Christantle wrote:Potarius wrote:
I probably have, too. Like that time I co-hosted a party in a trailer out in the woods, where I managed to drink six pints of beer, down six jello shots (80-proof taaka vodka), cup several handfuls of the same vodka jello and swallow it hole; I also had 3/4 of a bottle of sake, 1/4 bottle of of Stoli Peach, a swig of Stoli 100, a swig of Montezuma Silver, two shots of Captain Morgan, and two shots of Bacardi 151 (one shot of Captain and one shot of Bacardi went into a pint of beer, along with a bit of my sake; worst drink ever). This was all in less than three hours, and I topped it off with a bowl of dro.
I have no idea how I didn't get alcohol poisoning, but I blacked the fuck out for about two hours, and then proceeded to barf all over my friend's bathroom when we got back to his place. Oh, and while I was blacked out, I apparently banged some chick for half an hour; we broke the bed.
That's a lot of drinking. If you're blacked out, how can you do business with a girl?
That's the thing. I don't remember passing out or blacking out; I just don't have any recollection of those two hours, so I just say I blacked out. And it's not just a couple of people telling me I did crazy shit during that period of time, either. It was also a lot of people none of us knew before that night.
They told me I was waving at oncoming traffic (this was at 12 AM in the middle of nowhere) standing in the middle of the road, running all around the party asking people if they wanted Stoli, and that I was desperately trying to get a group of us to go small game sniping out in the woods. This was all before the thing with the girl happened. She called me the next morning, too... From a pay phone. And the number she'd left on my arm in marker had largely vanished from me puking all over it and just leaving it there all night.
