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What was the strangest night out you ever had?

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  • #62
    usersame
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 179 ✭✭usersame


    Was staying in a Hostel in Thailand with a few mates, we were drinking in a bar at around 6pm when were heard a loud bang and the sound of glass being smashed, we head outside onto the road, a Russian lad had crashed into a parked car on his moped and went through the back windscreen. We go over to offer first aid, he wasn't wearing a helmet and was blinded by glass going into his eyes. After a few minutes an ambulance arrives and carts him away. Later that night I was heading back to the hostel locked drunk and with some English bird, in my haste to get inside I confused the building next to the hostel as being the actual hostel which had a big gate blocking off it's porch, I scaled the gate but was so drunk I lost my balance on hitting the ground on the other side, I fell through a window and made bits of my hand, lost a lot of blood and was rushed to hospital. Ironically I ended up on a trolley next to the Russian lad. The english one made a legger. Five days of having antibiotics injected into my arse really made me reflect on transgression.


  • #63
    Daveysil15
    Closed Accounts Posts: 4,301 ✭✭✭Daveysil15


    Larianne wrote: »
    Barmaid?

    Stripper - or at least she was dressed like one anyway. :D


  • #64
    MadsL
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 20,299 ✭✭✭✭MadsL


    Not too weird, but another memory...

    Night of my birthday in Zagreb, go drinking with a crowd from the hostel, play drinking games and then head to a nightclub, dancing etc. all normal except for the fact that everyone smashes their bottles on the dance floor here and at the end of the night we are still dancing in three inches of broken glass, a posse of drunk Swedish guys finish the night off by dancing with their jeans around their ankles. I end the night back at the hostel trying to figure out why I have my wrists tied together with duct tape.


  • #65
    bear1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 12,971 ✭✭✭✭bear1


    You worry me MadsL.... in fact its an appropriate username for your stories :D


  • #66
    jonnny68
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    Mid 90,s and we'd been up all night as using raving and absolutely mullered.

    We used to go to Heuston station for early morning drinks, before it got massively popular and loads of bogeys started coming it was a great spot, I remember seeing some of the old cast of fair city there off their heads on E's and Coke.

    Anyway that particular Saturday was like any other, we were still buzzing away drinking and getting up to all sorts, you used to get a mixture of people there ravers , old men drinking and people having a beer before catching their train.

    This really old man was sat beside me and looked as if he was locked, had a pint and a half in front of him, we didn't take much notice of him.

    About an hour later someone remarked that the old man was asleep and was slobbering, we just laughed and said no more.

    Another 3 hours later and we're all completely hammered and a staff member asked was the old man with us, we said he wasn't and had been asleep for hours, the staff member attempted to wake him but couldn't, we just assumed he was in a deep sleep because of the gargle.

    The staff member said he'd call an ambulance as he didn't think the old man looked too good, by this time a few more people tried unsuccessfully tried to wake him.

    Ambulance arrived and declared the man was dead, talk about freaky, I'd sat beside him for hours thinking he was just asleep and he was probably dead all that time.

    The cops came and asked us all to give a statement, talk about a comedown or what.

    Never did find out just how the old man died whether it was natural causes or not but **** me that was seriously freaky.


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  • #67
    santana75
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,392 ✭✭✭santana75


    Was at a 21st in a hotel one night, got pretty hammered. They started playing Neil Diamond(it was a bizarre 21st/50th birthday combo) and I decided it was time to roll and head for the hills. Walking along a dimly lit country-ish road, sticking out the paw in the hopes of hailing a cab. Eyes a little blury from too much JD, a cab with its available lights pulls up. I get in, take me home boss......and so we set off. So the taxi driver starts the usual banter, where were you tonight etc. So I tell him about the birthday party. But then this is where things got a little strange. He asks me had I been with my girlfriend all night? Even in my inebriated state alarm bells started to ring. I said, yeah sure I'd been with her all night. Then he asks, did ye's have sex(big thick country accent)? I was a bit stunned by his question, but I tried to make a joke out of it, so I said, no........we'll have sex later. Ha ha ha, we both laughed. But then he stops laughing of all sudden, looks at me( he had mad mans eyes)and says: What about fellas, do you like to have sex with fellas?
    It was about this time that I noticed there was no meter in the car, or ID badge. I'd gotten into the front seat of some bleeding sexual deviants jammer. I said, man Im gonna get out of the car right now, so pull over ok. In fairness to him he pulled over straight away and let me out no bother.
    Lesson learnt, dont go hailing cabs on dimly lit roads when you've drunk your own body weight in whiskey.


  • #68
    gifted
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,226 ✭✭✭gifted


    santana75 wrote: »
    Was at a 21st in a hotel one night, got pretty hammered. They started playing Neil Diamond(it was a bizarre 21st/50th birthday combo) and I decided it was time to roll and head for the hills. Walking along a dimly lit country-ish road, sticking out the paw in the hopes of hailing a cab. Eyes a little blury from too much JD, a cab with its available lights pulls up. I get in, take me home boss......and so we set off. So the taxi driver starts the usual banter, where were you tonight etc. So I tell him about the birthday party. But then this is where things got a little strange. He asks me had I been with my girlfriend all night? Even in my inebriated state alarm bells started to ring. I said, yeah sure I'd been with her all night. Then he asks, did ye's have sex(big thick country accent)? I was a bit stunned by his question, but I tried to make a joke out of it, so I said, no........we'll have sex later. Ha ha ha, we both laughed. But then he stops laughing of all sudden, looks at me( he had mad mans eyes)and says: What about fellas, do you like to have sex with fellas?
    It was about this time that I noticed there was no meter in the car, or ID badge. I'd gotten into the front seat of some bleeding sexual deviants jammer. I said, man Im gonna get out of the car right now, so pull over ok. In fairness to him he pulled over straight away and let me out no bother.
    Lesson learnt, dont go hailing cabs on dimly lit roads when you've drunk your own body weight in whiskey.

    Jesus but that's spooky :eek:


  • #69
    maxfresh
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    some great stories in this thread :cool:


  • #70
    MadsL
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    bear1 wrote: »
    You worry me MadsL.... in fact its an appropriate username for your stories :D

    I have lots more...did you hear about the time a mate of mine tried to stop a wedding... or the time my boss tried to cut Michael Jackson's head off and the night when an acid fuelled 'trip' to meet the president of the Czech Republic took place.


  • #71
    yogidc26
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 646 ✭✭✭yogidc26


    I went met this young lady that I had been seen for a few weeks. She was from Kerry and I was living in Dublin so we meet in half way and got hotel.

    The night was going grand she was looking hot and we were getting pissed well she was drinking more than me this should have been my first key that something was up. So about 1.30 we are on the dance floor giving it loads and she burns me with a smoke just above the eye (strike one).

    So I convince her just head back to the hotel for a bit or the other as she gets out side she tells me she has something to tell me (f*ck she is a he I think) No. She tell me that she lost the use of one of her arms a few years ago but she is getting rehab for it. Is that all is I said thinking F it she is still hot and I just want shag. So all the way back to the hotel she crying and shouting all over the street (at this stage I don't know if it was wort it) When we get back in to the Hotel the local garda sergeant is there just talking to the staff. So my Date! thinks it will be funny to slag him off for 5 mins till I get her to the stairs. As we are walking up the stairs she stops and says to me that she will not walk any more that I had to lift her to the room (do I still want the shag. Yep. so I pick her up and get her to the bed)

    So we get in to bed to get down to business and are messing about. So she goes down on me, but the she goes to get up, but she can't and has to use her head and one arm on the bed, at this point she falls off and hits the floor. (F me is this ever going to happen) So when I help her back in to the bed she start shouting for me to hit her, just to slap her around a bit. Now this is something that I will never do in or out of bed.

    I think I got to sleep about 5 with all the crying and **** and still didn't get a shag.

    This is my strangest night even!


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  • #72
    MadsL
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    jonnny68 wrote: »
    Mid 90,s and we'd been up all night as using raving and absolutely mullered.

    We used to go to Heuston station for early morning drinks, before it got massively popular and loads of bogeys started coming it was a great spot, I remember seeing some of the old cast of fair city there off their heads on E's and Coke.

    Anyway that particular Saturday was like any other, we were still buzzing away drinking and getting up to all sorts, you used to get a mixture of people there ravers , old men drinking and people having a beer before catching their train.

    This really old man was sat beside me and looked as if he was locked, had a pint and a half in front of him, we didn't take much notice of him.

    About an hour later someone remarked that the old man was asleep and was slobbering, we just laughed and said no more.

    Another 3 hours later and we're all completely hammered and a staff member asked was the old man with us, we said he wasn't and had been asleep for hours, the staff member attempted to wake him but couldn't, we just assumed he was in a deep sleep because of the gargle.

    The staff member said he'd call an ambulance as he didn't think the old man looked too good, by this time a few more people tried unsuccessfully tried to wake him.

    Ambulance arrived and declared the man was dead, talk about freaky, I'd sat beside him for hours thinking he was just asleep and he was probably dead all that time.

    The cops came and asked us all to give a statement, talk about a comedown or what.

    Never did find out just how the old man died whether it was natural causes or not but **** me that was seriously freaky.


    Had a similar experience that you just reminded me of...

    Living in Prague in 93 we got wind of the fact that a American bar was closing and the owner had basically decided that he would give away the booze to anyone working in the expat bar business rather than let his creditors get it. One of those dangerous nights where you basically drink anything that was put in front of you. Come 2am or so, we've actually managed to drink the bar dry except for some weird bottle of brown **** that no-one is going near..

    Owner decides to close up and we stumble out onto Charles bridge with one lad gamely clutching the brown bottle, we don't get far as we all can barely walk and it is freezing cold (probably -15) we all end up in a heap of bodies trying to keep both warm and keep the drink down.

    I have no idea how long we are like this until we spot that one guy isn't moving...ambulance gets called and we sober up pretty fast as we realise and the word spreads that he's dead. Scary end to the night.


  • #73
    Chancer3001
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,480 ✭✭✭Chancer3001


    Lads of crazy nights

    1 - Ibiza drug lord party with free drugs for all

    2 - accusing an elderly English man of having no soul after he cock blocked me

    3 shifting a dog while in a bed with an elderly married couple.

    4 ran 10 miles home from a party organised by man utds head coach in holland, with two guys in their 50s

    5 free tray or jäger and goldschlager ended up with me face down in my garden

    6 trying to carry a bicycle over my front gate, ended up with a nice back injury.

    7 stealing a bicycle that had no front wheel off a lamp post, "cycling" it home

    8 having a taxi driver kick in our front door , rip the doorbell off and leave a threatening note for not paying a fare

    9 turned red on a night out. Entire body went bright red....very strange.

    10 got attacked by a group of prostitutes in a brothel. They knew I had no money at all. Was just there for a gawk.


  • #74
    ldxo15wus6fpgm
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    santana75 wrote: »
    Was at a 21st in a hotel one night, got pretty hammered. They started playing Neil Diamond(it was a bizarre 21st/50th birthday combo) and I decided it was time to roll and head for the hills. Walking along a dimly lit country-ish road, sticking out the paw in the hopes of hailing a cab. Eyes a little blury from too much JD, a cab with its available lights pulls up. I get in, take me home boss......and so we set off. So the taxi driver starts the usual banter, where were you tonight etc. So I tell him about the birthday party. But then this is where things got a little strange. He asks me had I been with my girlfriend all night? Even in my inebriated state alarm bells started to ring. I said, yeah sure I'd been with her all night. Then he asks, did ye's have sex(big thick country accent)? I was a bit stunned by his question, but I tried to make a joke out of it, so I said, no........we'll have sex later. Ha ha ha, we both laughed. But then he stops laughing of all sudden, looks at me( he had mad mans eyes)and says: What about fellas, do you like to have sex with fellas?
    It was about this time that I noticed there was no meter in the car, or ID badge. I'd gotten into the front seat of some bleeding sexual deviants jammer. I said, man Im gonna get out of the car right now, so pull over ok. In fairness to him he pulled over straight away and let me out no bother.
    Lesson learnt, dont go hailing cabs on dimly lit roads when you've drunk your own body weight in whiskey.

    This has brought back a night I had completely forgotten about. Almost the exact same thing happened to me!

    Was walking up the drumcondra road back to my house after a big college night out, I had probably been to coppers or somewhere on harcourt st anyway, and had no money left for a taxi and couldn't find any of my friends. So I had to hump it all the way home, no bother I'd done it plenty of times and it's grand when you're bladdered anyway, time flies.

    Anyway, I had just passed under the bridge in drumcondra heading for santry and this fella pulls up in a silver car and asked if I wanted a lift. I saw a taxi sign on the roof and told him I'd no money and he said something like it's fine I'm heading this way anyway. So I thought **** it I might as well and hopped in to the front seat and off we went. He asked where I was coming from bla bla. He asked if I'd scored any birds during the night and I said yeah as a matter of fact I did but she wasn't worth the hassle and laughed.

    Then it got a bit weird! He turned to me and went 'what about men, do ye like men?' I laughed it off, full sure he was just messing and just said no I've no interest... and then he started trying to grab at me! I went ****ing bananas anyway and pulled the handbrake and got out of the car and legged it onto the dcu campus because he couldn't follow me there.

    Can't believe I forgot that happened. Really creepy **** :eek:


  • #75
    DazMarz
    Closed Accounts Posts: 8,493 ✭✭✭DazMarz


    As I worked nights at weekends for most of my years between the ages of 19 and 23, most of my mad nights involved me being the driver who took drunk people home or seeing the fag-end of sessions and parties and all that. Meaning I now have dirt and skeletons on half the population of Ireland at this stage. Especially when I worked as the barman/courtesy-car-driver for a pub.

    Some classics:

    -picked up a friend of mine from a house party in Rathmines. She lived in Bray. So, I was flooring it down the M11/N11. She is monumentally pissed and is in the backseat. I start hearing heaving and retching noises. "Are you getting fúcking sick?!?" I scream, worrying about my upholstery. I'm in the fast lane, so I swerve wildly across the motorway, while shouting "Roll the fúcking window down and puke out that!" She literally rolled the window down about a foot, placed her mouth right on the edge of the window and began letting her puke dribble down the window and onto the outside of the car door. She had been doing jello-shots, so her puke had the look of pink candy-floss. My car looked like it had been attacked by a candy-floss vendor. It also damaged the paintwork, whatever drink she'd had.

    -Agreed to pick up a group of my friends from the city centre one night. They were on O'Connell Bridge. I pull over on the bridge next to them. Two of them are there with their heads stuck through the columns of the bridge, puking into the Liffey. Charming.

    -Driving the courtesy car for the pub one night, a lad got out and got violently sick, outside his own house. He then threw a €50 through the open passenger window and mumbled "Sorry about that" and staggered off. :confused:

    -Walking back to my house one night with a friend and we're both absolutely blotto. Walking dead centre of the road. Death wish. Anyway, he spots a hedge, dividing two gardens. This hedge is a good 7 feet tall. "Do you think I'd make that?" he says, a glint in his eye. Before I can respond, he breaks into a run and launches himself at the hedge. He clears it like a Kentucky show-horse. Fair play. But then there's the thud and the massive roar of "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" from the other side of the hedge. I made no hurry, and strolled onwards, hands in pockets. When I arrived at the hedge, there was my friend spread-eagled on his back in the middle of a newly-tarmacadamed driveway.

    -Struggling to get a 20-stone plus, 6' 7" tall, pure wall of Guinness and muscle out of the passenger seat of the courtesy car every night was a challenge. Vinny (not his real name; I don't wanna get sued), you mad bastard. Great fun, though.


  • #76
    The Diabolical Monocle
    Banned (with Prison Access) Posts: 2,618 ✭✭✭The Diabolical Monocle


    HalloweenJack wrote: »

    Another time, I was threatened by a Moroccan drug dealer in Sevilla. I'd bought some weed and coke off him but I didn't have enough money on me (which was a lie)


    For what ? - say 75 euro.
    Moroccan. Drug dealer.
    .....no noooo .... when abroad and buying drugs from shifty characters you're supposed to play it quick, simple and subtle.
    75 euro vs possibility of arrest, going home in a bag etc.
    wtf.


  • #77
    Old School Husqy
    Banned (with Prison Access) Posts: 78 ✭✭Old School Husqy


    Was on the sauce hard one xmas, on one sat night i convinced the taxi driver i was sober enough to drive from main road to house (private road with 2 neighbours) , anyway got into car and took off, stopped for a piss along the road and next thing i remember was my neighbour opening the back drivers door of the car where i was sitting asleep with my hands on the drivers head rest, car still running, quarter to 11 in the morning they were heading to mass, obviously after taking the piss misjudged which was drivers door and just passed out.


  • #78
    stoeger
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 310 ✭✭stoeger


    Friend rang me one night to go for a few as he was back from oz for few weeks .
    So we headed in to limerick and met up with some of the lads got well pist and hanging around out side a club eating a kabab and a fight broke out between some right looking scum and of course my mate who used to be a bouncer got stuck in and came back missing a finger spent the rest of the night in hospital he had some explaining to his wife when he went back to oz


  • #79
    stoeger
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 310 ✭✭stoeger


    Friend rang me one night to go for a few as he was back from oz for few weeks .
    So we headed in to limerick and met up with some of the lads got well pist and hanging around out side a club eating a kabab and a fight broke out between some right looking scum and of course my mate who used to be a bouncer got stuck in and came back missing a finger spent the rest of the night in hospital he had some explaining to his wife when he went back to oz


  • #80
    Brego888
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    Out one night with a group of friends in town then back to a house party later. About 7am we decide we haven't had enough drink so back into town the early house we went.
    A few souls staggered home over the next few hours until me and the last guy got some sense and left at about 11.30am. It is quite surreal wandering through the city blind drunk at that time of the morning.

    Any we'd spent a fortune on taxis earlier that night so decided to get the 46a home as I was living in Dun Laoghaire. Mate jumps out somewhere before donnybrook and I sit on. Next thing I'm getting shook awake in the upper deck of the bus by someone who turns out to be the bus driver.

    Bus driver: "do you know where you are? Do you know where you're going"
    Me: "of course I do my friend" squinting against the bright lights of the sun and trying to find my bearings. Spotting the Dublin bus depot in donnybrook "yes we're in donnybrook and I'm heading to dun laoghaire my good man"
    Bus driver: "we've just come from dun laoghaire you gob****e"
    Queue laughter at the back of the bus.

    I had slept the whole way out to dun laoghaire and was nearly back in town again.


  • #81
    liliq
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    Was at a conference in dc with boozy work colleagues a few years ago.
    I am soo fuzzy on the details, but we started off the night doing a table quiz in an Irish bar, met some Irish that lived locally who brought us to a club after the bar closed. I'm conceived my drink was spiked or something, but one of the group started freaking me out (no idea why) so I just got up and left the club. I had my wallet and phone but didn't realise I had my phone with me.
    So off out into the streets of dc I go, and thought I'd somehow find my way back to the hotel, which I knew the name of but not the address.
    Got chased down a street by some locals after trying to use a pay phone, then ended up in another bar trying to talk to someone about American football which I know nothing about.
    Next thing I remember I'm talking to some random guy who says I can drive his car back to the hotel, and it's just down this alley. Copped on after a few minutes and had to literally run away from him!
    Then im in a 7/11 type of place trying to write my email address down but when I looked at the paper the next day, I'd been writing down my email password. Some 'artist' was talking to me and trying to buy a giant tiger teddy with 1 cent coins. Then the police brought me back to the hotel. But I didn't have a key card for my room.
    Definitely the weirdest night out I've had.


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  • #82
    Chiorino
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 623 ✭✭✭Chiorino


    Chancer3001 wrote: »
    Lads of crazy nights

    3 shifting a dog while in a bed with an elderly married couple

    Sorry, what??


  • #83
    bear1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 12,971 ✭✭✭✭bear1


    Chiorino wrote: »
    Sorry, what??

    A non attractive woman AKA a dog


  • #84
    Overflow
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    HalloweenJack wrote: »
    Have walked the distance from the city centre back to Bray a few times, though it wouldn't be the maddest night out I've had.

    Probably a toss-up between two I can think of.

    In Vienna, me and a friend ended the night in a Russian mafia-owned after-hours bar with free Red Bull and jaegers in front of us. It all started after the bar we were in started closing down and outside we'd asked a guy for a smoke. He was a massive ****er in height and build. He pulled the smokes out of a cigarette box with Cyrillic writing on it and then offered to sell us some for a ridiculously cheap price. He explained that his family smuggled cigarettes from one of those Islamic Russian republics.

    Next thing we knew, he'd dragged us into a bar and put some drinks in front of us before disappearing. It was a well dodgy place. Very dark and dingy with strobe lights and girls dancing about. Everyone else in the place was a spitter for the guy that'd led us in. As soon as me and my mate copped on to how dodgy this place could be, we legged it.

    Another time, I was threatened by a Moroccan drug dealer in Sevilla. I'd bought some weed and coke off him but I didn't have enough money on me (which was a lie) so had to convince him that I'd come back to the same bar the next night to pay him the rest (even though I didn't live there and I knew I was leaving the next morning. Anyway, later that night I went back out to smoke and he came up to me. He'd seen me buying a drink so he knew I had more money then I'd let on. I told him no then he said "I have a gun in my pants" before laughing hysterically and telling me he was joking. At this point, he looked around, lifted his shirt and made sure I saw the gun he had tucked into his pants.

    Needless to say I paid up, went inside, found my friends and we got the hell out of that place.

    You Sir, almost won yourself a Darwin Award !


  • #85
    Overflow
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,266 ✭✭✭Overflow


    I've told this one before i think.

    Went out for a drink in Bray with a mate. Woke up on a plane, flying over some snowy mountains wondering what the f*ck was going on. Looked across and calmed a bit when i seen my mate passed out beside me. One or two flashbacks of me falling flat on my face getting out of a taxi outside Arrivals in Dublin airport. Stumbling through security, then BAM ! Panic, why am i on a plane, where the f*ck am i going, what f*cking mountains are they down there.

    I woke my mate up to find out what the hell we were doing. Turns out we got **** faced in the pub, decide it would be a great idea to go to Barcelona. Went to our houses after the pub closed to book flights, get passports and drink more. Left at about 4am and got a taxi to the airport for a 6am flight. It was my ex-girlfriends birthday the morning we flew out, so she was none to impressed when i called here to tell her i wont be able to make it to her party as im currently in Spain.


  • #86
    Overflow
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    Brego888 wrote: »
    Out one night with a group of friends in town then back to a house party later. About 7am we decide we haven't had enough drink so back into town the early house we went.
    A few souls staggered home over the next few hours until me and the last guy got some sense and left at about 11.30am. It is quite surreal wandering through the city blind drunk at that time of the morning.

    Any we'd spent a fortune on taxis earlier that night so decided to get the 46a home as I was living in Dun Laoghaire. Mate jumps out somewhere before donnybrook and I sit on. Next thing I'm getting shook awake in the upper deck of the bus by someone who turns out to be the bus driver.

    Bus driver: "do you know where you are? Do you know where you're going"
    Me: "of course I do my friend" squinting against the bright lights of the sun and trying to find my bearings. Spotting the Dublin bus depot in donnybrook "yes we're in donnybrook and I'm heading to dun laoghaire my good man"
    Bus driver: "we've just come from dun laoghaire you gob****e"
    Queue laughter at the back of the bus.

    I had slept the whole way out to dun laoghaire and was nearly back in town again.

    I did something similar on the Dart. Left Tara station with a mate early in the morning heading towards Bray. Woke when my mate got off in Killiney. I was going to Bray so I thought to myself, grand, almost home. Wake up at an unknown station, assuming I missed the Bray stop and I'm now at the end of the line in Greystones.

    Nope.

    I was in Howth.


  • #87
    eviltimeban
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,194 ✭✭✭eviltimeban


    DazMarz wrote: »
    -Walking back to my house one night with a friend and we're both absolutely blotto. Walking dead centre of the road. Death wish. Anyway, he spots a hedge, dividing two gardens. This hedge is a good 7 feet tall. "Do you think I'd make that?" he says, a glint in his eye. Before I can respond, he breaks into a run and launches himself at the hedge. He clears it like a Kentucky show-horse. Fair play. But then there's the thud and the massive roar of "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" from the other side of the hedge. I made no hurry, and strolled onwards, hands in pockets. When I arrived at the hedge, there was my friend spread-eagled on his back in the middle of a newly-tarmacadamed driveway.

    Reminds me of a night out walking home from the pub, and we used to jump into the hedges of the houses on the way home (big houses - big hedges). Anyway there was this one hedge and my mate legs it across the road and jumps into it and disappears. Turns out he misjudged the thickness of the hedge and just passed right through it, falling down a sloped garden and bashing his head on a rock and cutting it open.

    Now I failed to mention he was also tripping on acid. He had to go to A&E and tell the nurse "I'm on LSD!" which became a classic one liner for many years. It was more the way he said it.


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    HalloweenJack
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 7,574 ✭✭✭HalloweenJack


    DazMarz wrote: »
    -Walking back to my house one night with a friend and we're both absolutely blotto. Walking dead centre of the road. Death wish. Anyway, he spots a hedge, dividing two gardens. This hedge is a good 7 feet tall. "Do you think I'd make that?" he says, a glint in his eye. Before I can respond, he breaks into a run and launches himself at the hedge. He clears it like a Kentucky show-horse. Fair play. But then there's the thud and the massive roar of "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" from the other side of the hedge. I made no hurry, and strolled onwards, hands in pockets. When I arrived at the hedge, there was my friend spread-eagled on his back in the middle of a newly-tarmacadamed driveway.
    I'd forgotten that one and, yes, it was as sore as you can imagine.
    The Diabolical Monocle wrote:
    For what ? - say 75 euro.
    Moroccan. Drug dealer.
    .....no noooo .... when abroad and buying drugs from shifty characters you're supposed to play it quick, simple and subtle.
    75 euro vs possibility of arrest, going home in a bag etc.
    wtf.
    It was actually a lot less. Think I only owed him a tenner but I believed I was already paying over the top for what I was getting so tried to rip him off. It's the last time I do that to a dealer, though.


  • #89
    Plazaman
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    I had drove into town one night to get a takeaway and unexpectedly bumped into friends who I hadn't seen in ages and going out on the town getting ratarséd.

    At the end of the night, in my drunken state I knew I would not be able to bring the car home so I decided it would be wiser to take a bus home. Got home safe and sound in the early hours of the morning which was very surprising as I had never drove a bus before that night.


  • #90
    Cienciano
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 14,208 ✭✭✭✭Cienciano


    Overflow wrote: »
    I've told this one before i think.

    Went out for a drink in Bray with a mate. Woke up on a plane, flying over some snowy mountains wondering what the f*ck was going on. Looked across and calmed a bit when i seen my mate passed out beside me. One or two flashbacks of me falling flat on my face getting out of a taxi outside Arrivals in Dublin airport. Stumbling through security, then BAM ! Panic, why am i on a plane, where the f*ck am i going, what f*cking mountains are they down there.

    I woke my mate up to find out what the hell we were doing. Turns out we got **** faced in the pub, decide it would be a great idea to go to Barcelona. Went to our houses after the pub closed to book flights, get passports and drink more. Left at about 4am and got a taxi to the airport for a 6am flight. It was my ex-girlfriends birthday the morning we flew out, so she was none to impressed when i called here to tell her i wont be able to make it to her party as im currently in Spain.
    Ah, come on. This thread is for real stories.


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  • #91
    Overflow
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,266 ✭✭✭Overflow


    Cienciano wrote: »
    Ah, come on. This thread is for real stories.

    Its all true, I have an ex-girlfriend to prove it :)


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