Recently i was drinking with my friend. Of course after 3 bottles of vodka we wanted to have some more, beer wasn't cutting it so... We went to get some more. In the middle of the night, during thunderstorm with a heavy rain. Here y memory line stop. About two hour later i find myself standing bacchus knows where, alone. What the hell happened? Where the hell i am? This shithole i call my home country may look a bit indistinguishable at night. Everything is grey and almost identical (architects didn't bother to plan different regions, they used one template). After swearing a bit and taking a leak in the middle of the street i decided to call a cab. That was a brilliant idea in a most retarded way possible - i didn't know where to call it. After fidgeting with my phone a bit (all these new toy have gps installed), i found out i was not that far from home, yet place still looked unfamiliar. I called the cab and got home. For some reason i woke up on a chair near pc with "man vs wild" playlist on. That last one is a mystery to me. Heil lord bacchus and never ending mysteries of boozing.
P.s. next day i found out my friend got arrested. He couldn't recall a thing.
oldsmartskunk wrote:Recently i was drinking with my friend. Of course after 3 bottles of vodka we wanted to have some more, beer wasn't cutting it so... We went to get some more. In the middle of the night, during thunderstorm with a heavy rain. Here y memory line stop. About two hour later i find myself standing bacchus knows where, alone. What the hell happened? Where the hell i am? This shithole i call my home country may look a bit indistinguishable at night. Everything is grey and almost identical (architects didn't bother to plan different regions, they used one template). After swearing a bit and taking a leak in the middle of the street i decided to call a cab. That was a brilliant idea in a most retarded way possible - i didn't know where to call it. After fidgeting with my phone a bit (all these new toy have gps installed), i found out i was not that far from home, yet place still looked unfamiliar. I called the cab and got home. For some reason i woke up on a chair near pc with "man vs wild" playlist on. That last one is a mystery to me. Heil lord bacchus and never ending mysteries of boozing.
P.s. next day i found out my friend got arrested. He couldn't recall a thing.
Next time tell the cab driver to find a well known landmark in your place, like the big whole in the ground where the hole town takes a dump in.
Sure, your friend doesn`t remember about the innocent virgin high octaine vodka bottles you tow just killed and threw in said hole?
I'm strange. I blackout probably 1/3 times I drink. When I do, I'm always cohesive, collected, and barely slurring (mostly).It sucks. I blackout very early so I never remember the interesting bits
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy" -Tom Waits
I do tend to reach a state where it feels like the controls on the ship are made of rubber, and nothing steers correctly. This was how I dropped my cell phone last weekend and the screen shattered, as I staggered back form the local with my Lady.
Like i was trying to operate a marinated marionette form Marianas Trench or some shit
Apparently, I knocked some shit over and almost shattered some family heirlooms.... Don't remember a damn thing. The whole left side of my body is bruised, so.....there's that.
"Oh, I'd'a had religion, Lord, this very day
But the womens and whiskey, well, they would not let me pray" - Son House
You were drinking like an Olympic champ and still talking 100% coherent. Zero slurred speech. I mean, we knew you were drunk- we all were- but you've got a serious poker face when it comes to blacking out. It's some sort of mutant superpower you have there.
Glad the family heirlooms are alright. One time I fell over into a table holding my ex-girlfriend's collection of rare orchids. Whoops, don't do that. Try not to break important things, but wear the bruises as a badge of honor.
You were drinking like an Olympic champ and still talking 100% coherent. Zero slurred speech. I mean, we knew you were drunk- we all were- but you've got a serious poker face when it comes to blacking out. It's some sort of mutant superpower you have there.
Glad the family heirlooms are alright. One time I fell over into a table holding my ex-girlfriend's collection of rare orchids. Whoops, don't do that. Try not to break important things, but wear the bruises as a badge of honor.
This mutant power has gotten me out of many a dangerous police interaction.
I'm not on Nausea's level, but I can hide the demon better than most. Apparently being a bit too chatty is my only tell.
I just wish I knew why I feel like I got dropped through a playground jungle gym.
"Oh, I'd'a had religion, Lord, this very day
But the womens and whiskey, well, they would not let me pray" - Son House
What? You don't remember jumping off that eight foot step ladder and doing an elbow drop onto a bottle of dark rum? It's like you got possessed by Jimmy the Superfly Snuka.
Probably the best hall-of-famer moment was when Oggar lost his footing and face planted into the toilet. Oggar was fine; that guy is built like a mountain. The toilet? Total loss. Looked like someone hit it with a sledgehammer then finished the job with a hand grenade.
Blackout? What blackout? You mean the pre bedtime nap I sometimes take before heading upstairs? Somewhere there's a study that says people aren't getting enough rest. I'm just trying to get healthy.
You were drinking like an Olympic champ and still talking 100% coherent. Zero slurred speech. I mean, we knew you were drunk- we all were- but you've got a serious poker face when it comes to blacking out. It's some sort of mutant superpower you have there.
Glad the family heirlooms are alright. One time I fell over into a table holding my ex-girlfriend's collection of rare orchids. Whoops, don't do that. Try not to break important things, but wear the bruises as a badge of honor.
I've gotten similar to this before. There's this privileged few of us. Those people who, our friends and family will say to, "Dude, I couldn't tell you were THAT drunk. It was fucking weird. You started slurring a bit as you got drunk, and then, you like, snapped into sounding undrunk".
Blackout me gets paranoid that people can tell that he's blasted drunk, I think, and gets extremely articulate and focused.
Now, the behavior and WHAT we say changes A LOT. hahahaha
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy" -Tom Waits
Blackout? What blackout? You mean the pre bedtime nap I sometimes take before heading upstairs? Somewhere there's a study that says people aren't getting enough rest. I'm just trying to get healthy.
Yeah that sounds like me. I don't black out while being awake and "coherent" anymore. Instead, I just get tired and pass out for a few hours. I turned old. Or maybe it's self-preservation mode to prevent myself from doing something retarded? Or back in the day, having something retarded done to you while blacked out. But I'm not giving up without a valiant effort first!
