Bofredrik From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR: Posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 12 hours ago) and read 4590 times:
It was day 2 in New York and i woke up 8am in my hotel bed.
I had the worst ever hangover!
I would have paid 1000 USD to stay in bed...
But i had to go up to join my group of co-workers and go for a
3-hour sightseeing on this one:
The Full Island Cruise - 3 hours http://www.circleline42.com/index.ihtml?page=sightseeing
I was down in the lobby before 9am and a minibus was waiting.
I did not feel well at all.
But maybe they have some beer on the boat?
I felt a little better until we was onboard just before 10am.
But they did only have coke etc.
So i was sitting on a sofa outside in the cold wind for 3 hours
ans was feeling so bad that the option to jump in the water
and kill myself was a option to consider.
But i survived and i want to thank Donald Trump for his Trump
Plaza building and that they had a bar in the ground floor that
was open lunchtime.
It was there i slowly felt better after at quick taxiride from the
Ps. Did i that morning say; "I will never drink ever again", ?.
JFK69 From United States of America, joined Jun 2006, 1422 posts, RR: 1
Reply 2, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 11 hours ago) and read 4556 times:
Was in college about 5 years ago........Partied all night, passed out in one of my roomates bed.....somehow he didn't realize I was there since he was also pissed drunk and we slept head to toe....but the worst was in the morning when I woke up, My mouth was just dry and I had that awful awful slamming your head against the wall headache. I stumbled into the kitchen and to my joy, there was some Orange Juice in the fridge...........I thought it was OJ at least, In fact it was a OJ bottle with VODKA mixed in from the night before........I spit that crap all over the fridge and I left hoping someone else would find it and think they did.....It stayed that way for 3 days.
Sunshine79 From UK - England, joined Jan 2006, 1760 posts, RR: 28
Reply 3, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 11 hours ago) and read 4550 times:
When I was 19 and first lived in Spain. On a Sunday night, all the holiday reps would gather on the terrace of Linekars bar and down 6 pints of vodka red bull, with half of it being vodka (and it was Smirnoff) Our hangover would last two days. Those were the days!
Queso From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 4, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 10 hours ago) and read 4544 times:
Aw shit, man. August 19, 1986, I was 19 years old and the drinking age was 18 then. A friend and I each drank four (4) 2-liter pitchers of "Texas Tea" (a mix of hard liquors with a splash of Coke to give it color) and a shot of tequila. We had to follow the lines of the tile on the floor to get to the pisser. I remember the date because we left the bar and went to my Mother's birthday party. She was so pissed.
I was SO smashed the next morning, I woke up still drunk. I had a helluva headache and couldn't get enough water to drink.
AirTran737 From United States of America, joined Apr 2004, 3731 posts, RR: 11
Reply 5, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 10 hours ago) and read 4538 times:
Which one to choose? There have been so many. I think the worst was when I was 21 and living in Milwaukee. I was dating a YX flight attendant, and we had a bit of an argument at her house just before a party that she was throwing. I ran to the liquor store and bought a 12 pack of Blue Moon. I drove back to the house and proceeded to drink the Blue Moon like it was water, then did some shots of Captain Morgan, a couple shots of Jack (by shots I mean rock glasses that were half full) and finally a couple cups of Sangria. I was doing ok for a while, but then went out to the deck and started to puke on the sidewalk below. After a half hour of puking I went into the house to lay down, I passed out shortly after that. Apparently while I was passed out I began to have convulsions. People were slapping my face and trying to get me to regain consciousness. When I came to they wanted to take me to the hospital, but I just wanted to sleep it off. I woke up the next day waiting for death to come take me, and began to bargain with God. It was the usual "if you let me make it through this, I will never do it again". After two days of laying on the couch eating Saltines and drinking water I finally began to feel better. Stories like that are why I refuse to get drunk anymore, I won't let myself lose control.
Nice Trip Report!!! Great Pics, thanks for posting!!!! B747Forever
AA61Hvy From United States of America, joined Nov 1999, 13977 posts, RR: 55
Reply 7, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 10 hours ago) and read 4529 times:
I had a bad one recently. I was in YYZ for my company's sales conference (aka our Spring Break) I went out to a karaoke bar in the Korean area, with some of my co-workers and my boss. We sang and drank until about 3am. I then went to a friends room and drank more--literally stumbled back to my room--getting lost in the process--woke up at 9am with a pounding headache- I puked a few times-eventually I got moving but then I walked with some friends to go to Chinatown for some food-it was 95 degrees out and I smelt horrid smells in Chinatown-not a good combo-then we go eat at some authentic Chinese place-so I was eating like Dove eggs and all sorts of random stuff that should not be mixed with a hangover. My boss was worse off-he drank more than me and had to be at a conference at 7am... he didn't go to bed until 5am--he said the first few minutes of that conference was a bit tough..
Miamiair From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 8, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 10 hours ago) and read 4527 times:
I was in Ecuador doing a bit of consulting to the Ecuadorean AF at a shithole air base in Latacunga. I went out partying with some of my group. One of the guys bet me $ 100 I couldn't chug a bottle of Bacardi rum without stopping. A hundred bucks is a hundred bucks. I unscrewed the top and chugged until I was done. I pocketed the $ 100, waited about five minutes and then went to the shitter and made myself pay homage to the porcelain god. I don't remember if I drank anything else or how I made it back to my hotel. The next morning, we were all headed to Ambato, a town to the south. For breakfast all I could stomach was toast. We boarded a bus for the trip. I got the window seat in case I had to hurl. Between the diesel fumes from the window and the stench of the native woman seated next to me, it was a miracle I didn't have a projection vomit ala Exorcist. Toward the end of the day it no longer felt that some evil midget was in my brain pounding away with a pick axe inside my head. For the longest time, just the thought of rum would make my stomach do snap rolls followed by outside loops. That is why we are all going to hell, we promised God never again and we were back at it shortly thereafter.
Skidmarks From UK - England, joined Dec 2004, 7121 posts, RR: 54
Reply 13, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 9 hours ago) and read 4488 times:
I don't remember, they were all bad!!!!!
But, I guess throwing up in a C-130 on approach to Incerlik after a night in Cyprus must rate as one of the worst. I dont remember getting back to the Sgts Mess after going to Limassol and ending up in the Irish Bar (out of bounds). But I got up, had a fulll cooked breakfast and arrived at the terminal nice and early. Things got progressively worse from then on. By the time we landed in Incerlik I had thrown up, had a headache the size of JGPH1A's backside and I didn't feel any better until we finally got to Eskesehir about 4 hours later.
Now, I've stopped drinking as I had a medical for life insurance last week and I found I was 15stone!! Time to lose some pork I fear!
Doona From Sweden, joined Feb 2005, 3792 posts, RR: 13
Reply 15, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 8 hours ago) and read 4468 times:
After a friend's New Year's party when I was 18. Spent the entire evening downing lots and lots of white wine, with sambucca chasers. Puked my guts out on the street outside his house, then passed out on a bench next to a frozen lake at 11:30PM. Woke up from all the fireworks at midnight, had completely forgot about it being New Year's Eve and totally freaked out. Stumbled, ran, and fell on my way home. I then slept for maybe three hours, woke up and went down to the bathroom and started throwing up again. Then I passed out slumped over the toilet. In the morning my mother discovered me and woke me up again. I felt like shit, and discovered that I had puked so hard the night before that I had popped a blood vessel in my eye, which caused blood to cover the white part of the eyeball. I could still see fine, though. My eye stayed that way for two weeks, much to the enjoyment of my friends, class mates and teachers.
Sure, we're concerned for our lives. Just not as concerned as saving 9 bucks on a roundtrip to Ft. Myers.
ORFflyer From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 16, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 8 hours ago) and read 4457 times:
Went on a golf trip with seven other guys. Started with beer during the first round on the way down to the Outer Banks. Finished golfing and headed to the rental house for happy-hour. (Happy-hour is when we're all getting cleaned up for dinner) I drank bourbon and the rocks till we left for the restaurant. Drank fine red wine before, during, and after dinner.
Next morning, we have a 7:00am tee-time. I "forced" down about a half a bottle of aspirin, and also had to force down water, and lots of it. I was miserable - damn near picked up and headed back to the house, but finally started to feel better around the 5th or 6th hole.
Speedbirdie From United Kingdom, joined May 2006, 935 posts, RR: 51
Reply 18, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 7 hours ago) and read 4449 times:
How can I name 1 time I woke up with a headache.... Dont you know I am a Flight Attendant????
One that springs to mind is just before Christmas.. I was in Milan Malpensa.. One of my most hated places.
So we go to the hotel, none of the crew wanted to come out so I was annoyed. Just as we were getting in the lift, the Linate Flight Crew walked out and asked any of us if we wanted to go for a drink.. I shouted 'Give me 10 minutes' as I shot up in the lift!
So we went to an irish bar.. I got completely plastered.. so much so I actually think someone spiked my drink because I couldn't see a thing. On the one occasion I needed the bathroom, I completely pis*sed all over myself, totally missing the hole in the floor. I was so hammered, I couldnt even hover over a hole in the floor. I walked back to the table squelching all the way, then proceeded to get a piggy back on the First Officers back the whole way back to the hotel.
So the next morning I woke up in his room, clothed in his shorts and t-shirt. If there was a moment I wanted the ground to swallow me up, then would have been it. He proceeded to tell me that on the way home we stopped at a alcoholic beverage counter, bought beer and drunk it in his room. Obviously I cannot remember a thing after the peeing incident so I was rather embarrassed.
Fortunately he saw the funny side and told me he didnt rape me which I was very relieved about!!
I wont say how I coped with the flight home that following morning, but I did use a couple of sick bags on take off. Thankfully I was at the back of the aircraft on my crew seat, so no one could see what sorry state I was really in!
I have calmed down since then, but I still swear to this day that I was spiked!!
Safe Drinking everyone!
Jaws707 From United States of America, joined Aug 2001, 708 posts, RR: 1
Reply 19, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 6 hours ago) and read 4433 times:
Worst hangover I ever had was freshmen year of college. It was a simple dorm room party with my friend and 3 girls. I've never drank hard alcohol, but for some reason I wanted to show that I can drink a lot of it without a chaser. My friend got us a bottle of Yukon Jack whiskey and we proceeded to drink way too much of it. I ended up passing out in the girls dorm room. Woke up the next morning next to a random girl sleeping next to me on the floor, lost my wallet for a few hours, and had a headache that was about to explode. Never have I been so dehydrated and I had these weird chills. Have mainly stuck to beer since that, and that was 5 yrs ago.
Cxsjr From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 20, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 6 hours ago) and read 4418 times:
It was about 12 years ago - my boss and I were invited to a brokers office Christmas party starting at midday on a Friday.
I really didn't feel I had the capacity for drinking lots of beer. The guy who was hosting the party suggested I try a whisky mac (whisky with ginger wine in equal proportions) so I accepted.
4 hours, 1 beer, 3/4 of a bottle of whisky and 3/4 of a bottle of ginger wine later, I somehow managed to navigate my way home which would've involved at least 2 trains, 2 tube trains and a taxi .... how I'll never know. Vast chunks of that day disappeared without trace and permanently.
Saturday, well, rough wasn't the word, I couldn't even keep down a glass of water and I had 100 RR Olympus engines pounding, full thrust, in my head!!!. Sunday wasn't much better and even on Monday I didn't feel 100%. It was Tuesday, 3 days after the party before I finally felt 'normal'.
I think I must have pledged "never again" many times in those three days but still I haven't learned and occasionally fall foul of the demon drink!
Falstaff From United States of America, joined Jun 2006, 6350 posts, RR: 30
Reply 21, posted (8 years 1 week 3 days 5 hours ago) and read 4385 times:
Quoting AA61Hvy (Reply 9): Famous lines when you're puking: I'll never drink again!
I've said that before, but I didn't mean it...
I have had two hangovers that really make the all time list. Both were drinking the same kind of beer; Bell's Amber Ale. The Saturday before Superbowl in 2002 I drank a lot of it and had a bad hangover. I was sick all day and ate a bucket of KFC to get rid of it. Two years later I had a keg of that stuff at my house for a party. Everyone was wasted and the next day I had the worst hang over I ever had. All day my friends were calling me and complaining about their hangovers. I have never drank that beer again.
The second worst hang over I ever had was in 1999 at the American Breweriana Association convention in St. Louis at the Holiday Inn Westport. I drank 12 16oz bottles of Haffenreffer Malt Liquor and a bunch of Grain Belt premiums. I was drunk all the next day.
My first and one of the worst was the night I drank 5 Red Stripes and an unknown quantity of tequila. About 13 years ago, we were at a friend's house and they didn't have a proper shot glass so we ended up using a rocks glass to do shots out of (close to a shot and a half to a double shot) and I recall doing 7 shots out of there, so a conservative estimate of 10 shots of tequila, perhaps maybe as many as 12-15. Next day, I get up and feel as though a pack of wild horses have stomped on my head.
St. Patrick's Day 2005 was definitely the worst one in recent memory. I actually lost count on how much I had that afternoon. Somewhere around 8-10 beers/ciders and at least 3 shots of Bushmills over the course of about 4 hours. Got home that night around 7 pm, passed out on my bed almost immediately. Had to be at work the next morning @ 5 am (that particular week, I was off Thursday and Saturday) and came dragging into work looking like death warmed over. My head felt like two leprechauns were dancing on my head and smacking me with shillelaghs. Definitely the worse one in which I had to go to work the next day.
: New Years Day, 1997 was the worst hangover I ever had. Obviously, with it being New Years Eve the night before, I drank heavily. I'd been at a party a
: I've never been hung over.... never been drunk enough to get that blasted. I get about as mean as a person can get if I drink too much (which happens