The dreaded thought of what you did last night

beco2010 · 07-04-2012 09:00PM

JupiterKid wrote: »

If the woman in question was genuinely classy she wouldn't be letting you try to ride her on the dance floor.

you must be in a different class.

Giselle · 07-04-2012 10:22PM

I'm happy I don't drink.

07-04-2012 10:46PM

glad to say i've never experienced this

ColeTrain · 07-04-2012 11:00PM

bluewolf wrote: »

glad to say i've never experienced this

You haven't drank enough then!
It's a terrible feeling and would nearly put one off drink.

LaminatorSGL · 07-04-2012 11:04PM

Often I've woken up, remembering everything.

Sometimes the shame is a lot worse than the fear.

TrixIrl · 07-04-2012 11:23PM

castletownman wrote: »

Nothing worse than waking up the next morning and checking your sent messages folder on your phone only to see messages you don't remember sending. Oh gawd, the amount of ridiculous stuff my loose fingers have texted to random women throughout the years!

In fact someone should invent an app that prevents drunken texts being sent

Drunk me is a f*ckin c*nt.... She deletes my sent items folder to hide the evidence. Shes a sly one!

God... · 07-04-2012 11:40PM

TrixIrl wrote: »

Drunk me is a f*ckin c*nt.... She deletes my sent items folder to hide the evidence. Shes a sly one!

:pac::pac::pac: I thought I was the only one!!! I don't even trust drunk me!!!

[-0-] · 08-04-2012 12:52AM

It's a phase and if you've any sense you'll grow out of it, hopefully before someone bottles you for exposing yourself to their missus......or not, and it's recorded and put on YouTube and you quickly become a legend in every male student's eyes.

--LOS-- · 08-04-2012 01:00AM

meh I don't think there's much I'd worry about, there shouldn't be much that you'd do drunk that you wouldn't do sober, at least not anything bad. If you're a bad person anyway you risk exposing that side of yourself when drunk but drinking is not an excuse.

brat74 · 08-04-2012 11:02PM

Mother of sweet Jesus there is nothing as bad in this life as "the fear". Shaking and sweating, feelin guilty as f**k over stupid things...sometimes lasts for about 3 days. Afraid to even go to the shop cause everybody is staring.......aaaaaagghh.....you are deffo NOT alone!!

beco2010 · 08-04-2012 11:48PM

yes i have to say the fear of checking your sent texts the next morning does not help. plus last dialed numbers always freaked me out

Grayson · 08-04-2012 11:54PM

castletownman wrote: »

Nothing worse than waking up the next morning and checking your sent messages folder on your phone only to see messages you don't remember sending. Oh gawd, the amount of ridiculous stuff my loose fingers have texted to random women throughout the years!

In fact someone should invent an app that prevents drunken texts being sent

I've heard you can attach a breathaliser to a phone now. Don't know what good that would do. I know I'd be smart enough to figure how to take it off and dumb enough to text someone.

But jesus, the horrible memories I've had. And I rarely forget anything. I'd LOVE to black stuff out.

Grayson · 08-04-2012 11:56PM

[-0-] wrote: »

and it's recorded and put on YouTube and you quickly become a legend in every male student's eyes.

That reminds me. facebook photo's. Two days later you see yourself, if not in bits, at the very least in the dumbest pose you've ever tried with a huge grin. And the immediate reaction is untag, untag!!

pragmatic1 · 09-04-2012 12:15AM

Grayson wrote: »

I've heard you can attach a breathaliser to a phone now. Don't know what good that would do. I know I'd be smart enough to figure how to take it off and dumb enough to text someone.

But jesus, the horrible memories I've had. And I rarely forget anything. I'd LOVE to black stuff out.

No you wouldn't I used to remember everything too. Trust me, when you have to fill in the gaps the mind makes it ten times worse.

Princess Peach · 09-04-2012 12:18AM

--LOS-- wrote: »

meh I don't think there's much I'd worry about, there shouldn't be much that you'd do drunk that you wouldn't do sober, at least not anything bad. If you're a bad person anyway you risk exposing that side of yourself when drunk but drinking is not an excuse.

I was a drunk mess and probably too loud and stupid but I always made my way home and alone and never got into any trouble.

beco2010 · 09-04-2012 12:51AM

What about the ppl who say they dont remember what happend to save from explaining. iv done it myself but , my friend got over jolly one night and started a fight (he is not a fighter or could never be) he shouts everything he can at this fella, the man comes to confront him he turns and heads or the hills, as quickly as he turns he falls rolling twice. this was outside the pub and at the start of a step hill any way after he has picked himself up he turns into a olympic sprinter and runs up this hill screaming F U ya F ing australian dickhead the man was english. we find him on the way to another pub and he has been trown out for having one of his shoes off why i dont know . he then decids on the best way to get back in is to banzai charge the door where the bouncers are watching, unaware to him as he runs for the door he crashs into the wall that is on the other side agian he picks himself up and runs off again. next day he says he cant remember a thing.

Flojo · 09-04-2012 12:53AM

I had one of those moments last Monday, got kicked out of a WrestleMania Party for being too hammered. Don't remember a thing. Not my classiest moment. Pitchers = evil.

TeddyTedson · 09-04-2012 12:58AM

Finished work on Thursday and don't remember Friday or Saturday at all. I haven't left the house today. I couldn't face people.
I have the fear badly. Now I'm starting to get the depressed feeling. I hate my job so much. I sort of wish I was dead at the moment but I know I'll be fine again in a day or two. Just play it out so.

Deus Ex Machina · 09-04-2012 11:58AM

Ah yes the fear. Luckily enough I'm usually able to rationalise myself out of it if I can remember most of what happened, but sometimes the memories are worse than the unknown.

One night in particular I was ordering drinks at the bar. I had ordered two Heinikens for my friends and a Guinness for myself. As he finished pouring the Heinos he picked up the glass and said "now for the Guinness". Something went off in my Vodka filled head.

"I'll help you with that!" I shouted as I grabbed the glass from his hand and squatted down. I took a big scuttery dump that filled the glass, and them slammed it down on the bar, shít flying everywhere. I ran out of the place and was never caught.

The next day was the worst fear I'd ever known. I tore pages out of books and lined the gaps in the door with them to block out the sound of me breathing to anybody outside. I stayed in the room for 48 hours and shît in the sink. Cried for hours straight. Made a noose. Luckily I snapped out of it before it went too badly wrong.

humbert · 09-04-2012 12:29PM

Anyone get the anti-fear?

Where, amidst vague haunting memories of the horror and debauchery of the night before you're walking down the road and there's a fresh breeze and maybe some nice trees and you think the the world's really a lovely peaceful tranquil place and life is wonderful.

Until it's all shattered by a flashback of something you'd completely forgotten...

bnt · 09-04-2012 01:16PM

Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)
-- Dorothy Parker, The Flaw in Paganism, from Death and Taxes (1931)

:cool:

Ms. Pingui · 09-04-2012 01:28PM

I woke up one morning after a mad session, was looking through the horendous pictures on my camera and there was a big close up of the local scumbag.
I must have just went right up into his face and took a picture of him.... he's the biggest knacker ever could've got my head kicked in. He wasn't looking happy in the photo either... scary ****! :eek:

ziggy23 · 09-04-2012 01:30PM

Deus Ex Machina wrote: »

Ah yes the fear. Luckily enough I'm usually able to rationalise myself out of it if I can remember most of what happened, but sometimes the memories are worse than the unknown.

One night in particular I was ordering drinks at the bar. I had ordered two Heinikens for my friends and a Guinness for myself. As he finished pouring the Heinos he picked up the glass and said "now for the Guinness". Something went off in my Vodka filled head.

"I'll help you with that!" I shouted as I grabbed the glass from his hand and squatted down. I took a big scuttery dump that filled the glass, and them slammed it down on the bar, shít flying everywhere. I ran out of the place and was never caught.

The next day was the worst fear I'd ever known. I tore pages out of books and lined the gaps in the door with them to block out the sound of me breathing to anybody outside. I stayed in the room for 48 hours and shît in the sink. Cried for hours straight. Made a noose. Luckily I snapped out of it before it went too badly wrong.

:pac::pac::pac::pac:
And now for some hangover music

SunnyDub1 · 09-04-2012 01:50PM

Had one of them nights saturday. Looking forward to heading out all week ... Then boooom - to much drink and shots

spent most of the night trowing up

Woke up yesterday feeling depressed, paroniod and like sh*t - the fear.
Doesn't be worth it sometimes

mickrock · 09-04-2012 01:57PM

Deus Ex Machina wrote: »

"I'll help you with that!" I shouted as I grabbed the glass from his hand and squatted down. I took a big scuttery dump that filled the glass, and them slammed it down on the bar, shít flying everywhere. I ran out of the place and was never caught.

:eek:

Corvo · 09-04-2012 02:05PM

Oh fu*k me I know how you feel.

Last weekend I just turned into a total penis with drink and caused so much bother that I am basically self-barring myself from the local. I wouldn't mind but I loved the pub and think I will have a tough time settling in somewhere else.

Anyway, a funny story from a few years back. One day I win a ton of cash on the horses, about €250 along with my wages stuffed into my wallet. So I'm Tony Soprano here with a good €700 on me. I go to the nightclub and get wasted.

I wake up the next day and my Dad says to me "Who was the young ugly yolk you had in this house last night?"

"Don't be stupid" I says "No young one with me last night"

"Honestly, in a red dress"

Checks wallet...no money.

Checks manhood...badly scarred. Somehow.

connundrum · 09-04-2012 02:29PM

My drunk brain has taken to making videos of stuff during a night as I clearly have issues remembering anything. This by itself is quite a feat for a drunk brain to even come up with.

I have, however, resolved to stop drinking that much. Its not even fun anymore

CB19Kevo · 09-04-2012 03:23PM

I tend to have a sunday freak out as i flash through my adventures from the previous night, Often it involves strange moves on the dancefloor, Swinging from stripper poles:rolleyes: (A addiction going on 4 years) or just bothering people by talking crap/getting involved in stuff that dont concern me.

Not the worst but it still bugs me for the cringe factor.

I really need to get back working at weekends.:D