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Proudest moment ever

Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by falconjets, May 6, 2010.

  1. falconjets

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    Next weekend my roommates will be attempting the first in a series of drinking feats. This one will be running 24 miles and drinking 24 beers within a 24 hour period. We have dubbed it "The Triple Jack Bauer". The way it has been planned it won't be too difficult. Midnight we will drink one or two, go on a 14 mile run then go to bed. Wake up the next day and alternate between beers and runs throughout the day.
    The future will hopefully hold "The Bicentennial". 100 beers and 100 miles in a week. For those mathematically challenged, that is just over 14 beers and 14 miles everyday for a week. Also known as death.

    Focus: What is your greatest drinking accomplishment?
     
  2. Crown Royal

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    I made it through a double "Century Club" (much less pussy version of "Power Hour"). 2 hours, 200 hundred shots of beer, with Mojitos in between. I was a gibbled, pants-around-the-anwles drunk mess, but I never threw up, I never blacked out and nobody punched me the entire night, even when I dumped a bowl of straws over a bartender.
     
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    One night I did the century club with some friends and was pretty tuned up. I saw they had a bottle of Boones Farm in their fridge, so I slammed it. They were all amazed and somehow I started talking shit that I could slam 3 bottles. Que up them leaving and getting more. I wish I could say I was a champion that night and kept down all three, but just as I finished the last bottle it all came rushing back out. Below is the video my buddy took of my attempt. I was able to do the 3 bottles a few months later, but it was done outside at night and the video didn't turn out. I have become known as the Boones Farm guy.

     
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    Christmas of '07 the company I worked for, which was highly religious, gave us the entire week of Christmas off. I began drinking at 5 Friday and didn't stop until Sunday... as in Sunday ten days later. Days consisted of drinking beer at the beach or in the kiddie pool out back, and hitting up the Melbourne (FL) bars after dark. The last three days of this bender were spent in Savannah, fueled by some Colombian marching powder, which meant no sleep. The first day back to work we had a company meeting in the morning. I was having a hard time sitting upright, and was sent home when they told me my face was literally green.

    The only other achievement in drinking I'm quite as proud of (besides my 8 hour blackout from the blackout thread), is I've NEVER had someone chug a beer faster than me.
     
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    Probably the time in Mexico when I was hammered enough to enter a bikini contest and graceful enough to take second (read: didn't fall off the runway, throw up on anyone or do anything else unladylike). There was enough Patron in my system to paralyze a midget, perhaps the change in altitude benefitted me.
     
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    A few weeks ago I and a few of my friends formed a group to participate in a "Crate Race." It was a party at a house just off campus, and there were about eight teams playing. Each team had eight members- half of which had to be females, as a rule. Naturally, it was a race to finish off the "crate." The crate consisted of: a case of beer, two fifths (vodka), a box of wine, and a pack of cigarettes.

    Two of the girls pulled their weight pretty impressively, the other two...not so much. As the race was ending down we had to pick up their slack. I remember mixing cups of vodka with wine and chugging it between chain-smoking Camels.


    We came in second...by about 15 seconds. Things get foggy after that.
     
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    This summer my friends and I have decided to conquer the "open to close" at one of our favorite bars. You have to get there at 10:30 am and drink until 3:00 am all without leaving the bar. They do serve food so we will be able to eat. What do you win? Your picture on the wall. Of course the picture is taken at close so you get immortalized while looking your best.
     
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    I did a century in university but it was no real big feat, my friend aka the Drunkness Monster (this guy now has a phd in biochemistry... scary shit huh?) finished the century drinking only Mike's Hard Lemonade. I can't believe that guys face didn't pucker up and implode on itself.

    My personal best is that I was drunk for 13 out of a 14 day period. It was during the annual hockey tournament at school (BurMac) which is always a shitshow for most of the week but then I just kept getting drunk for a whole other week after that. I'll be damned if I can remember why I did this but I must have had my reasons... or not.

    Edit: Now that I think of it, this really isn't fuck all to be proud about but for some reason it seemed like a big deal when I was 20 and in the middle of the school year not being on holidays or anything.
     
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    Senior year of highschool: 2 Forty Oz's of Steel Reserve, and 5 blunts. Before School.

    A group of us all decided to get fucked up before school one day, but some of the kids didn't want to be stoned before school, and some of the kids didn't want to be drunk before school. But I had been either drunk or stoned before school plenty of times, so I figured I may as well combine the two. I had drank a 40 of Steel a dozen times before school, but never two. And I had smoked blunts before school, but never 5. Granted the 5 blunts were between about 6 or 7 people, but the two Steels were all mine.

    I was a wreck. It was a small (100 kids per class) Catholic School, and a good portion of my classmates could tell immediately I was really really fucked up, but luckily the teachers never caught on (amazing because there weren't many secrets there). I tried to say as little as possible, but of course I would absolutely lose it everytime I saw one of my buddies who was with me that morning. The first 3 periods or so I just tried my hardest not to fall over or get caught. It was pretty miserable. After lunch I was just a tired mess, and don't really remember anything. Luckily I had a couple classes I could sleep in.

    After that day, when I wanted some action before school, I just picked a poison and stuck to it.

    **Worth noting that I was years beyond my schwagg weed stage at this point, and would never let that shit near me. So no, it wasn't 5 blunts of mexican dirt pot.
     
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    I think my best accomplishment is that my brother and I finished a half gallon of Bacardi Gold in about 8 hours. After a couple people at the party realized that it was gone and we were the only ones drinking it, a girlfriend asked in amazement "How much is in a half gallon?". Our reply? "A HALF GALLON"
    We felt pretty good about ourselves that night.
     
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    Pics or it didn't happen.
     
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    Last day of Spring Semester my Sophmore year of college. I stayed up till 3 AM studying for a Biopsychology Exam at 10 AM the next day. Woke up at 730 and studied more until 930. Took the exam (ended up getting a 92). We began drinking that afternoon around 2. By 7, I had started to get a bit tipsy. At that point, I thought it would be a GREAT idea to play a drinking game called "Watch the OC and everytime I want to turn it off, take a shot." I was chasing Smirnoff with red gatorade and about 6 shots in, after an hour or so, I started looking green. So I eased off, and sobered up slightly by nursing a mix. Cue me, around 930, getting pissed that a girl I had been crushing on in my English class, who to this point I had only made out with due to extenuating circumstances, had yet to return my earlier call. So I rationally and maturely took 3 consecutive shots. 30 minutes later, I was puking violently in the dorm's bathroom. I managed to, over the next hour or so, puke in 4 of the 5 toilets, splashing bright red vomit all over and making it look like a scene from a low budget horror flick.

    Once I stopped the upchuck, my friends, who had given up on doing anything that night, decided to get late night food around 1230 from the Student Center. I like to believe I went along cause I was sobered up and in control, but rather I think they were worried about leaving me alone. So we arrive and they sit me in a comfy chair to wait while they go to get food and a Gatorade. As they walk away, I slide down and pretty much topple over the couch. My roommate finds me slumped on the floor, props me up, and gives me a sip of Gatorade. That was enough to spring me to life and I sprinted to the bathroom to commence vomiting again. I threw up for another 15-20 min or so, all the while yelling that we needed to go to a bar uptown where I could meet English Class girl, who had called me back while I was throwing up the first time.

    They begin to escort me home. Up to this point, I have memories of about 25% of the time since we left the dorms. On the walk home, we pass 2 Campus Police squad cars who have stopped a clearly inebriated girl and are busting her for public intox. My friends get worried, but somehow, I sober up enough to calmly walk straight, wave to the cops and continue across the street.

    Shortly after crossing the street, head down, I notice a girl quickly pass by wearing a red North Face about 10 feet away. On a whim, I drunkenly yell "English Class girl!" Wouldn't you know, it was her. After slyly being passed a stick of gum, I give her a hug, she has had a bad night. So I ask if she wants to return to my room. Somehow she doesn't notice my haggard appearance and vomit breath and we proceed to hook up in my room, and then go back to her dorm to further consummate the night. I wake up to my mom calling at 9 in the morning, 30 min away to pick me and my stuff up to go home for the summer. I sprint back, throw shit together, and with minimal help once she arrives, I am packed up and ready to go by 11 AM.

    So in the span of 30 hours or so, I crammed and killed a tough Biopsych exam, drank aggressively for 7-8 hours, puked even more aggressively for 3 hours (I had a broken blood vessel in my eye. That was fun to explain the next day), and somehow sobered up enough to plunder the cutie I had been pining for over the last month. Its not slamming 3 bottles of Boones, but I still consider it one of my better runs.
     
  13. travis

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    I would have to say my proudest drinking moment to date, is blowing a .23 in a breathalzyer, the morning AFTER being in the drunk tank all night (For accidentally breaking into someone's house).

    Upon seeing this, I figured the only thing to lift my spirits would be to start drinking again. I drank some Jack Daniels, eventually blew a .31, and then passed out for the rest of the day. Easily the biggest accomplishment of my life.



    (this was taken at 7:15 A.M.)
     

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    It's not much but for an entire semester I drank 5 out of 7 nights a week. certainly didn't get completely drunk all those days, but at least a few alcoholic beverages were consumed. I only had class Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. So the weekend would begin on Wednesday and would last through Saturday. Sunday was a day off. Then Monday we had this mandatory 1 credit class where we were just lectured at for an hour. It wasn't even for a grade and I had an hour and a half gap between that class and the class before it so it became a ritual of me and a few friends to run to a bar, pound beers, and then get to class.

    Pulled off a 3.55 too somehow.
     
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    1. The 4th of July where I drank approximately 60 beers (I was drinking keg beer out of a 64oz mug and marking down each mug I filled but I'm sure I spilled some)

    2. Did two back to back 4 hour Boston Beer Summit sessions. I blacked out halfway through the second one but was still standing and made off with a backpack full of beer. When the beers are mostly 7%+ abv you get fucked up pretty quick.
     
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    1) Rag week in college (similar to spring break) I started on the beer at around 10.30am, and continued at a steady 6 BPH pace for the next 7 hours so I was feeling pretty sozzled as one can imagine. My memories of the rest of the night were of me being a fine upstanding member of the community, always polite and dignified. As I discovered the next day, I had gotten myself and my buddies kicked out of a shitty house party cos I started screaming at the host for throwing such an horrendous party, and then I began playing chicken with the cars on the road before being forced to retire lest I get hurt. Goddamn friends looking out for me

    2) In Turkey with the lads right after finishing school, on my 3rd consecutive night of hardcore shots, cocktails and beers it all came to a head. After a solid 8 hours of drinking, at 6am I found myself lost outside the nightclub, unable to find any of our group. To put a long story short, I found my way back in some random hotel with 2 Northern Irish guys (around 10 years older than me) with their girlfriends at 9am necking a litre bottle of vodka between us. There's something so beautiful about the strong friendships you strike up with randomers while absolutely shitfaced drunk
     
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    You crazy Irish and your desire to turn menstration into an organized event.
     
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    Being a student in the UK, drinking is part of the culture. There are so many experiences i've been told about and don't remember. all day drinking sessions, centurion, jeff stelling drinking game (doubt most of you have heard of this, it is savage).

    However the one I like best atm was during freshers week of the first year, being the lad that I am ordered 20 shots of mixed variety (tequila, Whisky, Sambucca and Voddy) I necked these in a matter of minutes, and chuged up all over the bar, stuggling to walk, I found the nearest bird that was sat down. Later that night proceeded to bang the tits off her..... and her flat mate. I went back to my flat with a massive grin on my face, aswell as hanging out my arse.
     
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    I don't even know what half this shit means and, we say ASS here.
     
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    I once had two beers with lunch and then later responsibly made my appointment on time.

    Easily the proudest moment of drinking and self restraint I've ever shown.