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Mar 07, 04
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Waking up naked, bloody and confused...
So does this happen to anyone else on a regular basis? I was getting hammered at work last night and then some more in the bar/bowling alley next door. And I totally don't remember much from the bar on, all I know is that I fell down atleast once if not several times. I woke up this morning with my pants flung accross the room and a bandaid on my hand, along with bruises on my left knee, left hip and left temple. As well as scrapes on the tops and palms of my hands. My ass doesn't hurt this morning, so that's a good sign.
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i hate being accident prone.
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Mar 07, 04
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i once woke up bloodied, although clothed, on a patch of grass in an industrial neighboorhood in Victoria after attending a nearby house party.... not sure how i got there, but i didn't realize my condition until i caught a cab.... i asked to go to my home in the suburbs but insted he took me straight downtown and dropped me off in the crack zone.... that's when i saw my reflection and realized that i had dried blood crusted all over my face, in my hair... i'd been bleeding from my nose as i lay face down on the boulevard, and there were bits of dry grass & dirt dried into the crustyt blood... charming to say the least.
then by coincidence i went to another party at the same house, a couple of years later... different people living there, completely un-related... yet still i end up passed out on the boulevard blocks away. no blood this time though.
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Mar 07, 04
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The worst I've done while drunk is see double, get dragged (literally) into a cab, dragged into my best friend's apt, drag my sorry ass into the bathroom and lock the door, then promptly force myself to puke and proceed pass out on the toilet seat effectively locking myself into the bathroom for the night.
Yeah, I'm lame. I hanve no good booze stories. :moon:
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Mar 07, 04
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i always sleep naked . i did wake up after a acid night and find blood on my knee. i don't remember the fall but apearently i did.
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Mar 08, 04
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lol some rough stories everyone and Wood that’s rough man...glad you made it home.
Worst case of drunken stupidity happened 6 years ago in Coquitlam when I was heading home from a house party in the middle of November (snow, wet streets) alone. I had taken some Dimetapp the night before to fight off some symptoms I had and then proceeded to drink a mickey of southern comfort, a six pack of bud and hit of a J. I thought the Dimetapp was out of my system. Boy was I wrong.  Somewhere along the way during my journey I veered off course and ended up finding a cozy ditch behind a church where I decided to take a nap. 4 Hours later, a truck driving by noticed some legs sticking out of the ditch. They weren't sure if I had been hit by a car, beat up or just knocked out so they put me in the back of the pickup truck and drove me home to my house. My pulse had dropped so low that they were not sure if I was dead or near death. They found my address by the ID in my pocket. When they pulled up to the house they woke up my parents and told them what had happened. The lady in the car was terrified, crying and very emotional which made my parents think I was dying. It took 3 people to carry me into my bed where I was supervised by most of my family until the next morning. My dad assumed I had done something horrible to myself when really it was just the cough medicine that made me black out. I felt like absolute shit the next day and was actually puking up bile. The worst thing is I never really had a chance to thank the people for rescuing me. 5 more hours in the cold and I may have perished.
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Mar 08, 04
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...ah you know your an alcoholic when...!
u drink too much seek help from AA 
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Mar 09, 04
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especially when you have fleecy sheets... mmm.. which i don't have.... hahaha FUCK... but it's nice at my girlfriends house....
i gave up at ikea when i bought my bed... i couldnt find fleecy sheets.. they had like fleecy carpet looking things and i was like wtf? and their like yah thats all we have.... im like dude thats a fucking carpet or something its not bedsheets
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Mar 10, 04
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/\ Well I work right next to Excaliber and that's the bar I got drunk in , in my first post in this thread. As for last night, I didn't go into the Ex but I went for a dube at the little benched area right next to it, it's kinda our official pot-smoking pit. Are you the dude who asked us for rollies? Do you work at RMH? Are you stalking me? Why aren't turtles worth more when you buy them off a crooked Brazilian arms dealler on a tuesday afternoon???
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Mar 10, 04
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Nope, thats never happened to me.
I seem to handle my alcohol well at times however the times that I dont I always have someone there to watch over me
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Jul 23, 05
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wow rough night
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Jul 24, 05
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You only really have to start worrying when the blood that you wake up covered in isn't yours.
About, well, six years ago, at a house party in, uh, coquitlam, I drank some beer, a bit of port, some tequila, some whiskey, and decided to top it all off by chuggin the last of my mexican moonshine. Bad idea. Everything went yellow, and I couldn't see anything, but I found a ride home. I got into the car, and apparently, we almost crashed and died, because of the horrible driver we were with. I only have a faint recollection of tires screeching. When i finally got home, I fell out of the car full sprawl in my cul de sac. Everything in my bag went everywhere, to be found the next morning, and i stumbled up the driveway. Immediately, I hit the toilet bowl, and everything came up. I hit the dry heaves with a vengeance. They wouldn't give up, and it felt like my head was gonna explode. At this time, I had a mild case of pinkeye, and I'm assuming that I can blame what happened next on that. When the last dryheave came to its worst, I heard a *crack* sound, like a little balloon popping......and blood began to gush out my nose. I was so done, I didn't even clean the blood off my chest.....just passed out on the bathmat, wrapped in a (thankfully, no stains) maroon towl for the next 9 hours. When I heaved myself up for water, I looked in the mirror to find blood had streamed down my face, down my chin and neck, and spread out omy chest and stomach, and down the riight side of my ribs. For some reason, I inhaled through my nose, to clear out the blockage, and got a nearly solid chunk of clotted, coppery-tasting blood in my mouth, and started puking again. I didn't touch hard booze for 6 months, afterwards.
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Aug 03, 05
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once i was drinking with a friend at a local hotel and we had a couple of beers outside on the deck and then we got into the car and then we got to his house and i dont remember going to his room passing out im glad i had all my clothes on haha thats bout it i cant remember any other times.. i dont think anything bad has ever happened to me...
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