Worst thing that's happened to you after a night out?

hezarkani

I know a female friend who got into a wrong car thinking it was a taxi but the guy forced her out. Could have been a very different story if he wasn't a genuine bloke.

Burt Renaults

Not me, but someone I know got into the back of a Garda car outside a nightclub thinking it was a taxi. The guards kept telling him to get out, and he kept repeating his address over and over again, so they arrested him. He was so annoying that they un-arrested him and threw him into the back of an actual taxi a few minutes later.

Nothing bad has ever happened to me after a night out. The odd long, sobering walk home when I was younger, because all the buses and taxis had gone to bed, that's about it.

I ended up in hospital for 48 hours after my friends found me in the carpark unconscious. Someone had spiked my drink.

EmmetSpiceland

Broken hand and a sliced thumb. Separate “occasions”.

Still have no feeling in that part of my thumb. Was fairly shocking, and “sobering”, waking up to blood-soaked kitchen roll sellotaped to my thumb.

Pauliedragon

Asked my now ex wife to marry me. 😜

OMM 0000

hezarkani wrote: »

I know a female friend who got into a wrong car thinking it was a taxi but the guy forced her out. Could have been a very different story if he wasn't a genuine bloke.

This is incredibly innocent.

I was going to reply with some of my stories (I'm old and have lived) but they're too mad. I'll give a tame one:

Drunk in Siberia. Really the middle of nowhere. (Days away from any sort of city.) Camping at the foot of a really steep mountain. Wander over to a cliff thing to have a pee. Hear a weird growling noise. Totally confused. Crouched about four metres from me is a snow leopard (I assume, it was large, unlikely to be a tiger) staring and growling at me. I'm so drunk I think this is cool and have no idea what danger I'm in.

Luckily sanity hit me after a few seconds and walking backwards slowly seemed to work. But I was so drunk there was zero nerves or understanding of the situation.

KungPao

Once, when I was a much younger man, I had a night out in Dublin. Had a few too many piña coladas, and ended up eating at Supermacs.

The next morning, I could still taste it. Blergh.

Physeter

I ended up at a very scaldy after-party in an industrial park in Stoneybatter. Very early on someone approached a friend of mine and advised our group that we needed to leave as the Ukrainian gang running the operation didn't like the cut of me, specifically, at all.

For years I couldn't figure what the hell that was about? No matter what state I'd be in I'd never ever be unfriendly to strangers. I'd especially be very conscious of encroaching anyone's personal space at a party or on a night out as I'm quite a big guy.

Further experience within illicit circumstances reveals that I just look like a f*ckin nark.

Got mugged


Ended up with stitches across my face and nearly lost an eye aswell.....can still see the scar and get odd twitch/pain in my eye when tired



My local town is a pure kip

Frynge

One of the strangest was waking up with a priests frock inside a bag in my bed.

pgj2015

Physeter wrote: »

I ended up at a very scaldy after-party in an industrial park in Stoneybatter. Very early on someone approached a friend of mine and advised our group that we needed to leave as the Ukrainian gang running the operation didn't like the cut of me, specifically, at all.

For years I couldn't figure what the hell that was about? No matter what state I'd be in I'd never ever be unfriendly to strangers. I'd especially be very conscious of encroaching anyone's personal space at a party or on a night out as I'm quite a big guy.

Further experience within illicit circumstances reveals that I just look like a f*ckin nark.

same thing happens me. I look like a guard apparently.

black & white

Got pissed drunk one night and puked my ring up in a ditch on the walk home, eventually reached home and realised that I was missing a dental plate. Had to retrace my steps and sieve through the puke by hand until I found the plate, then walk home again. It was a sobering experience considering how much the plates are.

Beechwoodspark

DURING a fairly routine night out I Was robbed of my coat which had my phone and house keys a few years ago

I had gone up to bar to buy a round and got talking to someone. When I returned to my table my coat was gone. Thief had taken it and ran out the door.

Guards were very little use.

Went to the trouble of going back to the pub and the staff were very helpful.

I got the cctv burned onto a dvd for the guards.

Thief was caught in the act or robbing it in clear footage.

but the guards weren’t particularly interested in pursuing it.

I was “assigned” a particular guard. He took my statement but soon after he apparently was involved in a car accident and off work for weeks. I had one follow up call and that was it.

JustAThought

After big night in the ‘local’ nightclub couldn’t find my keys so climbed onto the bin & up in the window of the bathroom - ran a hot bath to get warm but climbed into it with all my clothes on! Sat in it until it went cold & then got out and slept in the wet clothes on the freezing cold hallway of the apartment. Woke to people stepping over me on their way to work. Too hungover to even sit up apologise. Much later I finally tried the door and it opened - I hadn’t locked it on the way out!!! Keys on kitchen table!! Door unlocked :0

ablelocks

KungPao wrote: »

Once, when I was a much younger man, I had a night out in Dublin. Had a few too many piña coladas, and ended up eating at Supermacs.

The next morning, I could still taste it. Blergh.

If you like piña coladas
And garlic chips with cheese
If you're not into tofu
If you don't like chinese
If you like eatin' meat at midnight
In Supermacs
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me for a snack

ablelocks

got attacked by neo-nazis in eastern germany at the end of a long night out - staff and customers of the only irish bar in the town - we had decided to continue the party in a couple of other bars.
escaped to a nearby flat of one of the lads only to be faced with an ex- soldier wielding a samuri sword who thought he'd come to our rescue.
my 5'2" girlfriend now wife had to talk him out of it - he wouldn't listen to anyone else. We were lucky, 2 customers ended up in hospital. Turned out the bar owner wasn't paying protection money to the local gangsters - staff weren't touched at all - only afterwards did i remember one fella pull his punch from me and another pushed me out of the way...


woke up in the back of a British Army truck at a campsite in Germany to the roar of a captain or squad leader ".....you've got facking irish in the back get fackin' rid you dumb fack." exit stage left and a 10k hike back to civilisation. had to leave half a bottle of jagermeister behind too...

both in the early nineties.

McGinniesta

I don't drink very often but when I do bad things happen sometimes. I've since stopped.

I went on a football weekend to the UK. I stayed sober the first night but went on a 24-36 hour binge that got really ugly. It started at about 6pm on Saturday.

On the saturday I ended up in some oul ones house in a different city to the one I started in.

I don't remember getting there and I woke up with a black eye and a busted nose. Now a normal person would go to the hospital but not me.

Instead I went to the pub at 10am and went straight on the beer even though my flight was at 9pm. I ended up getting removed from my flight for excessive drunkenness.

washiskin

ablelocks wrote: »

If you like piña coladas
And garlic chips with cheese
If you're not into tofu
If you don't like chinese
If you like eatin' meat at midnight
In Supermacs
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me for a snack

That's brilliant!

Captain Havoc

Twenty years ago I lived in Paris, just off the Champs-Élysées. One night I was walking down the road smoking a fag and a lad pulls up and asks if he can have one. I says I'm all out, and I genuinely was but there was a backy shop up the road that was open 24 hours. He asks if I want a lift up, sure says I and I hop into his little Renault. I tells him the turn for the shop is the next left, but he keeps going, I sobered up straight away, I knew it was no accident. I thought about jumping out of the car, I was pretty scared. We got back to his appartment block and he parks the car in an underground carpack, which the door closes behind, I'm really close to soiling my pants at this point. I get in the lift with him, he hits the button for whatever floor and as soon as it moves, I hit zero, door opens and I scarper, no idea where I was but I found a metro station after a while and went home.

Strumms

Captain Havoc wrote: »

Twenty years ago I lived in Paris, just off the Champs-Élysées. One night I was walking down the road smoking a fag and a lad pulls up and asks if he can have one. I says I'm all out, and I genuinely was but there was a backy shop up the road that was open 24 hours. He asks if I want a lift up, sure says I and I hop into his little Renault. I tells him the turn for the shop is the next left, but he keeps going, I sobered up straight away, I knew it was no accident. I thought about jumping out of the car, I was pretty scared. We got back to his appartment block and he parks the car in an underground carpack, which the door closes behind, I'm really close to soiling my pants at this point. I get in the lift with him, he hits the button for whatever floor and as soon as it moves, I hit zero, door opens and I scarper, no idea where I was but I found a metro station after a while and went home.

Straight to Flann O Briens would have been my escape plan, lived there 22 years ago

PTH2009

Once got very very drunk and fell on the way home and the guards brought me home for my own safety

retalivity

Testicular torsion after jumping off the roof of a shop

I was walking home visibly drunk from a night out but didn't realise I was being followed until I turned onto a dark street near home and then these two guys ran towards me, knocked me to the ground and robbed me. It took me a good while to get over it but it did teach me a lesson and I never walked home drunk again.

randd1

I woke up with no memory of the night before.

Then into the sitting room walks Bill Cosby. I’m like “wow, Bill Cosby”. He says he had a great night and that we should do it again. “Cool” says I.

Now that we know what we know, I do have some questions.

Captain Havoc

Strumms wrote: »

Straight to Flann O Briens would have been my escape plan, lived there 22 years ago

I was picked up not too far from there on Rue Rivoli but closer to Concorde.

Alkers

Drunk / slept walked out of a hotel room in just my boxer shorts when trying to find the (en suite) bathroom. Couldn't get back into the room so staggered down to reception, couldn't remember my room number, they eventually found it from my name and gave me a new key, spent another age trying to find the room and eventually ended back up at reception and was escorted back to my room - all in my boxers while barely being able to sting a sentence together.

Drunk cycled into my driveway and straight into and up onto the bonnet of my mother's car while she looked on in horror from the driveway when I was a teenager lol

The chan chan man

A friend’s grandfather went for a pint in Dublin one Friday evening... 72 hours later he woke up on a boat to France.. His drinking ruined the entire family.

PTH2009

The chan chan man wrote: »

A friend’s grandfather went for a pint in Dublin one Friday evening... 72 hours later he woke up on a boat to France.. His drinking ruined the entire family.

That particular story must be a urban legend

Pineapplez56

got into a drunken argument with a random lad in a pub in sallynoggin years ago bumped into him and spilled some of my pint onto his shirt I apologised but he was fuming and got very aggressive with me so I sort of got cheeky back to him saying something along the lines of look im trying to say sorry as he kept calling me a **** and all sorts saying he was going to hit me a smack I said do it then hard man, as he kept berating me I just kept laughing saying ok hard man he said ill see you outside later and walked off. me drunk as a skunk not thinking of it went back to my table with a few of my mates kept drinking and told them about the dude who I just had a drunken argument with. was almost forgotten about, I was leaving the place and having a fag outside on my own when a group of literally 10 or more of them surrounded me the dude there of course just hit me straight away and they all absolutely kicked the head off me knocked out cold, woke up they were still there gesturing that it was round 2 but luckily some of my mates had arrived by then from inside and bundled me into a taxi out of there full of blood, two teeth knocked out black eyes head thumping and confused as to what the f just happened and they explained that the group piled on me and knocked me out and kept kicking me in the face as I was out cold until the bouncers came over and broke it up. not a fun night. have many other weird and strange drug induced stories but that sticks out as possibly one of the worst due to the serious beating the **** gave me that night. be careful who ya get cheeky with in the pubs...

Cilldara_2000

I went for a pint once and woke up in a cheap hotel in New York two mornings later (this was before you had to book the visa waiver three days in advance). Vague memories of singing with an old homeless black man outside Penn Station after finding out I was too late to get the last train out to a relation’s house and then being ferried around by a taxi man running in and out of hotels after asking them the price for a night before he decided which one was good value.

I eventually stopped drinking.

bb1234567

Pineapplez56 wrote: »

got into a drunken argument with a random lad in a pub in sallynoggin years ago bumped into him and spilled some of my pint onto his shirt I apologised but he was fuming and got very aggressive with me so I sort of got cheeky back to him saying something along the lines of look im trying to say sorry as he kept calling me a **** and all sorts saying he was going to hit me a smack I said do it then hard man, as he kept berating me I just kept laughing saying ok hard man he said ill see you outside later and walked off. me drunk as a skunk not thinking of it went back to my table with a few of my mates kept drinking and told them about the dude who I just had a drunken argument with. was almost forgotten about, I was leaving the place and having a fag outside on my own when a group of literally 10 or more of them surrounded me the dude there of course just hit me straight away and they all absolutely kicked the head off me knocked out cold, woke up they were still there gesturing that it was round 2 but luckily some of my mates had arrived by then from inside and bundled me into a taxi out of there full of blood, two teeth knocked out black eyes head thumping and confused as to what the f just happened and they explained that the group piled on me and knocked me out and kept kicking me in the face as I was out cold until the bouncers came over and broke it up. not a fun night. have many other weird and strange drug induced stories but that sticks out as possibly one of the worst due to the serious beating the **** gave me that night. be careful who ya get cheeky with in the pubs...

Sounds like your actions didn't have much impact really, think he would have just beaten you or somebody else up without much justification

corner of hells

Cilldara_2000 wrote: »

I went for a pint once and woke up in a cheap hotel in New York two mornings later (this was before you had to book the visa waiver three days in advance). Vague memories of singing with an old homeless black man outside Penn Station after finding out I was too late to get the last train out to a relation’s house and then being ferried around by a taxi man running in and out of hotels after asking them the price for a night before he decided which one was good value.

I eventually stopped drinking.

I went on the beer one Good Friday and woke up in a cave three days later or some shiite like that.

Bigmac1euro

Went out on a Friday at 20 years of age on a 2 day bender up to all sorts and on the Sunday at the depths of a session got a phone call of my brother to say my Mam had a heart attack and was in hospital, she then died that night basically and declared following morning.

3 weeks go by and decide to head to ibiza with my friends who all chipped in money to pay for me and felt it was best for me to take my mind off things.
On the first night I was found on the beach unconscious in a pool of my own blood.
Broken jaw in 3 different places and an operation required. Brain scans required due to possible brain damage but that wasn’t the case thankfully. (Never felt so relieved)
I remember in the hospital I just started laughing to myself and thinking I’ve hit the bottom now how my life was falling apart as well as a friend thinking I tried to kill myself which I didn’t, that made me feel really bad.

Since then the party lifestyle has slowed dramatically over the years to almost a complete stop now.
I had some good times but yeah that year was rough.

Cilldara_2000

corner of hells wrote: »

I went on the beer one Good Friday and woke up in a cave three days later or some shiite like that.

It wasn’t a Good Friday

Larbre34

Pursued and threatened by a Triad gang over a disputed bar bill in a back street club in suburban Shanghai. You've not lived till you've had blades and guns brandished at you at the same time.

Of course one of my Irish companions, out of his bin on top shelf Johnnie Walker decided to give it all Billy Big Balls, apparently imagining he was falling out with a few shams in Bundoran and not a dangerous crime gang 6,000 miles from home and began giving them serious cheek.

If was only the fact that even the english speakers among them couldn't understand a word he was saying that saves us from a hiding, or worse.

A sobering experience. And a free bit of advice, don't go to China, its as sketchy as ****.

Pineapplez56

bb1234567 wrote: »

Sounds like your actions didn't have much impact really, think he would have just beaten you or somebody else up without much justification

You’re probably right tbh. Some people are just scumbags in general unfortunately. On the flip side my fake teeth look better than my old ones so gotta take the good with the bad..

Jim Gazebo

Pineapplez56 wrote: »

got into a drunken argument with a random lad in a pub in sallynoggin years ago bumped into him and spilled some of my pint onto his shirt I apologised but he was fuming and got very aggressive with me so I sort of got cheeky back to him saying something along the lines of look im trying to say sorry as he kept calling me a **** and all sorts saying he was going to hit me a smack I said do it then hard man, as he kept berating me I just kept laughing saying ok hard man he said ill see you outside later and walked off. me drunk as a skunk not thinking of it went back to my table with a few of my mates kept drinking and told them about the dude who I just had a drunken argument with. was almost forgotten about, I was leaving the place and having a fag outside on my own when a group of literally 10 or more of them surrounded me the dude there of course just hit me straight away and they all absolutely kicked the head off me knocked out cold, woke up they were still there gesturing that it was round 2 but luckily some of my mates had arrived by then from inside and bundled me into a taxi out of there full of blood, two teeth knocked out black eyes head thumping and confused as to what the f just happened and they explained that the group piled on me and knocked me out and kept kicking me in the face as I was out cold until the bouncers came over and broke it up. not a fun night. have many other weird and strange drug induced stories but that sticks out as possibly one of the worst due to the serious beating the **** gave me that night. be careful who ya get cheeky with in the pubs...

This all day. I've done a lot of work abroad and was on a night out in Newcastle... Was chatting to a stunning blonde in the smoking area, for about 30 seconds, as I was walking back to my group, this lad came over pushing me in the chest saying why was I chatting up his girlfriend.. she was the one that started talking to me and all we did was chat sh1t really, but I was pretty drunk. He kept saying he was going to smash my face in, I kept saying he was all talk and making that gesture with my hand over and over, like some sort of hard man.. he was getting more and more worked up when eventually the security came and threw us both out, no exceptions but they took us separate ways. Luckily I didn't see him again, but he was way bigger than me and I could have easily ended up like you. Amazing what you think you're capable of hammered.

Another one was in South America. I was quite young and enjoyed the nightlife there, out one night and the police where we were pulled us aside looking for passports which we didn't have. Got taken to the station! fully expected to be on banged up abroad at this stage. There had been a lot of arguments at this stage about us being taken there and the police were very adamant we'd done wrong but in reality they wanted money. We stayed stubborn about it and finally the next morning we were released. Another issue was it was now late morning, we were all missing from work now, and we were never supposed to be out in the first place as the work had a curfew for working down there. Only for the fact we were so far from home and replacing us would have been a logistical nightmare, they gave us all a severe bollocking and a final warning. Horrible night! Hadn't even the time to get drunk. Was convinced I was fired.

I also broke my arm one night at home drunk and was helped to a hospital by the Gardai :O that was a serious lesson and I don't drink as much now. The shame the next morning is huge with those ones.

Got locked into the RDS after a Christmas party, still don't know how I managed it or to climb the wall but I was found the next morning in my boxers having apparently stripped and gotten into bed that transpired to be the front garden.

No memory of a taxi but I must have just had enough in my wallet to pay for one. Lucky me!

Had some actual nasty incidents when drunk as a youth. Christ I really was a bad drunk. Thankfully one incident scared me straight and I'm sober as a judge now.

razorblunt

First night in Vegas after an incredibly deleayed journey I woke up in a suite I didn't recognise. Thought, that's I'd barely spent time here before going out maybe I don't remember it right. Looked around at the after party carnage, people asleep everywhere. I take a bottle of water from the fridge and go onto the balcony for some air. Directly across the way from me is my hotel staring at me.
Gather all my stuff up and sneak out of whoever's room this is.
Back to my own hotel, have my key card but forgot my room number and my friend isn't answering his phone.
Reception give me the number, up I go, by the time the lifts open I'd forgotten the number again.
Back down, get the number, this time I take the wrong corridor, forget the room in a panic.
Back down to reception, luckily i had my passport so they knew it was legit but they send out this massive security guard, biggest man I'd ever seen and they explain he'll escort me to the room.
All apologies on the way from me but he was cool, saying it happens all the time and this is by far one of the better trips for him. I then fall asleep standing up in the lift and wake up at my door on the floor with him knocking on it. Not sure if he carried me or dragged me by the foot. I'm a tall guy but I must have looked like a child!


Anyway, Vegas + Drunk + Oxygen in casino floors + Hungover + "feeling ok" + jetlag coming in waves every 5 mins was not an experience I want to remember.
Had 4 more nights of it and couldn't touch a drop for 2 months.

Sleepy

PTH2009 wrote: »

That particular story must be a urban legend

I'd say it's a common enough experience tbh. While I didn't just "wake up" on the ferry, I once went on a session in Dun Laoghaoire that involved a few hours drinking in Holyhead before we got the ferry back home again.

The most memorable "worst thing" that happened to me while drunk was more of a really annoying thing: scuttered drunk at the San Fermin festival in Pamplona I passed out on a park bench and woke up having been clearly robbed. I was lucky enough in that I'd left my phone and wallet back in the campsite so didn't lose my cards or anything but everything else was gone including the pair of Quiksilver sun-glasses I'd spent the guts of €400 on just before the holiday. The annoying part? The sunglasses were prescription so they were utterly useless to whatever toe-rag nicked them and no doubt ended up in a bin somewhere.

zanador

Jim Gazebo wrote: »

This all day. I've done a lot of work abroad and was on a night out in Newcastle... Was chatting to a stunning blonde in the smoking area, for about 30 seconds, as I was walking back to my group, this lad came over pushing me in the chest saying why was I chatting up his girlfriend.. she was the one that started talking to me and all we did was chat sh1t really, but I was pretty drunk. He kept saying he was going to smash my face in, I kept saying he was all talk and making that gesture with my hand over and over, like some sort of hard man.. he was getting more and more worked up when eventually the security came and threw us both out, no exceptions but they took us separate ways. Luckily I didn't see him again, but he was way bigger than me and I could have easily ended up like you. Amazing what you think you're capable of hammered.

Another one was in South America. I was quite young and enjoyed the nightlife there, out one night and the police where we were pulled us aside looking for passports which we didn't have. Got taken to the station! fully expected to be on banged up abroad at this stage. There had been a lot of arguments at this stage about us being taken there and the police were very adamant we'd done wrong but in reality they wanted money. We stayed stubborn about it and finally the next morning we were released. Another issue was it was now late morning, we were all missing from work now, and we were never supposed to be out in the first place as the work had a curfew for working down there. Only for the fact we were so far from home and replacing us would have been a logistical nightmare, they gave us all a severe bollocking and a final warning. Horrible night! Hadn't even the time to get drunk. Was convinced I was fired.

I also broke my arm one night at home drunk and was helped to a hospital by the Gardai :O that was a serious lesson and I don't drink as much now. The shame the next morning is huge with those ones.

Am guessing knowing the police did stuff like that is why the work had a curfew?

Feisar

Pulled this little fox of a thing one night, ended up back in her's. I won't go into details but it was nasty.

Next morning I was stirring and looking forward to a lazy round two. I said, jaysus xyz was pretty wild/out there/nasty. She replied, that's what you have to do to get boys to like you.
Possibly the saddest thing I ever heard. Well apart from Kilkelly Ireland.

Motivator

I’m still embarrassed about this one 5 years later and I still get called “butters” by the people that were with me.

I was in California with work and our last day/night there we had a massive session all paid for by the boss of the office. There was probably 8 of us there in total and we gave it a right lash. We ended the night down on a beach with a load of bottles to watch the sun come up. We watched the sun come up, collected all our bottles and rubbish and were headed home. We stopped in to a bakery for breakfast and when I got my order they hadn’t put butter on whatever I had asked for. Stupidly/drunkenly I reached behind the counter and grabbed a knife to butter my food and I started gesturing to the girl behind the counter with a knife in my hand. Next thing, all I heard were screams of “drop it drop it drop the knife and get on the ground”

A cop had seen us dump our bottles in the bin and knew by us we were blind drunk. He watched us go into the bakery and in through the window he saw me grab the knife from behind the counter and decided to take action. I ended up being cuffed and arrested on attempted assault with a deadly weapon. It was a butter knife. The held me in the station for 4 hours until they came in and let me go. They pulled the CCTV footage from the bakery and thankfully it had sound on it. Probably the most mortifying thing I’ve ever experienced and it could have been an awful lot different if I had acted the bollocks with the cop.

KaneToad

Walking from a wedding to a nearby B & B. Pitch black, country roads and half cut.

I walked into a ditch and fell into a stream. Rolled around in the mud for a few mins before escaping, minus one of my shoes. Made it back to B & B but it cost me a few €'s in additional cleaning costs. The woman of the house showed me the trail of dirt leading from door to me room. It didn't help that I slept in the bed fully dressed (including the one remaining shoe)....

Oh, and once got arrested in USA while on a J1. I didn't think the guy who pulled up on a golf buggy was a real cop...started acting the eejit with him...

FTA69

Fell asleep in Bilbao airport while waiting to board my flight, woke up to see the plane taxiing down the runway and taking off. Had to spend £199 for a new flight and wait in the airport for ten hours like a dope. Landed at midnight in Stansted and had to get back to North London, then had to be in work for 7am the next morning after three days on the absolute lash. Honestly wanted to die.

Was demented drunk in Athens in the middle of the day and was getting a boat out to Aegina Island, as the boat comes into the harbour I decide to be Bertie Big Lad and jump off the side to swim to shore. I swam through a load of seaweed and clean into a jellyfish or pieces of one. Got stung to high heaven and I react badly to bites and stings. It's Sunday so the chemist is closed and I'm on the beach in a bad way with waitresses from a beachside restaurant pouring bottles of vinegar on me while everyone calls me a stupid drunk fool.

OinkOink100

Shagged a homeless one. Got Aids.

Lockheed

I was on the long walk home up a hill, ****faced, and somehow started running. Didn't even notice I'd started running until I had picked up so much pace that I could not stop myself. It was on a road in a housing estate, no grass anywhere and I was desperately looking for a way to lose some of the velocity I had acquired. Eventually my legs just gave out and I fell literally head over heels, luckily I landed on my arm, wearing a heavy jumper I managed just getting off with a bad scrape. Going back to where I fell the next day I just couldn't cop how it happened, it was an uphill stretch of road and I was a terrible runner. Maybe it was just the drunkenness and not being able to judge my speed!! I still don't get what really happened there that night and I do think I could have easily broken an arm or something worse. I ached all over the next day

JimmyVik

hezarkani wrote: »

I know a female friend who got into a wrong car thinking it was a taxi but the guy forced her out. Could have been a very different story if he wasn't a genuine bloke.

That happened to me. And she wouldnt get out. I ended up driving to a police station.

castletownman

Few years ago my mate had a spare ticket to work do at Leopardstown's Thursday night races and concert.

Few pints at the free-bar and headed into town afterwards. Don't remember getting back to where we were staying, only that apparently I wasn't allowed in the hotel so slept in the car instead which was parked in thre racecourse car-park.

I woke up in said car bulling for a ****e. Trying to figure out my surroundings I spotted a partially secluded knoll that looked like an ideal makeshift toilet, so armed with a towel from the boot, away I went. Little did I know that the racecourse is popular for dog walkers, and one or two yummy mummys got an awful fright while I was squatting in the bushes in plain sight, apologising as I strained.

I have been more hungover on occasion, but never as embarassed as that.

Claw Hammer

The chan chan man wrote: »

A friend’s grandfather went for a pint in Dublin one Friday evening... 72 hours later he woke up on a boat to France.. His drinking ruined the entire family.

What is the connection between your friend waking up on a boat to France and his grandfather going for a drink in Dublin?

ablelocks

Alkers wrote: »

Drunk / slept walked out of a hotel room in just my boxer shorts when trying to find the (en suite) bathroom.

that happened to me too - just before last christmas, the only night i was out in that time. wasn't even that drunk, as it was the meal + drinks for the 2 hours and then back to the hotel. had a couple of drinks my room, was reading a book but fell asleep. woke up, went to the loo as i thought, closed the door behind me and then wondered why it was so bright. then realised i was locked out of my room.

then realised i was naked.

had to walk down 4 or 5 flights of stairs, luckily, there was a staff member hoovering at the ground floor corridor, so i didn't have to actually go to reception. after he stopped laughing, he told me to go back to room and security would be up to let me in.

went to the wrong floor on the way back, nearly got caught by 2 women, back to my room and feckin' security guard took ages to get to me. I was bursting, and approaching the point where the plant at the end of the corridor would have got watered.