Courvoisier.
Never, ever, ever drink Couvoisier after drinking beer and various shots all night. I would have been fine if it wasn’t for that last drink.
I think I puked for about two hours straight.
Rye and rootbeer. That was 20 years ago and I ain’t touched either since.
Wild Turkey. A friend of a cousin of mine hosted a turkey shoot, all entrants had to have a $20 bill and a bottle of Wild Turkey. The idea was to get as drunk as possible and the first person that can pick up the cash and walk out the front door without any objections got the money. If you left the table for any reason you were out of the game. My cousin had a bright idea of eating butter to coat our stomachs before we left. We started at 8 pm and each person took a shot every 3 minutes. There was 6 of us. After the 8:18 pm shots, the host decided we should take the shots every 5 minutes so we didn’t get drunk too fast. At about 8:30 my cousin and another guy left because they got sick. At 8:33, the 4 of us left took our last shots. One guy fell off his chair. I tried to reach for the money but my arms wouldn’t work. Someone grabbed the money but I was able to object. I remember looking at the clock at 8:40 then I remembered nothing.
I woke up at 11:36. I went to the bathroom but another contestant has passed out on the toilet. I staggered out the front door and ralphed all over a bunch of roses. I staggered to my car and passed out again in the back seat. At 5 in the morning a fireman woke me up and asked if I was okay. I was in the throws of easily the worst hangover ever. Everything hurt. I was dizzy and could hardly stand up. The fire department was called when one of the contestants fell in the bathtub and split his head open. A medic gave me some aspirin and some oxygen.
I then went in the house to look over the scene. The guy that hosted the party was passed out on the floor in a puddle of vomit. The guy that split his head open was on the couch getting attention from a medic. My cousin was sitting in a chair, he felt real bad too. I looked for the money but it was gone. That was the last time I drank to get drunk. I have gotten drunk since then but it was never intentional.
At a house party, my ex prepared ‘drunken dogs’, a tasty pot of hot dogs with baked beans and bourbon. We drank and enjoyed other things till the wee hours, at which time I thought my head would explode.
Mr. Beam and I have maintained a healthy respect for one another since then.
Peppermint Schnapps. New Years Eve, 1983 or so. It tasted like candy cane. LOTS of candy canes. I was in HS and was the driver, so I REALLY wasn’t going to drink. Honestly. Being dumb, I tried driving (with my friends) until I had to stop, open the door, and puke. It went downhill from there, my friends drove me home, left me on the front porch, and went back out again. In my mom’s car. My mom led me to the couch and kept checking to see if I was still breathing. I didn’t feel human again for three days.
I have had it since, but always with the memory. I had to give up tequila for about four or five years after a concert in El Paso in 1989. Gave everything up now, though.
Champagne: the first time I ever got drunk, I was 14. It was a New Years Eve sleepover, and my friend and I and polished off a bottle (I weighed 90 pounds soaking wet). My friend discovered that she was a violent drunk; she knocked out my retainer and stepped on it, then threw me down the stairs. That saying about how God looks after drunks and children was in effect, b/c I was unhurt.
I was still vomiting well into the next day. My dad, god love him, covered for me with my mom. Miraculously, I still enjoy the bubbly to this day.
I was at a college party, and just kept sippin’ on whiskey sours.
Puked four times.
Next morning–woozy, headache, and tired.
Not too bad, but my worst nonetheless.
Kamakaze and Tequila
Miller High Life Beer when I was a kid.
I can’t even smell beer or kiss Rico if he has had a sip of beer without getting sick.
“Rye and rootbeer”
You deserve whatever hell you had to pay for this.
Cheap red wine.
Fagjunk Theology: Not just for sodomite propagandists anymore.
Rum. We were 17 and mixing 151 and Coca-Cola much too generously. I puked about eleven times, I’m told. Haven’t touched it since, exceot for a sip of a mixed drink which had several liquors.
Shots of tequla, no problem, but no rum for me.
Oh Lord.
Tom Collins.
Many, many, many, way too many on a gorgeously warm Miami autumn afternoon (eh, right before Hurricane Andrew, as I recall), lying in a hammock with my lovely new beau (now husband) - we had a wonderful time and I remember MOST of it fondly to this day.
The next THREE days were utter hell. I truly thought I would die. That was about 10 years ago.
And I have never touched gin since. The mere thought can make me ill. And I really liked Tom Collins, but they just sneak up on you - (hey! where did my legs go?)
I still really like beer!
Ask me about the cube steak AFTER Hurricane Andrew and my feeling about that sometime. One week - no electricity - a styrofoam cooler - hmm, wonder what THIS smells like? Bleecccchh!
Everclear – 180 proof, pure grain alcohol. Mixed it in various drinks as if it were 80 proof vodka. After about an hour, I was not drunk, not plastered, I was embalmed. I actually had hallucinations before I passed a few hours later.
The next day I could not even drink water without throwing up.
Vodka. I spent the night at the bar putting back pitchers with my friends in college. On the ride home, my friend had a 20oz mixture of 2/3 cheap vodka and 1/3 Coke in his back seat. For some unknown reason, I polished it off on the ride home, and- holy smokes- was I hurting when I got home, and for the next four days.
I had a pretty nasty experience with Jim Beam one spring break, too. But I never liked the stuff anyway, so the fact that I haven’t touched it since really has nothing to do with the bad experience I had with it.
Happy
My mistake was mixing large quantities of Crown and Cokes with some very fine pizza. Trouble is, pizza usually gives me indigestion, and the drinks were 80% alcohol. And did I mention they came in large quantities? I think I took out a third of the bottle of Crown by myself. It led to a fun night, and the most miserable morning after I have ever experienced.
I still can’t look at C&Cs without wincing, and you’ll see me dance naked in public before I combine them with pizza again.
Rum is my friend… I love Bourbon… I can drink Bushmill’s Irish Whisky by the barrel… but I will never EVER drink Goldschlager again!
**J a g e r m e i s t e r ** !
Went to Slidell one time, and the Jager girls were at the bar giving away t-shirts etc. to folks taking shots of Jager. Somehow I ended up with waaaaaaaay too many. I can’t stand the smell of it now. Blech.
Verna, I had to go look that one up:
Ewwwwwww ! Where’s that Barf smiley when you need 'im ???
Cancun, spring break, all you can drink travel package.
Lots and lots of Coronas, sex on the beach (the drink), and white russians. And random stuff I found on our table in a club.