At 3/30/12 02:55 PM, Snuff wrote:
But it's seriously a massive craving, I've contemplated just getting drunk on my own but I have no real way of getting alcohol for myself, my sister would buy it but I also have no money.
Although I've never been drunk on my own, I don't see the appeal. I guess people have their differing views, but to me, getting drunk is just a fun way to piss about with your friends. People do things that they wouldn't normally do. People say things they wouldn't normally say. People are more willing to buy me beer. If you were getting drunk on your own (at home, I assume) none of that is going to happen. You're not going to wake up the next day with patchy memories of all the funny things that happened. It just doesn't sound fun at all.
At 16, I didn't drink much at all. It wasn't until I was 17 and my friends were all turning 18 (I was just under a year younger than all the people I went to school with) that I got into drinking. Most if them would have private parties at a local bar that never really cared to ID people back then, so it was never an issue to get served. Basically, every time someone from my class had a party there, anyone was allowed to turn up, and we did.
It was in that bar that I first got really, really drunk. I got there at about 10pm, had 8+ pints of Strongbow in less than two hours and my friends were telling me to go home by 12. My memory of the night is patchy and a lot of what I know was told to me by friends. I could barely stand up straight without having to sit down or hold something. I was obviously feeling sick and made a mess in their toilet. Well, more like 'around' the toilet. I refused to get a taxi home (as always) and took the 15 minute when sober walk home. I can't remember the journey at all, but I remember when I got home I couldn't get into my house. I couldn't get the key in the lock so I sat on my door step and fell asleep. That was my last memory of the night.
The next day I woke up in bed, under the sheets, fully clothed. And I mean fully. Boots were still on, jacket was still on. I probably looked a mess. Thankfully hangovers have never been an issue, so I didn't have that to worry about. My mum kept making jokes about the situation for the rest of the day. I vowed never to get that drunk again and I don't think I ever have. I've come close a couple times though, but considering the number of nights out I've had, the percentage of those that have ended with me throwing up is really small.
Looks like I got a little side tracked with this post. Still, that night will never cease to amuse me.