Out of Pod Experience

I guess the title says it all ! Will post one of my drunk stories shortly but feel free to endulge us with your drunkass funny story.



Okay so a friend of mine who moved out to Spain, came back home (Romania) for the holidays, ofc we got togheter and went out to a nightclub to get a couple of drinks, the couple of drinks soon became 2 bottles of vodka and assorted shots, us having a great time drunk as hell but still standing, we decide to finally call it a night, not knowing my friend wanted to go and get some hookers to entertain ourselves a little bit, but at the time i had a gf going on 2 years, ofc i did not remember that part but the next day after we met up he said to me that after he told me about his hooker plan the last thing i did was punch him, tell him i love my girlfriend and , running like a lunatic on the street, hitting a street pole from time to time and telling him to go f**K himself slowly but surely dissapearing in the night.^^
This is my drunk story, where is yours ?! ^^

(also i am sorry for my bad spelling ^^ )

Oh you know waking up in middle of winter on a bench somewhere ...



All fun.

It was so good I don't remember a thing.

There was this one time when I awoke in the morning in the back seat of my car, in the Waffle House parking lot. I have no idea how or why. vOv

ahah great story ^^

King's Cross?

bump gents, cmon more crazy drunk stories please

Woke up and said, "Dang, my nose hurts like hell!" Friends kind of come to and and yell "Hey, how's your foot!" Hmm, there are two scrape marks on those two hard bones that stick out on either side of your ankle. Seems OK. "Hey, don't you remember that taxi running over your foot? You could see it's back end bump up and down. Then you jumped up and started chasing it down the street trying to trying to kung fu it. Ha ha ha!"

Next morning in front of the apartment, a line of about 30 scooters are lying down dominoed side by side on the sidewalk. "Hey, don't you remember falling out of the taxi and knocking down all the scooters?" Erp, sorry about that all.

Tequila shots. Best done in a controlled environment. Maybe a padded room or something.

This is a story from a friend of mine...




My story:

My friend me invited to a Thanksgiving weekend Vegas trip with his family. Since most of my family had left town earlier (to some other boring place) in the week I decided it would be better than sitting at home alone.

And for background... my friend's family is a bunch of Filipinos... and not the small kind. These are the 300 lbs "we're-in-a-biker-gang-and-covered-in-tattoos" kind. I'm about 2/3s their weight and half their volume. So I'm the "runt" in the group.

As soon as we arrive in Vegas we hit the bars. One of my friend's uncles sweet talks one of the promo ladies standing outside into giving us her whole stack of coupons for 2-for-1 Tequila drinks.
Within about two hours all 12 of us have finished off half the stack. I personally have had somewhere in the range of 10 to 12 shots worth of hard liquor. I am both feeling great and awful at the same time.

Things get a little blurry around this time... I remember dancing with a woman who said she wanted me... but for some reason my friend was pulling me away... I couldn't understand anything he was saying.
NOTE: when I was more sober I was informed that the woman was ~40+ years my senior and had dentures

I wake up the next morning alone in the hotel room and tried to move... only to find myself still drunk.
I pull myself together and go downstairs to the lobby to find my friend and his family... and there they are drinking Irish Coffees and eating Rubens. I join them and quickly went from tipsy to hammered again.

Fastforwarding... I end up at a biker bar with my friend and all the males of his family. Things are loud and I'm nursing a watery beer... just... staring into it... feeling contemplative. Things get louder and I look up... and there are people fighting. Not yelling at each other mind you... I mean throwing punches. And more and more of these HUGE guys are piling in.
I knew I should have been terrified and gotten out of that bar... but for some reason I couldn't be bothered to do more than scoot my chair back up against the wall. I believe "meh... **** it" was floating through my head.

So I kept sitting there... sipping my beer... in the corner of the bar... and **** is just flying through the room. I see my friend go down unconscious and only THEN do I feel the need to actually do something. So I grabbed one of his legs and slowly dragged him out the back door... still holding my beer (cause **** everyone that's why!).

Police arrive... it's a shitshow. People scatter. I lied to the police that my friend was a bouncer (without mentioning he is my friend) and was knocked out trying to keep the peace. For some reason they buy it and don't verify anything (probably because we are the least of their concerns).

The next day I spend 11 hours driving home with my friend... both of us enduring the worst hangover of our lives.

NEVER. AGAIN.

I went to eve London, almost surprised that didn't happen to me

then I went to the Valkyrie thingy in London, again surprised that didn't happen to me, I did however walk into the wrong station, and then somehow got home?

then I went to fanfest, I woke up with one of the pub crawl flags. Also I saw myself on the stream at the concert having a great time. I drank Jameson out of the bottle with some guy from I think Brave Newbies. I lost my camera (at the party), super glad someone was awesome enough to turn it in at Harpa. Part of my pubcrawl group got stuck in an elevator. I ate too many hogdogs.