The only time I ever got really drunk was at my bachelor party, but I don’t remember feeling as drunk as I apparently was. I had to lean on the wall at one point so I wouldn’t fall on my face, but that didn’t stop me from groovin’ to the sounds of Fishbone. Lesse, what did i have… a Long Island ice tea, some kind of rum and coconut concoction, a Black Russian, and a couple other miscellaneous drinks my friends shoved at me.
I never want to risk getting bombed, because I’ll probably end up beating on someone. Plus alcoholism runs on both sides, and my grandfather was a vicious drunk before he got himself into AA.
I used to hang out with a guy who when he got drunk he really got DRUUUNK. He was a blast to hang out with because we always got kicked out of bars (my idea of fun anyway). One night he started pushing me around and jabbering incoheriently about something. I have no idea what he was so upset about. I’m two-hundred pounds and 6’4" so I wasn’t really worried about it, but it got to the point where I had to defend myself from him. We exchanged a few punches and I knocked him over a few times before he gave up. I helped him home (walking distance) and got him to sleep it off.
The next weekend he asked me why he woke up the next morning with a sore jaw. He didn’t remember a thing.
I know when to quit drinking. I hate the feeling of being too drunk.
When I drink I rarely get more than a good buzz going on. I have a very strong aversion to puking, so I take care not to overindulge. I’ve gotten drunk enough to stagger and slur, but I’ve never been sick or hung over enough to be sick.
I know I’ve reached my limit when my cheeks get numb. Odd but true. At that point I’m pretty buzzed and having fun, but I can still talk to that “sober” part in my head and tell myself to lay off the booze for a while.
OK, now that im good and drunk i will try to answer your questions. in the last hour ive had 1/2 a bottle of 750ml 11% wine and 8oz of 40% whiskey. i will finish off the wine shortly.
If i do not remember posting this then i will have had an alcoholic blackout.
PS, i can still control my actions. like i said when i was sober, yes you can control yourself. i know for a fact that how im feeling now is just a temporary vacation from my normal mindset. doing something stupid while drunk and not expecting there to be negative repercussions is like taking a vacation in florida, breaking the law, and not expecting anything bad to happen when you get back to wisconsin. My inhibitions are lowered and i can act freely now but i am not going to do anything stupid.
so you konw, i cant remember writing the post above although i do remember the post in general. its weird but im still inebriated. i will keep you updated on what i remember and what i dont.
i honestly dont remember writing the post above but at the same time i know i was the one who wrote it.
There was a time not too long ago when I could’ve said yes, I’m perfectly aware of when I’ve had too much or am approaching it… sadly, that time is no more. Before New Year’s '03, I could tell every step of the way, whether I was buzzed, getting tipsy, a little toasted, or just shitbombed, and if it was the latter I’d puke and that’d be it. Since that night, though, there seems to be no in-between. I’m sober (or think I am) one second, and the next thing I know I’m waking up at my house wondering how the hell I got there, owing somebody 20 bucks 'cause I bet them I’d remember what hand I flipped them off with last night. The only way I really know I’ve overindulged anymore is the next day, when I realize there are big holes in my memory sequence of the preceding night.
I don’t know if this is a side effect of developing tolerance, or what… I can drink a whole lot more than I used to without getting sick… in fact I haven’t been sick off alcohol in over two years now. Either way, it sucks-- I never minded puking; I always had at least 10-15 minutes ‘warning’ beforehand, so I never puked ‘inappropriately’ and it was always such a relief when it was over that the process didn’t really even bother me. I’d much rather puke my guts out and remember the events leading up to it than retain my dinner and suddenly come to as I’m being pulled out of a cop car and into the county freakin’ jail. :mad:
Very good topic… but unfortunatly not too many clear answers. I suppose that experience is the best explanation. I cant tell you how many times ive been bummed out that I went out had a great time, and I knew I had a great time- but I couldnt remember anything the next morning. No memories to go with a great time. Very dissapointing.
My brother does this all the time. In fact he has his drunk alter ego: “Larry”, as his friends and I lovingly call him. My brother will become “Larry” more often than not when he’s drinking and slip into what “Larry” calls “timetraveling” (which is blacking out in other terms). When I ask my brother what he did ‘last night’ and he answers “time traveling” I know that “Larry” went out and had a good time. There have been several occasions where ive asked my friends what they did the night before or how they got home- they answer “I hung out with Larry” or “Larry took me home”… very funny…
Unfortunately, my metabolism shifts, and I’ve have times when I was fine, then one last sip set me over into the “you’ve had too much.” I think it’s because it takes a few minutes for the body to conclude that the alcohol level has reached maximum capacity; meanwhile, the mind thinks things are okay, and accepts another drink.
Oddly enough, no matter how drunk I get, I can always manage to get my contacts out. This amazes my beloved – I can’t figure out how to unsnap my coat, or get out of my loafers, but I can find the case, and the multi-purpose solution, and get the contacts our of my eyes.
OK. where i live it is 1040pm, i started drinking at 330 or so. so technically its not the next day but im pretty much sober.
Even though i know i wrote those 2 posts above, i do not remember them. virtually everything from 4pm-9pm is a blur and all i have are splotches. This was not a total blackout, but it was a general blackout. I can still recall some bits and pieces but i generally have no idea where the next 5 hours went. i ‘know’ i am the one who made those 2 messages above but i do not remember writing them. I dont remember writing the phrase “If i do not remember posting this then i will have had an alcoholic blackout.” but i do know that i wrote it sometime today. odd.
To combine the questions; While I’m getting drunk I realize that I’m getting drunk. Hence, I can tell myself, “Umm, you’d better damn well stop now, 'cause you don’t wanna get sick”. I’ve been drinking for…seven years now & I’ve never done anything I really regret & have gotten sick but once.
Alright its the next day, luckily i do not get hangovers, god bless my family’s iron liver. I had 8oz whiskey and a 750ml bottle of 11% wine over the course of an hour yesterday. So i was pretty out of it and i honestly cannot remember much of anything from 4-9pm yesterday except flashes.
Questions
for you drinkers, do you know when you’ve crossed that line to where you’ve drunk so much you won’t remember your actions the next day?
Im not sure honestly. Reading my above posts it appears i was unsure if i would have a blackout but now it appears i have. i doubt i thought id have a blackout as ive only had 1 at 1 other time so its foreign to me i guess. Besides, i wouldnt call last night a ‘total blackout’, i still remember flashes just not much of anything else. i dont remember what i watched on tv, or what i talked to my brother about, but i do remember who all i sent emails too.
if you’re drunk, can you realize it and force yourself to not do or say crazy things?
i was in control of my actions because i know that being inebriated is a temporary thing. Once i stopped being drunk (ie now) i would have to face what i did so i didnt really do anything embarassing.
know that “Larry” went out and had a good time. There have been several occasions where ive asked my friends what they did the night before or how they got home- they answer “I hung out with Larry” or “Larry took me home”… very funny…