I suppose I’m lucky in that I have never gotten that shitfaced. First, I’ve drunk since childhood; second, I tend to get distinct “I don’t feel so good” warnings (dizziness, sleepiness, acid indigestion) that make me definitely NOT want another drink. When I get those warnings and I’m having trouble balancing on my (usually) high heels–it’s time to call it quits and go home. The third way I’m lucky is that I live in a town where a street of saloons called “Whiskey Row” is a historic monument and there are over a dozen bars within walking distance–I never have to drive when I plan on drinking.
Huh??!!
Scratches his head and runs the thing through his brain again.
Huh!!??
Whatever, dude.
You only had me 1/3 of the way and you still lost me.
kittenblue,
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
As a university student, I got into a situation with a girlfriend who that happened to. I was far too gone myself to do much about it, but I knew she was in bad, bad shape. If it wasn’t for the woman sitting near the washrooms who came in to check on us, she might have had some serious health issues, as (I found out in the aftermath) she is diabetic. Diabetes and alcohol poisoning tend not to mix very well, apparently. I thank you for intervening, just as I’d like to thank her.
And for the record, I don’t get that drunk anymore. There are enough things that can go wrong in life without openly courting disaster.
It’s fun (sometimes) to get drunk. It’s not fun to get stumbly, sluring, friends-have-to–help-keep-you-standing, passing-out-on-toilets drunk.
Oh, and be sure to respond with big font again. It is really cool.
Dude.
Was she hot?
Muffin, if someone is on a toilet they should have their panties down, come to think
of it, it would be much better if they were down then if they weren’t down, if you catch my drift…
I too get those “maybe I’d better stop” feelings, and listen to them. But once, while young and foolish, it was announced to the bar that it was my 18th birthday. MAN did those drinks roll in. It’s the one and only time I ever drew a blank on the evening. I was never actually unconscious, but Og only knows what I was capable of in that condition. I was told that there was copious amounts of babbling and attempts at dancing.
Thankfully:
A) It was in a gay bar, with lots of friends there.
B) A kindly drag queen (who I barely knew) saw what condition I was in and stayed by my side. All night. Held my hand, talked to me, cut off the booze and made me drink water.
When the “blankness” dissipated, I found myself sitting on a bench with my head on his shoulder, feeling vaguely queasy but safe. A short while later he sent me home in a cab, with instructions to drink more water and sleep late.
Iris, if you’re out there…thanks!
Sorry, I don’t get your drift.
Muffin, He’s suggesting it’s better for the thong to be down then for her to be too drunk to remember to pull them down and thus, piss her pants.
That’s right, Ruffian: drive-by handy translator.*
*only good for when he actually is trying to make sense 
Thanks for the translation.
Well done KittenBlue! APPLAUDS
Just as an aside in regards to my own personal experience - a few years back I was invited to a bar for a guy’s 30th birthday party. It was held in an upstairs “convention area” of the establishment, and about midnight, two waiters sat the birthday boy down in a chair and lent his head back like he was at the dentist or something.
Now, please note, the birthday boy was pretty trashed by this stage. The two waiters got him to open his mouth wide while he lent his head back and both of them took turns puring straight shots from liquor bottles into his gaping mouth.
About two hours later, this guy was absolutely on the verge of death. He stands 6’4" and he was utterly, and obscenely wasted. I’ve never seen someone so close to a case of genuine alcohol poisoning.
My question is this - where do establishments get off thinking that such behaviour is entertainment? Or secondly, that they would survive the inevitable class action suit for causing manslaughter if the guy had died?
Opinons?
I have gone to this bar many times while I was on a business trip in Cleveland. This is not typical behavior at this bar, as more than once I asked for another beer and was handed a glass of water… with a comment like “You want to be able to walk back to the hotel, don’t you Gus?” In the 40-50 times that I’ve gone, I didn’t see anyone close to being falling down drunk.
Wow. You’re like a regular…that must have been a long business trip!
I’m glad to hear that the bar staff was responsible about not letting you overindulge, but if several guys are going up to the bar, buying drinks for a girl who’s sitting at a table, how would the bar staff know that she had reached her limit?
I have never been to this particular bar before, and truthfully I was in a bad mood and so bored that i was mostly watching people, and I don’t remember actually seeing this girl drink anything…that’s why I thought at first she was pretending to be tipsy to get the guys to hold on to her. But there were several very drunk, very loud people there that night, and they had closed off the more secluded section, so there was no escaping them. Wings were really good, though!
Well, I was there from the middle of November until the end of February. I know for a fact that I was there every Sunday (just had to see those Redskins). Because of that, I got to know the staff and regulars pretty well, so it was just natural to walk across the street when I wanted a few cold ones. I was at the Residence Inn btw, so I either walked on down to the Lizard or up to Flannery’s (wish I also liked). Try the ribs at The Winking Lizard, they’re great…
BBF, try this forum & website, its for the US for liquor Laws.
http://www.ncsla.org
Forum:
http://www.ncsla.org/wwwboard/
(National Conference of State Liquor Administrator’s web site. )
Also:
http://www.bartending.com/
Photo a guy getting bottles of liquor poured into his mouth:
http://www.bartending-course.com/Bartending_comtour1.htm
(This page has an alcohol laws link on it)
This brings back a memory of a situation I was in a couple decades ago.
I went to a party with my wife, who was then my girlfriend. It was at the house of a friend of her’s in Carmel. As the evening wore on, we went in the hot tub where there were two girls already enjoying themselves. One girl left shortly thereafter saying it was too hot and she needed to get out for a while. The one that stayed was sitting directly across from me. She closed her eyes, put her head back and just seemed to be quietly enjoying the hot tub with a beatific smile on her face.
My wife and I continued talking and soon my wife noticed this girl seemed to be inching her feet closer to mine and started to get suspicious that she may have been coming on to me by playing footsie under the water.
In a few minutes her suspicions were put to rest as the girl’s head slipped under the water and she made no attempt to surface.
We quickly pulled her up to the surface so she could breathe, but she was still passed out. My wife went to get some help while I held her head above the water. I tried to lift her out, but you cannot imagine how difficult it is to lift 110 pounds of slippery, wet, naked, unconscious dead weight out of a 4 foot deep hot tub. It’s impossible to get a grip. So here I was, standing in a hot tub with an attractive naked girl draped over my shoulder wishing my wife would quickly return with some help.
After a minute or so, help arrived and we got her out on the deck where she somewhat revived, started giggling, wondered what everyone was doing around her and wanted another drink.
I always wonder what would have happened if my wife & I hadn’t been there after her friend left.