and didn't know how I got there. I didn't want to risk startling someone.

Another time I woke up on the back porch of a stranger's house, 5 blocks from my friend's home. Last they knew, I fell asleep on the back porch swing. I guess I tend to wander.

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[–] Mongolera [S] 0 points 0 points (+0|-0) ago 

That sounds like a fucking awesome story! And I hear ya, I had my fair share of really good drunken stories that I forgot about the morning after. Or rather, had to deal with the morning after.