Years ago I drank a whole bottle of Dom Perignon, ouch.
I don’t see why not…the man’s an Admiral…that’s classy!
I chose the “bottle of vodka/whiskey” option though it’s more than that… a few times in college a couple friends and I did “bottle nights” where the goal was to be the first to drink you’re entire fifth of liquor…keep in mind this was in-between a few other beers, games of Beirut, etc…so close to a fifth + a 12 pack…
Ahhh, college 
“Other” - A half gallon of Golightly to clean my innards for colonoscopies.
Alky - 2 bottles of beer, Mic Lite, if I remember, or 2 glasses of wine.
Now I drink in moderation. A gift bottle of Johnnie Walker Red lasted me 20 years.
Heh, that reminds me of a guy in my class in college. He thought it’d be cool to drink a fifth of vodka during a lecture. He downed it in about 10 minutes, then after another 30 minutes he turned yellow, stood up, made some gurgling noises and collapsed with some type of organ failure. He was rushed to hospital and made a full recovery but, at the time, it seemed like a pretty normal thing to do. :rolleyes:
Probably something like 16 beers and 8 shooters.
I mean, who keeps track of these things? The more I drink, the less I keep track actually.
On our honeymoon (the first one), I somehow managed to down a fifth of Royal Crown in our hotel room in New Orleans, left the room, staggering down Bourbon throwing up pure booze.
Winos were hot on my trail, yelling, “Hey Buddy! Hold on a second!”
I try not to remember that night, 'cause I think she and I had an argument over some little thing…
Quasi
12 beers…no pizza…but add half a bottle of champagne.
However…I was starting to get in trouble…so I can say with some pride…nine years without a drink. (If nothing else, think of the money I’m saving!)
I think I had a third of a bottle of Russian vodka once, maybe more. It was the drunkest I’ve ever been, but, as usual, I didn’t get a hangover (I just woke up drunk the next morning).
Other than that, there may have been times when I had a mixed drink and a couple of glasses of wine.
Something like 18 beers while not under the influence of anything else. I use to be able to pound them back. But don’t do that anymore. My liver and heart appreciates it, I’m sure.
I used to drink a lot when I was in the military. There were nights when I couldn’t tell you how much I had. I do remember one evening in Budapest when I drank an entire bottle of local champagne ($.80) out of the bottle, then threw a potted plant out of my hotel window, then went to a local club and really got toasted on some sort of local booze while watching strippers dance. It was my birthday. I rarely have anything to drink anymore, but those were wild days.
Ah yes, stupid youth.
I am sometimes amazed I lived through my 20’s.
One of my more non-memorable nights was being the typical, stupid American who goes to a German bar thinking “I can handle 8 beers in the US with no problem - so what’s the big deal here?” and discovering the hard way that German beer does indeed have a much higher alcohol content.
Having learned from that experience, I would warn US and UK visitors to Berlin to go easy on that first night in the bars, or at least go slowly. But no - they all thought the same thing. I can remember trying to be nice and warning two Brits, but no - they were passed out in the corner after chugging through about 6 large mugs of beer each in an hour.
Then there was the other stupid night when two other teachers and I met with our Russian ESL student on his last day day of private, intensive English classes. He was buying rounds of vodka. Let’s just say it is never a wise idea to drink vodka with a Russian…
I think I’ve topped out at around the equivalent of 9-10 drinks. I am a bit of a lightweight and if I get to around 8 without drinking enough water and eating enough food to buffer it then I get sick. This is not a common occurrence, however; I’m usually pretty good at stopping around 5-6 drinks.
I had a drinking contest with my sister. Tequila! I drank 14 shots, she had seventeen. I gave my wife the keys and my sister walked out of the bar stone sober. Now I don’t drink much except for a nice single malt scotch now and then and my car club president gets me some moonshine from Tennessee once in a while.
If it is a watch football all day long with no work the next day or a Vegas trip, I can do about 12 beers. This assumes I’m drinking typical American Bud Light type beers that are free in the casino.
i’m not even sure how to narrow this down. a few that stand out:
-21st birthday, had some mixed drinks and like 12 shots of vodka. only really notable cause i didn’t get sick.
-there was the time i spent the day having one of those ross and rachel style breakups that lasts hours, and once that was done i had to get on an airplane that was packed to the gills and fly home. my friends picked me up from the airport, drove me to the nearest bar, and i started pounding back long islands like they were shots.
-i once drank a bottle of peach schnapps in one sitting, straight out of the bottle.
i don’t drink anymore. i never really liked it much to begin with, but did a lot of it in my early 20’s just because i could.
Do not give Irish people shots in order to get them to leave your bar at closing time.
Many years ago- in Prague.
Beers, aforementioned shots, then absinthe (and vague memories of strippers…so, maybe absinthe in a strip club?).
Still drunk the next day, the hangover kicked in shortly after dinner…and was swiftly banished with beer.
I’ve been drunk since, but that was definitely the most I’ve ever drunk.
I would have voted “2 bottles of wine” except that it said “the next morning was tough” which it wasn’t. I’ve never had a hangover in my life. Poorly worded poll, IMO.
I have finished off 11 beers between the time I get home at 3:30 and midnight-ish more than once. Never quite finished a twelve pack that I can remember. As long as I’m not driving anywhere I’m not afraid to let it rip once in a while.
I no longer drink but when I did, the most drunk I’ve ever been was at a party where I and a friend took a bottle of Southern Comfort and some Coke (of the Cola variety). We ran out of Coke and continued with the Southern Comfort neat (it’s quite sweet, from memory).
I’m not entirely sure how much I drank compared with my friend, but I woke up on the door step of the nurses’ quarters with no recollection of how I got there. The front of my dress was covered in vomit. Disgusting indeed. I’ve never been so drunk before or since and had a monster of a hangover the following day, which I richly deserved.
I don’t really drink, unless I’m around drinkers. But with the right crowd, I’ve been known to just chain drink whatever’s coming down the pike.
This last Halloween party was the worst I’ve been in a loooong time. I started with a Labatt, followed immediately by a shot of vodka. Then someone made me a delicious (but particularly strong) gin & tonic. Then some vodka and Vernors. Then we hit the bar… I was drinking two more beers, then someone handed me a double shot of Jäger. The rest is a blur, and I can neither confirm nor deny that some asshat cough dressed as Doc Brown vehemently puked then passed out in the car for the rest of the evening.