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Post by blazed on Sept 14, 2007 1:54:01 GMT
Now that I'm not at uni I'm the exact way. I have a few beers in the evening but nothing excessive. Leffe is quite nice at least the light stuff is, didn't really care for the darker stuff. Your uni life is pretty much different than mine! At the moment the flat is having to all drink a dozen flame (type of beer) three nights a week minimum as we are making a dark side of the moon mural which needs around 1000 black bottle caps. Thats about 17 standards. Most people drink ~20 in a night, unless they want things to get really messy. Not too much of a spirit drinker myself, I usually end up going overboard and drinking a bottle which is just stupid.
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Post by ashimar on Sept 14, 2007 2:37:27 GMT
I was going to play Risk ( a boadgame) with newly invented rules (retreatrule, weather forecast rule, Boutros Boutros Ghali rule, paratroopers rule [didn't know we had Clausewitz at that time though]) with friends somewhere. It was -8 outside and there was one of those typical Dutch high humidity winds blowing. We couldn't afford cars at the time so all genuine Dutch bikes used as steeds. We all brought stuff to the table, but as usual we overdid it. Very generous people, us. So there I was with a lousy dinner in my stomach (greasy fries, chocolates, and what not) finding myself the only winedrinker there with 4 bottles of Spanish dry red wine in front of me. Risk -our way- takes a while to be completed so I had ample time to drink and eat more chocolates and paprika chippies. More grease. At about 04:00 am the party ended and I had to go home, escorting a friend througfh unknown city territory to the edge of the city where he was supposed to know how to proceed homewards from there. By then I had dranken 3 bottles out of 4. That was 0.75 liter each at 12,5% alcohol by volume times 3. One of my friends drinking only orangejuice and the occasional Bacardi coke had to see my get on my bike. Sorry, but no banana, I've never fallen off my bike nor driven into the canal. But as my escort friend recently reminded me off in front of our respective nowadays wifes, I was talking gibberish whenever we had to cross trafficlights, repeating multiples times in what direction I thought we had to go. Okay, it was all correct at the time, but it must have lacked confidence at the time I'm sure. When we arrived at the edge of the city I said farewell to my friend who lateron told me he had been watching me drive down a very long lane for as long as he could see me. The temperature all the while had dropped to -10 no doubt (that's Celcius, 10 degrees below freezingpoint of water). Nothing extreme, but with alcohol it gets interesting they say. Right there I was coming home, managing stealthy and silent behaviour (I think) to get in my mother's house, but not nearly 10 minutes had passed or I had to run to get to the toliet. Which I failed to do by one meter. Walls and floors where reddish of wine, paprikapowder on an oily basis. I felt ill until the next day but left the vomitting at that and can't say I had hangovers. It's either vomitting straight after or talking slow and being tired. I must say though that I always had this mental regime to start drinking loads of milk before I went to bed. That may have helped prevent hangovers.
One other time involved me having dranken what must have amounted to one liter of three different types of whisky: caskstrength Aberlour single malt (58% alc. by volume), black barrel charcoal filtered single grain whisky of 40% by vol. and Glenfarclas 48% single malt from some special year. I was going to the toilet just to pee but when I came out I felt upcoming nausea. I am terribly frightened of vomitting I can tell you so I went straight into mental ercercises to repress this feeling in order to prevent getting further ill. This involved leaning to the wall (in a friend's house where we had a so called Tolkien discussion evening - forget the Tolkien part it's just an excuse to talk about why we were still single , how rotten our lifes were and to drink expensive whisky and what not) and breathing in, breathibng out. Breathing deeply in and breathing deeply out. The toilet was near so no reasoin to panic. Breathe in, breathe out. That's it. Breathe in, breathe out. I know no alcohol, I fear no vomit, I will let the alcohol pass by me and remainm, and more of the Bene Gessirit nonsense. Until I heard through the rather flimsy apartment wall I was leaning against, one of the invited acquaintances, a notorious Belgian beer drinker, raise his voice and say to the others: Hey, shouldn't someone check on that Van Blijswijk fellow - I think he's dying in the hallway!
After that I felt so much better. I nice caring word solves all potential alcoholic mishaps.
But as my esteemed chilbearing comrades here have said: having kids (and getting older) takes away both your ability to consume and the possibility to do so responsibly.
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Post by digital on Sept 14, 2007 11:03:03 GMT
Haha cool story! Me ruku, eproxy and gornall used to play risk a lot but we all went our separate ways for a bit so it kinda died, I'd be interested to know your extra rules.
It was my friends girlfriends brithday and we had all gone round to their halls of residence, we did our usual trick of buying Tesco Value buckets and filling them with whatever alcohol we had. I was fine until someone brought out a bottle of Absolut Vanilla. I had one shot and nearly puked my guts up, thanks to a similar bene gessirit mantra I managed to hold it all down while looking pale white leaning against a freezer, after about five to ten minutes of alcohol *meditation* I was fine and continued to drink.
I think you misunderstood me, I'm not at uni now so no heavy drinking. In my first and second year I think I drank a lot, I can't really remember much of it. My third year I was too poor to drink heavily but still managed the odd night.
In my first year me and two other friends were bored so we decided to get a litre of gin and mix it with lemon fanta. We intended to do 100 shots of the mixture each but only managed about 70-80 each. What made it worse was the fact that one of the guys smoked so every 30 mins or so he went outside for a cigarette and we followed, it was bloody cold so you felt the alcohol hit you even more. We ended the night pretty early actually and went our separate ways. The next morning we all saw each other in the corridor and guiltily looked at each other and confessed to puking up. My other housemate was there and because of where the rooms were (I was nextdoor and the other drinking partner was above her) she could hear us both vomiting in stereo. Overall it was a pretty awesome night, we ended up with our slogan of "DON'T DRINK GIN!"
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Post by RapSO on Sept 14, 2007 12:21:36 GMT
You should never drink Gin, that's a fact!
I've tried the 100 shots challenge with a friend once, but we kept to beer shots, seeing that we had already consumed a large amount of alcohol and it was 2:30 am. We've actually tried this a couple of times like that but we only finished once. The 100 shots challenge makes you drink 100 shots in 100 minutes, which is an easy pace to keep up with at start, but gets increasingly difficult.
I also went through all the drinks on the card at a tequila bar once, with the occasional 10 shots of tequila on the side. There once was a time when I had money...
One of the more crazy stories must be my first meeting with absinthe. In 2003 I went to Ibiza for 2 weeks with 3 of my friends. At this point I had only heard about absinthe, so when after a week or so we met some people (2) who had some stuff, me and one of my friends went to their hotel to taste it. They had both a green (89%) and a red (60%) bottle of half a litre each. One of the guys took a sip of the green bottle and looked like he was going to die afterwards, but seeing that he didn't die, we had to try it as well. It burned our throats and at this point we realised that only one of the other guys actaully drank absinthe. The other guy was stuffing himself with all kinds of illegal narcotics, but we never fell to that. We also realised that the red bottle wasn't as strong as the green, so we needed to taste that and see if it was better. Following the drink of the green bottle, the red bottle tasted like juice, so me and my friend quickly emptied that bottle. I know we had some more of the green bottle after this, but things get very blurry at this point and I'm not sure if we emptied that as well. We have some pictures of that night, after we left the hotel to invade the discos and bars in Ibiza. Those pictures show half faces and scared bartenders, and the guy who were high on drugs told us the following day, that he hadn't been able to talk to us that night because we were so far gone. I'll never forget the hangovers I had the day after. My throat still burned and nothing seemed to stop it. At least not until we had the first drinks again. 2 weeks to a place like Ibiza is over the top.
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Post by Shendemiar on Sept 14, 2007 16:32:07 GMT
You name it, I've drank it.
Merda!! I must go cabin-by-lake-drinking-swimming(11^C)-grilling-sauna'ing next week. Those trips always get me in trouble.
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Post by Dalfiatach on Sept 14, 2007 20:51:29 GMT
Name it, I've drank it...my worst experience was probably on this weird Chinese stuff with a dead lizard in the bottle that tasted like burnt potatoes. Downed the entire bottle over an evening, then proceeded to throw up for about a week...
My most famous puke is still fondly remembered as "the detachable head incident". We were about 17, a friend had a rich da, and he'd just bought in a load of wine (we're talking 30 boxes of the stuff @ 12 bottles per box) then headed off on a business trip leaving Ed alone with the keys to the house. You can fill in the rest yourselves really.
Anyway, at some point I staggered to the small bathroom to puke, one of those wee spare bathrooms where there's just a bowl and a tiny sink. Thought I'd managed to get most of it in the bowl, then staggered back to the party and passed out. The next afternoon when we all wake up, the small bathroom is covered in puke. Walls, ceiling, floor, behind the bowl and sink, round the lightbulb, everywhere. 2/3 of the room was just covered in regurgitated red wine. And I was the only one who had used that particular bathroom, apparently. An impressive feat.
I'm off the drink for a few weeks at the minute just to give my liver a rest, but these days I don't drink as much as I used to anyway. After you pass about 28 years old you start getting fierce hangovers, and work the next day is no fun at all. But when I am drinking, my drinks of choice now are Guinness, whiskey and tequila...I find wine just doesn't agree with me any more, sadly.
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Post by ashimar on Sept 15, 2007 4:15:17 GMT
I love the stories guys. I must have drunken a lot more of cocktails and "abbey beers" and there were some memorable winetasting evenings as well where there were 40 wines to try and we just started with number 1 again after we had done 1 to 40 already ! Spitting out the wine ?! Are you NUTS ?!!
In Barcelona I bought Absinthe (green, 70% or 75%) but I don't like anise based drinks (no sambuca/ouzo/pernod/ricard either for me) so I still got some. My Chinese long time friend however had just learnt how to drink Vodka from his Russian father-in-law and tried that manouvre on the absinthe before realizing it was 70+ %.
I feared for his life. He needed a lot of water after that. ;D
But here in Luxembourg you can buy bottle of pure alcohol to drink and I don't mean industrial ethanol or something but really alcohol 99% by volume meant to put into fruitbowls, cakes or just to make your schnapps. Juast think about it: 99% in a one liter bottle. Goodnight!
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Post by RapSO on Sept 15, 2007 4:35:21 GMT
I have a bottle of supposedly pure alcohol at home, but it's only half a litre, and it's only 96%
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Post by Clausewitz on Sept 15, 2007 4:43:07 GMT
In the States they sell Everclear. Not sure the alcohol %, but it's second to homemade Moonshine. Definitely way up there...
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Post by ashimar on Sept 15, 2007 6:42:14 GMT
Moonshine...that's a reference to the period alcohol was prohibited in the U.S., isn't it. It refers to doing illegal stuff like smuggling and distilling illegally, right ?
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Post by Clausewitz on Sept 15, 2007 6:48:05 GMT
Moonshine had it's hayday during Prohibition, certainly.
But it is also a traditional "poor man's" drink. Distilled from potatoes, it is truly something that makes nail polish remover taste good.
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Post by digital on Sept 15, 2007 12:43:35 GMT
I remember watching a program about these english explorers who were either going to the south or north pole, I can't really remember. The guides they had kept breaking out the surgical alcohol in all the outposts they stayed at. The english people were getting pretty pissed because after every session the guides would lay about with the hangovers from hell
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Post by McGoogus on Sept 15, 2007 21:33:55 GMT
In the States they sell Everclear. Not sure the alcohol %, but it's second to homemade Moonshine. Definitely way up there... Aye, everclear is the mid 90's somewhere. The first time I had some of that I thought I was drinking rubbing alcohol. I'm one of those lucky ones who hardly ever gets a hangover. I did one time though and it was from playing beer pong for hours with a crappy pilsner beer. That combined with some whiskey made for a night well spent in my bathroom. Anytime that I get sick from drinking, it always has to do with me drinking a lot of beer while playing beer pong and also drinking hard liquor at the same time. Rarely will that sit well in my stomach. Anyone else have those mornings where they wake up drunk still? That's always fun
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Post by digital on Sept 15, 2007 22:19:17 GMT
Guh, I hate waking up drunk.
I wake up and everything is fine for 30 seconds, then you realise your still drunk and fall asleep/pass out again. Many a lecture been missed because I was still drunk when I woke up.
Is it me or when you pass out and wake up in the morning its the best 30 seconds of your life until the hangover hits? Something I've always found remarkable was the fact that there is a twilight time when everything is great until all hell sets in and you swear never to drink again.
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Post by Shendemiar on Sept 15, 2007 22:27:09 GMT
Do you get horny when in bad hangover? I do... (well i do get horny from almost anything) ;D
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