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[mini93]

aaah, i dunno how i could have forgotten this one:

i got drunk in b'ham at carling accademy's subculture... i got real real bad, collapsed... some random girl helped my to medicle room...i gave the girl my home number where she phoned my mum to tell her that iw as going back to her place to recover because i was so bad...so we went outside, she said she was going back inside to tell my friends what happened n where im going, when she got back i had buggered off...in the night i lost my phone, house keys...for some reason i was topless

after i buggered off from this lass, she phoned my mum again to explain she was worried sick...there was about 3 hours that are unaccounted for...i booked into a travel lodge 8 miles from town (where i walked from!!!!) at 5am at a cost of £60 i phoned home to let mum know n i can just abotu remember that...i woke up at 9 when i realised i arranged to go be in town at 11 (back in leamington)....only then when i realised how far i had walked.

so yep....
thats £60 for 4 hours sleep
lost phone
lost keys
lost t-shirt
at least 8 mile walk
and no memory!

such a failure!

[Mini_Rob]

Before christmas I went to visit my brother at uni, and for a night out. We both go to the same uni, but I'm at the campus in Manchester, and he's in Crewe. While I was there a mutual friend was visiting as well, we went out to Liquid in stoke, and got rather drunk, like we normally do when we get together. One moment I was in Liquid, the next thing I remember wandering around stoke on my own, with my brother trying to phone me to find out where I was and why I wasnt on the bus back to crewe with them, was somewhere between 1:30 and 2:30 am. Anyway, eventually I find a taxi rank and a cash machine, manage to get some money out and get a taxi to get me back to crewe, and manage to get back to my brothers house. When I'd been on the phone to him though I'd told him not to worry and to go to bed, so when I get there I could get into the porch, but not into the house, couldnt manage to wake him or our mate by phoning them, or anyone in the house knocking on the door. So I sat down in the porch and went to sleep, until my brother phoned me in the morning asking where I was. Naturally when he opened the door my mate burst out laughing.

Last year when the 3 of us where on a night out in manchester my mate got last, phoned his dad telling him that '2 of manchesters finest constabulary are chasing me!' and then after we found him tried to get a taxi to take him home...to Barnet in london

[mini_mad69]

I like this thread.

Just a sample of the pictures I do not remember being taken.

[AndrewJ530]

Definately my worst drunken bad time is throwing up in my own draw. This is a perfectly plausible place to throw up if the draw is open when you go to sleep. However mine wasn't .

So somehow; i got out of bed, opened my draw, threw up all over my phone, wallet, keys (including works keys ), ipod and headphones. Then, closed the draw and didn't know i'd done it till the next morning when i got up to go to work .

Bad times lol!

[erica]

DISCLAIMER:

I in no way endorse irresponsible alcohol consumption. Not only is getting plastered very damaging your health, lets face it, it can be down right unnattractive if your trying to pick up. So kiddies, remember: Safe drinking!