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I ended up sleeping on his couch and woke up feeling like I'd been alternately kicked in the head and the kidneys by somebody who really didn't like me. I really wanted to puke but my mate had woken up, got in the shower and fallen asleep again, so the bathroom door was locked. Turns out my body only wanted me to feel like I needed to throw up, not to actually do it (because then I'd feel better). A painful walk to a pub for a large fried breakfast eventually got me back to feeling like a human.
Around the same time I remember a few nights drinking Southern Comfort, including one that involved me doing things a gentleman doesn't talk about halfway up a flight of stairs with a girl whose boyfriend was in the kitchen downstairs. That stuff seriously impairs my judgement, so I tend to avoid drinking it these days.
Don't talk politics and don't throw stones. Your royal highnesses.
Kronenbourg and Strongbow if I recall
Pisco Sour's in Peru. Alcohol, altitude and raw egg - not a great mix.
This was between two Sunday league teams. I dropped out after several rounds - the killer for me was downing a pint of Pernod - did it but couldn't continue. Others did and the battle was won when one of their mob ate a handful of cocktail sticks!
Even the smell of Pernod/aniseed makes me queasy these days.
Isn't there some sort of bs about Pernod getting you p*ssed all over again the next day if you drink water? Is that real?
Note. This is not regular behaviour, was Glastonbury in the late 1980's after tent and possessions were stolen. Threw caution (and three sheets) to the wind.
The resulting hangover did make the top 20!
A combination of lager, homemade mojitos, strongbow cider, whisky & sprite & Jagermeister shots did a job on me. I remember crouching down in front of my cousins house across the road from the beach on the pavement & puking by the kerb, a Jeep rolls by and stops, couple of the guys in it are talking to me in Spanish (which I can't speak) my cousin comes out of the house to the rescue & briefly speaks to them & they drive off.
That night I was undefeated on the Fusball table, but once the whisky & sprite & Jagermeister rounds started there was no more Fusball for me!
Last Xmas works party,free bar, pints of Guinness Jaeger Bombs were not my best idea, fell over, broke index finger on my left hand at the knuckle, still recovering from it now. Woke up the next day with a bust hand and felt like someone had removed my brain, dipped it in batter, deep fried it and then placed it back inside my head. shall never drink Jaeger again as long as i live
Worst hangover ever the next day, I was hallucinating for about 2 days. I can still remember what it felt like, makes me feel ill just thinking about it!
Made the 10 pint session hangovers at university very tame in comparison.
Thinking about it, I probably lost quite a lot of brain cells that day, as my mental capacity seemed to peak at A level and uni was a struggle to keep up.
Wait, you were 14, had half a litre of vodka (that's roughly 200ml of ethanol), 350ml of red wine (around 42ml of ethanol) and a few cans of Stella (around 22ml per can of ethanol, 66ml ethanol total).
I'm going to go out on a limb and say the Stella probably wasn't a major contributor to the fallout
Next thing I know I wake up in my halls. Not bad you think, BUT.
a) I was in my Jim Jams (without my pants underneath)
b) All my clothes where neatly folded on my chair.
Now anybody who knows me, knows I would never neatly fold my clothes and stick em on a chair, I'm a kick 'em off in a pile on the ground kind of guy.
To this day I cannot remember anything.