What was the strangest night out you ever had?

In my band during college, we played a friend's house party during rag week, which was raided by the cops. We then decided to move all equipment around the corner to our house and continue the gig and house party there. Lasted about 20 mins before the cops raided that and everybody was kicked out.

While we were sitting around, surveying the destruction of 40+ people suddenly entering and being kicked out of our house, we heard some commotion outside. Looked like people being arrested and put in a paddy wagon in the middle of a green beside our house. After having a closer look and asking around, we realised what had happened.

The paddy wagon had been chasing two streakers through our estate and chased them across the green, but ended getting stuck. The only two cops manning it looked young and completely bewildered. Probably only recent Templemore graduates. Basically, every passing student thought it was hilarious but all helped to try and move the van out of the mud, wrecking the bumper and panelling in the process. The van just never budged though.

One of my housemates, a thick-as-sh1t kerryman, who was hammered at the time, said to one of the cops "let me drive it. i drove a tractor back home". He revved the sh1te our of it and of course, nothing happened. After a while, 'backup' arrived, complete withsome kind of towing rope and everybody scattered.



tl;dr, Drunken kerry student drives police vehicle, with permission

Daveysil15 wrote: »

I approached a girl in a nightclub once and she actually engaged in conversation with me. That was really strange.

Barmaid?

Went out to the Shannon Knights on a Thursday, woke up in Athlone 6 day's later...
Had a single bus ticket from Cork to Athlone in my pocket. ...
I was in Cork Friday night lol
A bag beside me on a park bench and a 6pack of cider, and a local solicitors business card in my wallet...
I had spent the last 6 day's binge drinking and blacked out for 4....
My phone rang and it was the solicitor calling me wondering where I was. ...
I was staying with her in her apartment since Sunday night, she was quite attractive looking and took pity on me.
I think her dad was an alcoholic, so she liked fixing people.
I just had enough, got a bus back to Shannon, kicked the booze and im sober since that morning in 2003 :-)

Not the strangest night out, but the strangest thing:
Was in amsterdam and having a smoke in the coffee shop (up past Barneys Coffeeshop for anyone who knows amsterdam) and a dwarf on a little bmx cycled past. I was stoned, thought it was weird, but carried on and never mentioned it.
Next day we were way over the far side of the red light district (dublin equivalent distance would be parnell street to camden street) having a smoke just inside the door of a coffee shop. We were both smoking and looking out the window and I said "did you see that dwarf on a bmx yesterday?". My mate said "no", but the second he says it, who the hell goes past, but the dwarf on the bmx.
OK, probably not that good, but when you're stoned, it's fúcking amazing

This one time, I went to the shop to buy a bottle of coke and some doughnuts. One thing led to another and I ended up throwing a TV off an overpass at 3 in the morning.

Good times

a few quite ones on a friday night,ended up trying to drive a cherry picker up a one way street,

trying to find a girls house after a feed of pints, I got lost in a field,but lost one of my new runners,so slept in the field full of cows till it was bright and could find the runner and walked home soaked to the bone that morning

You do some weird things when you're drunk. I remember coming home from the pub and me and a mate thought it would be brilliant to roll home. So we lay on our sides and rolled sideways down the road. Just measured it on google earth, managed to roll 300 meters. Rolling over the speedbumps was actually quite hard.
Waking up the next day with bruises everywhere, wondering why and and having a flashback of rolling down the road was funny.

I also know a guy who decided to have a race home with his mate with their trousers down. One of them ripped their trousers in half.

Does anyone else feel like getting completely ****faced right now?

Strangest for me would be my 18th birthday.
Myself and a few lads went away to Roscommon for the night (Don't ask me why) and got absolutely plastered on straight vodka, pringles and dutch gold.
Decided it would be a good idea to then head out, this is where the black-out for all of us happens.
We all woke up the next day with blood on our heads, broken glass in our hair and ripped clothes.
We still don't know to this day wtf happened but needless to say we got the hell out of Roscommon immediately.

bear1 wrote: »

Strangest for me would be my 18th birthday.
Myself and a few lads went away to Roscommon for the night (Don't ask me why) and got absolutely plastered on straight vodka, pringles and dutch gold.
Decided it would be a good idea to then head out, this is where the black-out for all of us happens.
We all woke up the next day with blood on our heads, broken glass in our hair and ripped clothes.
We still don't know to this day wtf happened but needless to say we got the hell out of Roscommon immediately.

How was your anus??

on a weekend away in London over 20 years ago, me and about 15 other lads from the north of england, most of irish desecent. we'd been out watching rugby league at wembley all day, and had been drinking for about 36 hours solid by saturday evening....

first we are walking through Paddington, at about 8pm, when a car full of rather large black gentlemen pull up in a car next to about 6 of us and ask us "what was the rangers score today?" my friend, himself a rather large white gentlemen proceeds to shout at the top of his voice "Rangers? Rangers?? Hun bastards! Get the Semtex out of the bag there will ya Paddy!". Black fellas jump out of the car, armed with lead pipes and the likes, we're all shouting at our mate for being a prick(Queensway tube station had recently been bombed by the IRA) and after some drunken reasoning and some pushing and shoving (we found out that they wanted the Queens Park Rangers score, they found out we were drunken idiots) they invited us to a party in Shepherd's Bush.

One hour later, we arrived at the party to find 4 naked women dancing and putting on lesbian performances, drugs everywhere and three lovely young gentlmen comparing guns and tattoos. They had neck tattoos back when nobody had neck tattoos. We shat ourselves. Drugs were being forced upon us, three of the lads could not touch drugs as they were pro sportsmen who got drug tested regularly, so the other few of us were having to "take one for the team". We were allowed to leave about two hours later, 3 of us stoned off our heads on Coke, weed, speed and ecstacy, one hallucinating, and the others still shitting their pants....

So, we grab a taxi and head back to Bayswater, where our little dive of a hotel was. Then we decided to pop in for one last drink at the much posher hotel across the road. The hotel, though, had made the mistake of a having a swimming pool and gym attached to the late bar downstairs. Within 10 minutes the pool was filled by 6 stoned and drunk northerners, completely naked and encouraging the few female guests in the hotel to do the same. One of the lads managed to talk two middle aged women from the USA to join him in the sauna, so we left him to it. A quick look inside showed us that he was getting oral pleasure from one of the women, she must have been in her fifties are we were about 20.

Suddenly the whole room is filled by the sound of screaming and banging on the sauna doors. Our lovely friend had decided it would be hilarious to take a dump on the sauna coals and trap the ladies inside. At this point we were told that the police had been called so the rest of us shoved all our clothes on as quick as possible and tried to do a runner out of the hotel door. But, they had locked the doors so we couldn't escape. So then it became time for a race with the security guards around the hotel. We made it to the fire escape, barged the door open and ran for freedom.

After the that the night is a blur. All I know is that at 11am the next day I woke up in a strange hotel room in the Euston area, wearing someone else's clothes and with £10 in my pocket along with a note saying "Check out is at Noon. Go and see a doctor." No idea why i needed a doctor, until i moved that is. My ribs and arms were killing me and the bruises were coming out most impressively.

I go down to reception to find out whose room it was and how I got there, and the morning staff have no clue how I got there, but apparently the room was paid for in cash(probably mine as I had taken a fair sum down with me) by a woman of middle eastern appearance who took me to my room and then left.

At 12.15pm I made it back to our base in Queensway to be told that I had disappeared when we were doing a runner from the hotel and that they couldn't find me anywhere.

Upon visiting the doctor I found that I had three broken ribs and floating bone in my elbow that looked like the signs of serious force. No idea if I got beaten up(though my face was ok), run over, fell over or what.

But you know what? I fucking loved it. Loved the buzz of the big city. There was nothing quite like it at home. So, 3 weeks later I moved to London.

Woke up in the backseat of my neighbours car, I must have got as far as the apartment building and thought "not climbing them bastard stairs, this'll do".

I don't even know him so thank fúck I woke up before he headed to work!

bear1 wrote: »

Does anyone else feel like getting completely ****faced right now?

Strangest for me would be my 18th birthday.
Myself and a few lads went away to Roscommon for the night (Don't ask me why) and got absolutely plastered on straight vodka, pringles and dutch gold.

Must have been the pringles!

petes wrote: »

Must have been the pringles!

Yeah i agree, Salt and Vinegar is a helluva a drug!

One of my stranger nights out was during rag week in UL. This is one of my only nights out where I have patchy black out memories from.

Two of my housemates and myself went into Limerick where we found a place with a blackboard with about 20 different shot names listed on it.

So we decide "we're getting through that entire blackboard!!" , this eventually turned into a race between the three of us.

Next thing I know, I can't keep my balance while standing at the bar and my mouth wont speak the words that my brain is telling it to say. No more service for me Then the two guys who are with me follow suite.

Then the black-outs begin.
*black spot*

I've arrived back at UL in a taxi and I go to pay the taxi man, "ah no... i've no money left" (said drunkenly), Taxi driver is getting pised off (and rightfully so). In my best non-drunk english, I manage a "do you take debit card"? Next thing he's doing a burnout and speeding off away from my place to take me to an ATM. (this man was seriously PO'd) so i just went back to sleep.

*black spot*

In my bed and I wake up to random giggling - the two guys have arrived home and have put shaving foam all over me. We have a shaving foam fight. (The appartment look awesome in the morning - smelled nice too)

*black spot*

we're under a pedestrian bridge in camoflague and war paint (!?) (our halloween costumes). jumping out and scaring pedestrians as they are coming back from their nights out.

*black spot*

we're all muddy, sopping wet, and wearing face paint and camoflage in some random girls appartment. They (2 girls) were overlooking the bridge from their balcony and giving us a heads up when people were coming.

*black spot*

I'm in a bed with one of said girls, somewhat engaged; the three (actually there were four people now) others burst in the door, ripped the covers off, and just stood there cheering! (we stopped what we were doing...)

and then I dont remember much more.

Although I'm fairly sure the taxi man took €50 off me. :mad:

Still though, talk about second winds!