I used to be a hard, hard drinker. I'm surprised I still have a liver. I started drinking beer at age 4 (thanks to my white trash mother) and was so depressed and raeg in middle school that I couldn't get to sleep without a nightcap of a double shot of whiskey on the rocks by age 12.
So you can imagine when I got to college, I damn near killed myself. My 18th birthday, I went to a Halloween party for a BBS I had been on a few months and was presented with a fifth of Jack Daniels as a present. I drank almost the entire bottle in under an hour. No mixer, no chaser, just chugging it straight from the bottle. Don't remember a hell of a lot after that. Apparently I started going into convulsions and several of the older people in attendance had to strip me naked and toss me in a tub of warm water to keep my body temperature up. Once I was past the "oh shit, is he going to die?" stage, they decided to get payback for their medical care by having everyone come in and write their BBS handles on various parts of my anatomy with indelible marker.
So I wake up the next morning and find myself naked and autographed in a strange room I've never been in before. Not a good way to start the day. Although certainly preferable to the alternative of not waking up at all.
The other good "too much booze = FUN" story was my batchelor's party, when I was 26. My bros showed up at my door with mini-bottles of scotch and whiskey and said, "One now, one later." So I chugged the scotch. We then went out for sushi and ordered a big $150 sushi boat for the whole table, along with a bottle of cold cream sake for me. There was apparently a bit of a communication problem and we wound up with two giant sushi boats. Much sushi was had by all, and not just tuna rolls. We're talking the full menu here...salmon roe, shrimp roe, sea urchin, eel, etc. Lots of various roes, in all different sorts of colors. As I'm drinking an entire bottle of sake.
Then we get back and the real drinking starts. I'm already pretty much drunk by this point, and suddenly I'm handed a yard glass which is promptly filled with beer. I kinda figured this was good, because I'd actually start sobering up a bit drinking nothing but beer. Little did I know that one of my fiendish close friends was periodically pouring tequila in there when I wasn't looking. And I was so shitfaced that I couldn't tell there was tequila present. Eventually, I excused myself and went into the bathroom, assumed the position and proceeded to hurl. When I looked into the toilet, my first thought was "Oh Jesus, what just broke inside of me??!!!?" Because it looked like I had vomited up a Jackson Pollock piece. There was red and orange and green and yellow...it was only after a very confused and freaked-out several seconds that I remembered what I had been eating earlier.
Eventually I wound up being the first person to go home from my own batchelor party(thank God my apt was within walking distance of my friend's apt where we were having the party). From the stories I've heard, it was probably a good thing.
So yeah.....been there, done that, somehow survived without cirrhosis or random children being spawned (that I know of). Now days, it's rare for me to do hard liquor. When I do, it's usually bourbon, single-malt scotch, good tequila or good vodka. I don't even drink that much beer, but I've become something of a connosieur. My favorite styles are hefeweizen (when the weather is warm) and Imperial Russian Stouts (when it's cold).
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