The worst (well actually one of the BEST) nights out I've ever had was when we met shitloads of people from college in this pub. They'd just started their night out, it was early evening, but we'd been out for hours, and we were pretty pissed.
Nevertheless, I still thought it funny to give these sober people some drinking games. Having already had 2 trebles and four pints I was way ahead of them, but we began to race with Aftershocks, the red flavour. My memory of the rest is hazy. I can remember smashing this glass over the table, and that's about it, but apparently I had another 20-odd shots. Apparently I was running into walls and all sorts, having a class time in a world of my own, before I just collapsed.
Next I can remember is waking up at 6 in the morning in the hospital. One of my mates had gone with the ambulance, I puked loads of completely red sick all over him, which to this day I'm pretty proud of. Apparently I also tried to chat up the nurse, who was really fit.
I couldn't walk all the next day, and I had the biggest hangover ever. Still, I think it was worth it for the memories and the laughs we've had since.
Funnily enough, the lad who accompanied me to the hospital, wasting the entire rest of his night, collapsed in Newcastle a few weeks later. We rang an ambulance, but the Paramedics said his airways were clear so he was fine, and they couldn't take him to hospital. We were standing there creased, but then decided we'd ring the ambulance again and again until they picked him up. I rang his Dad and spluttered a load of nonsense over the phone that he couldn't make out. Basically, we left him at hospital, without any money or his debit card, almost unconcscious, with no means to get home. We then ended up so pissed we got lost and ended up in a gay club. Pretty funny night!!
I'm still taking the piss out of one of my mates though, cos a few weeks ago we lost him on a night out, and he was so pissed he didn't know what he was doing. He ended up getting a taxi with a group of lads he didn't know, who were completely rat-arsed. The taxi took him all the way home (he lives about 5 miles from Newcastle) and when he got home, he told the taxi driver to take him all the way back. The taxi driver started to get annoyed, so he started telling him to fuck off, and then puked all over the back of his car and threw the money at his face. He got a £50 fine, which he is blaming on these other lads to avoid paying. Fucking corker of a night!
Last edited by evil_bastard on Apr-15-2002 at 18:19
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.... which is why I don't drink loads of alcohol anymore.
