I have never seen someone as drunk as her.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I gave her a ride home even though I barely know her, because she looked desperate and begged in an uncomfortably pitiful way. In the fifteen minutes I was cursed with her company she swung violently between at least a dozen disctinct, intense moods.

First, she was devastated. She cried so hard that I was reminded of a blubbering five year old who can’t get the words out in between snot-dripping sobs.

Then, she was exhausted. She collapsed at a table, waiting for me to be ready to leave. Quiet as a cat, she wrapped her arms around her legs and fell asleep with her head resting on her knees.

She woke up jubilant. Her eyes flickered open, she recognized us, and she screamed WHOOOO, YEAH BABY!!! like a cowboy twirling a rope.

Grateful: “thank you! thank you so much! you don’t know how much this ::stumble:: means to me. I’m ok! Don’t tell me what to do, I’m fine!”

Hateful: “she’s a bitch, mumble mumble, a BITCH! DO YOU HEAR ME!?! FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH! you understand, right? I know you do.”

She wrapped it up with a healthy dose of “horny”. The alcohol smell was so intense as she hugged me that I gagged, and she was THIS close to wearing pepperoni pizza and stomach acid. She kissed my neck, apparently missing the hint that I wasn’t hugging back, and I wasn’t getting out of my car to walk her to her apartment.

I wasn’t mean to her, though. I wanted to be, but I managed to bite my tongue and simply say “I have to go. You should get some sleep.” I hope she made it inside, because I didn’t wait around to find out.

I’ve seen some amazingly drunk people in my life. I’ve been asked for help unzipping a pair of pants while he pissed on the wall, meanwhile telling me all about his episcopalian overbearing father, his previously unheard Croatian accent unexpectedly slipping into his speech. Afterward he crawled back into the house and wound up in a fetal position on the bathroom floor, crying. He fell asleep in a puddle of vomit, and even THAT crazy bastard had nothing on this girl, though.

Why do people do this to themselves?

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I don’t know. I’ve experienced it myself - on the viewing end (I’ve never let myself get that out-of-control.) It’s depressing, very disconcerting to endure - especially if it’s someone you love or respect. Why they do it to themselves? Depends. Some just forget about how many drinks they’ve had or don’t know their limit, and then it just sneaks up on them and hits them. Others do it deliberately out of depression, self loathing or a desperate attempt to escape from an unpleasant life.

3

One of my co-workers got so drunk, she threw up and didn’t notice it. Like right in the middle of a sentence at the bar, this stream came out and down her blouse, and she just went right on with what she was saying.

4

Mosier, visit Dublin on a Friday night, or don’t!

5

I’ve only ever been that completely trashed once in my life. I was indoors though, and had managed to utterly misjudge the strength of 180-proof Jamaican High Wine when I made a 30/70 Rum & Coke. Two, in fact.

I woke up the next morning hunched over my own floor pie, having remembered nothing from the night before after “Damn, this shit works fast.” I have never drunk that much again.

As for this girl – I’d say given her mood swings that she has some larger issues that she’s trying to dissolve in drink.

6

Yowza. I WAS that girl, back in the day. How sad.

7

Floor pie…hehe.

I’ve been lucky to never get THAT completely bombed. I’ve blacked out and done stuff. Luckily, it was funny to my friends and not in public.

8

This is why I only get drunk alone.

9

That’s my guess, too. Before this, she has happily told stories about her nights like that, and how common they were. I hadn’t ever actually seen her like that before last night, though. She seems to treat alcohol like medication.

10

I’ve been in the situation where a coworker of mine was that drunk. It was our annual Christmas party. Each year someone volunteers to hold it at their house. S was quite drunk that night and started to very blatantly hit on me in front of everyone. She somehow got me alone for a few minutes as I was on my way out for the night and she started trying to kiss and grope me. Then other people came outside to leave, so she had to stop, and I made my getaway.

The funny thing is, she is quite the hottie around here and under drastically different circumstances, I might have played it different. But I knew she was stone cold drunk.

The next Monday, I went to talk to her and she was EXTREMELY apologetic for her behavior. I told her that as far as I was concerned, we were fine and I didn’t think any less of her. We are good friends now

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Misjudging strength was my problem too – in my case, vodka (I’m normally a beer/wine guy). That was 10 years ago, when I was old enough to know better. Never again.

12

This is why I don’t drink. :: shudder ::

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The OP made me feel so cozy and full of holiday cheer. The Xmas season truly is upon us. I’ve had a few nights I’d rather forget due to alcohol. The main culprits were usually having drinks bought for me and not eating enough beforehand. I’ve also noticed in myself and friends that the same amount of alcohol might get us drunker at certain points in our cycles (though maybe it’s the painkillers).

The drunkest I’ve ever seen someone… well, she’d only had two drinks, but one of them had been drugged at the bar. Not pretty.

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That was my stchick, from what little I remember, back in the day when I was an underage drinker. Don’t know if I went through any of the other stages this girl went through. Back then, being the product of alcoholic parents, I thought one drank to get drunk so that’s what I did. Got blind, stinking drunk and, incidentally, turned on the waterworks and probably did some other things I wouldn’t be proud of if I could remember them. (OK, I think I mistook someone’s closet for a bathroom once. Yes, stupid me!) My behavior cost me some friendships and I soon learned that I was better off not drinking at all. My mom died of liver failure during that time. Learning my lesson early on probably saved me from that same fate.

Kids, getting shit-faced plastered is not as cool as you might think it is. You will always have regrets afterward. Some of those regrets can stick with you for the rest of your life. Do yourselves a favor and stay sober. Or at the very least, drink much more responsibly that I or the girl in the Mosier’s story did.

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She probably had a bad shellfish sandwich.