I said 8 beers. None of it was actually beer, but a shot of Jeger and then 4 screw drivers with more than a shot’s worth of vodka in each of them.
After that I threw up 7 times over the next 14 hours, so I’ve never met that amount again.
There have been a handful of times that I’ve had 30 or so over a period of 12-15 hours.
Answer would be 'I don’t remember.
At least two bottles of wine. I suspect pizza was involved as well.
Ah, all the makings of the Technicolor Yawn.
Don’t remember.
I was 18 and it was my freshman year of college. Went with a buddy to a friend’s house that had had a party the night before. They had a bunch of left over bottles, and we ended up just drinking and watching a movie. (Daddy day care, if I remember right). I got shit faced, knew I shouldn’t drink anymore, and hell, even the idea of getting up and walking was questionable. But apparently, I would drink my glass, look at my cup, and then look very sadly at my friend. He would dutifully refill it, and I would drink it down again and repeat the process. We went home, I had several conversations I don’t have any recollection of, and spent the night comatosed next to the toilet.
Does it have to be a night? Because the one and only time that I got drunk, the drinking started at eight in the morning.
“Pistolé! …Pistolé…”
/Marion from Raiders
At least a fifth. There’s been nights where I have no clue how many shots I did.
17 beers, maybe a bit more than that but it starts getting fuzzy around then.
After I’d finished my last day at a job I totally despised, my friend from work and I went out drinking straight after work. We knocked back 15 beers each between 5pm and 8pm. :eek: Then went to his apartment and had a couple more each, shared a bong, apparently found dancing to the Spice Girls at 2am hilariously funny…and I woke up in my own bed so I suppose I got a cab home at some point after that.
In my early 20s, I would regularly drink 11 or 12 beers in a night out, but this is in the course of the entire night, around 8 hours or more. Couldn’t do that now. These days 4 or 5, maybe 6 tops, and I’m good for the night.
One teeny tiny little mini-cup of ceremonial Manischevitz wine at a Shabbat dinner. Other than that, I don’t drink at all.
I’m glad we weren’t driving, y’all! We weren’t, were we? 
Quasi
Oh, always.
Drunks don’t let friends drive sober. If you can’t drive safe, drive fast.
Almost certainly at a wedding, when I was in my late twenties. Ceremony at 11 a.m. but the grooms party met up about 9 and got stuck into the champagne. The bar shut at the reception at 1 the following morning, and there was an after-party at someone’s house after that. There were various ahem pick-me-ups available, and of course plenty of food throughout, but jeez…I was still pished two days later. That was a great wedding though, gotta love photos of the bride with a cigarette in one hand and a pint in the other
An entire large bottle of wine. Never again. That was the beginning of the end of my binge drinking.
Annie?
All at one time - chug-a-lugging it?:eek:
You may want to look up the history of my hometown (Rothenburg ob der Tauber) and read about the French General Tilly’s challenge to Mayor Nusch! 
Quasi
Without reading what everyone else said:
In a 4 hours period; 26 12 oz beers (not-lite) and a roast chicken. I drove home, no one else was up to it.
One eye closed, or both open?
In my college days my roomate and I used to buy the cheapest beer (Old Milwaukee), punched a hole in the bottom of the can, held our finger over that hole and then opened the top and drank it down - all at once - supposed to make you high quicker.
Then, when we could afford it, came the punch (forgot what we called it). We got some 7-Up poured it in a big bowl along with some Mad Dog 20-20 and/or Ripple, and fucked ourselves up so bad, that in class the next morning, none of us had detoxed to the point where we could take coherent notes.
Some of us wound up as professors, believe it or not.
Quasi
Literally, one eye closed. I remember one drive from Albany, Oregon to Corvallis, and all I could do was close one eye and concentrate on the taillights in front of me. Another time, I sideswiped an oncoming vehicle at 2am. I stopped, but he didn’t; all I could figure was he was drunker than I was. Providence looks out for drunks and fools.