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Hangover.
1. How bad was it? [physical symptoms, missing work, etc]
2. What drink or drinks caused it?

New Years Day, 1998
No work that day, but I woke up mid afternoon, still a little drunk and pretty sick. Woke up again around dinner time and was just miserably sick.
I'd been drinking champagne, red wine, port and sambuca at work, where I nearly had a fistfight with the chef in the dining room with the last few customers still hanging around.
After work I went out and was drinking beer and sambuca.

That summer I had cottonmouth all through June and up until July 24th. I went to an AA meeting that day and haven't had a drink since.

I missed a St Patrick's Day once, I think maybe 94 or 95, because I'd gotten so fucked up the night before that I couldn't function. Beer and sambuca. My two favorites.

How can I choose just one?

It usually involved wanting to chew my arm off.

Bud Charniga's grape ape wrote:How can I choose just one?

This. The truly memorable ones were all equally great, yet totally unique.

No idea. The only one I can remember is after one of sister in law's redneck holiday parties. I had a little too much apple pie moonshine and was nauseous all day.

I woke up with a slight headache and no appetite a few years back and realized my life needed to change.

The one where I scored over an ounce of blow off the kilo brick and didn't come down for a week .My nose was a mess.I went through withdrawals ,hallucinations, nightmares... it almost stopped me from doing it again for two weeks.

or the one where i drank for 18 hrs straight ,fucked the dayside bartender in the liquor room then promptly face planted into a chair cutting my eye open,breaking my glasses and was driven home by friend who to keep me from going anywhere else left me with a fifth of jack and a twelve of Stella to drink myself finally into a complete blackout.

Or the one where I started partying two days BEFORE we went to Vegas ,landed, went to Ruth Chris's ,promptly spilled my bloody mary all over the table.Ingested the biggest cowboy ribeye they had.Went back to the hard rock.Drank a shiton of redheaded sluts to then wake up to a pile of undigested bloody redheaded ribeye at the foot of the bed, which i promptly threw a twenty next to and went and rented a Viper for the day and drove to the Dam.

The last one .Stripper Birthday party. Drug piñata. Stims ,pain meds,, hash oil droppers.Bourbon.Its still unclear exactly what happened but i was told I had a great time and walked around with a chunk of valium stuck in my nostril that was a failed attempt at crushing and snorting.I wanted to die.

I am completely sober now .I rarely even drink coffee. I have been an addict since I was 13-14 years old. There are many more stories, but when you write them like this ,it makes me more than a little sad.

knuckles wrote:The one where I scored over an ounce of blow off the kilo brick and didn't come down for a week .My nose was a mess.I went through withdrawals ,hallucinations, nightmares... it almost stopped me from doing it again for two weeks.

or the one where i drank for 18 hrs straight ,fucked the dayside bartender in the liquor room then promptly face planted into a chair cutting my eye open,breaking my glasses and was driven home by friend who to keep me from going anywhere else left me with a fifth of jack and a twelve of Stella to drink myself finally into a complete blackout.

Or the one where I started partying two days BEFORE we went to Vegas ,landed, went to Ruth Chris's ,promptly spilled my bloody mary all over the table.Ingested the biggest cowboy ribeye they had.Went back to the hard rock.Drank a shiton of redheaded sluts to then wake up to a pile of undigested bloody redheaded ribeye at the foot of the bed, which i promptly threw a twenty next to and went and rented a Viper for the day and drove to the Dam.

The last one .Stripper Birthday party. Drug piñata. Stims ,pain meds,, hash oil droppers.Bourbon.Its still unclear exactly what happened but i was told I had a great time and walked around with a chunk of valium stuck in my nostril that was a failed attempt at crushing and snorting.I wanted to die.

I am completely sober now .I rarely even drink coffee. I have been an addict since I was 13-14 years old. There are many more stories, but when you write them like this ,it makes me more than a little sad.

What made you stop?

Took a 1 litre bottle of Jameson to a house party. I can't remember it, but at some stage, I attempted to finish the entire bottle. I drank about 80-90% of it. Passed out at about 11pm. Spent the next day at the house 'recovering', but basically I was vomiting, then dry retching all day. Couldn't hold down even a mouthful of water. At about 5pm, I had to go to work, so I attempted to drive there. On the freeway, I started having a seizure, so I pulled over to the side of the road, got out of the car, and convulsed on the side of the road (no one stopped). Somehow managed to call an ambulance mid-seizure. By the time they arrived, the seizure had stopped. They examined me, and said it was almost certainly due to being dehydrated. They escorted me to a nearby suburb, and instructed me to hang there for a few hours, before eating something, then try going home, which I did. Got home, slept for about 12 hours, woke up with the WORSE hangover (now two days later), and the next day was slightly hungover as well. It was at least 10 days before I could drink Jameson again.

Big night in Key West, after a CQ detachment. Just got off the ship and would be flying home with the student the next day. Woke up the day after still feeling drunk, and thought I'd attack the inevitable hangover head-on and go for a run and just sweat it out. Thought my forehead was going to start spritzing blood, it was throbbing so bad, but I didn't get sick unfortunately. Fail.

Now comes the hangover. Drove out to the field where the student was waiting. Manned up and took off, climbing up to 41,000' to avoid weather. Was still in clouds, and high enough so the airplane had this continual dutch roll, the nose making lazy 8s in the thin cloud layer while the plane wallowed from side to side. Oh god. Landed at Jacksonville and was going to hit the hot pits for a gas and go, not even shutting down. But felt so bad I had the student taxi to base ops and shut down. I told him to amuse himself for 5 hours, I went to the BOQ and got a room and slept until 8 PM. From there we manned up and flew home.

At the beginning of the det we'd arrived a day early, and of course went out that night. Pulled an all-nighter since our show time for the helo ride out to the boat was at 0400 AM. One of our compatriots was particularly shit-faced, and while in holding out by the carrier had to unstrap from the seat and hang his head out the hellhole in the bottom of the CH-46 and throw up. During forward flight the airflow comes up through the hellhole, so we could see his spew blowback illuminated against the just rising sun out the back of the helo.

What was your Tom? You gotta share first.

Phaedrus wrote:

knuckles wrote:The one where I scored over an ounce of blow off the kilo brick and didn't come down for a week .My nose was a mess.I went through withdrawals ,hallucinations, nightmares... it almost stopped me from doing it again for two weeks.

or the one where i drank for 18 hrs straight ,fucked the dayside bartender in the liquor room then promptly face planted into a chair cutting my eye open,breaking my glasses and was driven home by friend who to keep me from going anywhere else left me with a fifth of jack and a twelve of Stella to drink myself finally into a complete blackout.

Or the one where I started partying two days BEFORE we went to Vegas ,landed, went to Ruth Chris's ,promptly spilled my bloody mary all over the table.Ingested the biggest cowboy ribeye they had.Went back to the hard rock.Drank a shiton of redheaded sluts to then wake up to a pile of undigested bloody redheaded ribeye at the foot of the bed, which i promptly threw a twenty next to and went and rented a Viper for the day and drove to the Dam.

The last one .Stripper Birthday party. Drug piñata. Stims ,pain meds,, hash oil droppers.Bourbon.Its still unclear exactly what happened but i was told I had a great time and walked around with a chunk of valium stuck in my nostril that was a failed attempt at crushing and snorting.I wanted to die.

I am completely sober now .I rarely even drink coffee. I have been an addict since I was 13-14 years old. There are many more stories, but when you write them like this ,it makes me more than a little sad.

What made you stop?

The hangovers! The pain that is being "That Guy" The recovery from these were horrible.I also got old.I have very strong desire to live and finally put down some demons and wanted to have some dignity in whats left of my life.

I snuck a fifth wine cooler into the Indigo Girls concert after pounding the 4-pack in my miata. I could not move until 10am the next day

"The pain that is being 'That Guy'"...truth.

Night before birthday 2010. Went to a valentine's day party and drank 750 ml of Glenfiddich. Used one of those plastic red cups. Thought I was going to die, headache, queasiness, motionless.

Haven't learned my lesson about scotch unfortunately. Just took it 3 steps too far.

Shafpocalypse Now wrote:What was your Tom? You gotta share first.

Believing, "...Grand Marnier is like wine,...". Fuck. Crawling, passing out,.. then waking up with a headache in the occipital lobe that would kill a pit bull. Numb for about two days so I could be hit with a lead pipe and laugh it off. The worse part about this other than the pain or vomiting is the room spinning. You can even feel it with your eyes closed.

TomFurman wrote:The worse part about this other than the pain or vomiting is the room spinning.

The alcohol lowers the viscosity of the fluid in your inner ears, leading to the spins. Learned that valuable tidbit the other day.

In college we used to have theme parties. One was called "Fifth and a Chick". So, yeah, guys brought a fifth and a chick and together they drank the fifth. My date brought a fifth of Captain Morgans. Has taken me almost 20 years before I can stand the smell of that stuff. My hangovers are always awful. Migraine, vomiting, wanting to die. You'd think I'd have stopped after the first one. I get one every now and then and that puts me off coming anywhere close for at least 6-12 months. Having kids makes a hangover ten times worse for me. Both because they are not hungover and therefore ready to roll at their usual time, and also, because I feel like a selfish bitch for not being 100% (well, I'm usually only about 80% anyway, but when I intentionally diminish the potential, that sucks.) Regardless, I feel better when I don't drink at all.

GAWDDAMN! This thread makes me glad I haven't had any whiskey in about a month or a beer in over two weeks.

After a night of indulgence, I woke up in Las Vegas and discovered that I had stolen Mike Tyson's tiger.

Last time I partied with EZ I woke up in Bolivia, in jail, missing a kidney.

Bought a litre of Smirnoff once, and everyone else ended up drinking wine. I drank the litre in about an hour. Woke up in bed the next morning soaking wet and covered in blood. Turned out I had head butted a floor to ceiling mirror until it smashed everywhere, and then tried to swim in a puddle. A friend dragged me home (I passed out in the puddle about 150 yards from my house) and put me into bed.

Took about two days to recover.

TomFurman wrote:Last time I partied with EZ I woke up in Bolivia, in jail, missing a kidney.

I drank Bud Light Lime with EZ, Gin Master, Blaidd Drwg, and some other IGXers one time. Ended up eating Mexican food and going to bed early. Crazy night.

Went to the hospital with atrial fibrillation once, brought on by dehydration from drinking between 15 and 20 bottles of Grolsch beer, on an empty stomach. It was at a Summer party and I hadn't had any water all day. Was so dehydrated there was almost no potassium in me and I almost died.