[Closed] Drunk with regrets.......you?

Her name's Michelle, we don't talk anymore.

Don't worry about it, paranoia is not a good emotion!

i dont get drunk ! end of.... 😉

i don't necessarliy regret my actions, but the GF does..... although last week she was quite proud of me having argued my point about wakny design being an ego stroking exercise for ****y designers and a snooty 1% of the population to a bunch of ****y designers. i think my point was that design should benefit the masses, not just the few. i also insulted the host (multi-millionare design guru). i don't remember much other than the prize giving.

there have been a few things that i've regretted, but none with long lasting effects..

one of my mum's sisters family have a bit of a weakness when it comes to alcohol.

there was the time my sister and the older daughter were on holiday. my sister gave her cousin the appartment key. some time later she tells my sister that she can't find the key. "where was it?" asks my sister.
"tied to my knickers".
"where are your knickers?"
"i don't know...."

so they sat outside the apartment for several hours, our cousin in her mini skirt asleep, legs a kimbo with people walking past on their way to work....

then there is the younger cousin....

in fact, there are many stories, but the one that stands out is her christmas party. she worked for a large company designing warships and systems for the navy....

the party was downstairs next to the foyer. at some point my cousin was somewhat pissed and making a fool of herself. her colleagues told her to go to bed. that she did, but then decided that she wanted a coke to help sober up. so she leaves her room. walks down to the foyer where she realises that she has forgotten her key and all she has on is her pyjama top.... no bottoms. so she takes a tiny table cloth to keep her dignity intact, but it is too late... those in at the party had already clocked her.... silly girl

T'is a funny old thread this one.

Surely your acts are simply a right of some sort of passage, breath deeply, head high, look em' smack bang in the eye and greet with a smile.. wholey dependant on the extent of the situation, but for sure they'll forgive/point and laugh/kiss/run off screaming, then..

Laugh.

Having said that I'm a boring old fart, to be fair I always have been so have no idea what you're all going on about. If you're asking "have I been drunk and fallen over at a Hunt Ball once or twice hell Yes. have I stuck my head up ball gowns.. erm Yeah, have I seen some poshtotty fall backwards arse in the air "like they just don't care", well of course.. Have I seen a few "henrys" get violently ill on vodka shots.. welll hell yeah.. Have I danced until I can take no more and fallen over due to exhaustion and high on adrenaline only.. gawd yeah "we are IE"

But Moi unable to remember? Nope, I'm sorry to dissapoint but I stop when I'm feeling tipsy me..

Deep and lasting though your shame feels right now I guarentee you will laugh about it at some point.

Chin up. No ones dead are they?

No. I'm just a more dopey version of my sober self when drunk.

Did you take acid and do a poo on the carpet in front of everyone?

A very unlikely event in my experience.

I managed to produce a raisin sized dropping once after about 20 mins of struggling, but then I was in the normal place - without an audience.

I vaguely recall the acid and the poo story, very funny

I've woken up many, many times with that feeling off dread. Once got mortal at a mates christmas party. left when I could hardly stand up, stopping only to take two bottles of expensive wine that another friend had bought him as a gift. dropped them both before I'd even got off his front path....

Drink! a "friend I know" went to Cadwell Park Performance Bike weekend, got mashed walked out the beer tent along the long queue of waiting drinkers informing them all that the tent was dry-not a drink left, Following riot burnt down beer tent ,food stands and the PA tower ending the weekends festival and ensuring event never happened again.
Felt abit ill,

Rob Hilton - A bloke on here told a great story about his debauched brother doing that and more a while ago.

^ Yeah, it rings a bell. Poss a lot easier to do mixed with booze - the overall effect is [b]very[/b] different.

Ha ha, This thread is funny, I'm feeling much better about things now:)
My night was nothing compared to some of these stories but still a bit too fresh to go into

Lowey, we'll speak:)

Drunk with regrets??

After a proper nights lagging I always get that pit of the stomach paranoid ill feeling that something bad will come of it but then I am one of lifes worriers.

Though I was passed all this but two weeks ago went out with my wife for our anniversary which started off pleasant enough with a meal and vino blanco, we then headed to a pub with a band on and hit the shorts.

Things then got interesting of which I will not go into but to cap it all I got up in the morning and our front door was wide open!!

In all my drinking life I have always managed one thing and that is to secure my dwelling.

Still can't believe it but luckily nothing was nicked but my god!!

I once queued up at Ronnie Scotts with my cock hanging out of my jeans.

The bouncer kept turning me away and I was confused why.

Two of the girls I worked with took me across the road to a coffee shop and sobered me up abit and then they let me in.

To this day I've no idea why they just didn't say 'eeeee you mucky bugger go home' 😆

One of which resulted in me loosing a good mate.

I'm intriged

Did you sleep with him?

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

Silent treatment appears to be over, pi55 taking has commenced, looks like its all going to be ok:)

You can tell us all now, so we can add to the piss taking 😆

A friend slept with a girl who looked like a young Victoria Wood. After marathon fun he made an excuse that he had to leave (at 3am) and she replied 'just one more time' ...ok then

Last weekend, whilst dressed as a [url= ]sex robot[/url] I went for a drunken piss in a hedge at a festival, only to realise about 30 seconds in that I was pissing on a mains extension reel that was powering one of the tents. Somehow didn't get 240 volts up my cock. Sobered me up pretty fast. Then proceeded to get more drunk and can't remember much else. Nearly a Darwin Awards contender.

My problem is usually at home. I go out for a quiet drink and roll in at 4am. My better half is understandably unhappy at my inability to predict my home time and my level of drunkenness. She is the only one I have to face usually and that's enough.

Other than that I tend not to be a tool when drunk, it just magnifies my already dubious personality.

Naked chin ups in a local swingpark was a good one.. Struggled to remember that the nextnight.. Oh aye, and what I can only describe as living room parkour.. Lol. It was a big flat.
Regret it tho? No, wish I could go back and do it all again..

I once drank too many double G&Ts and ended up living with this messy alcoholic chain smoking mountain biker called Binners who is now also going to be unbearable as he's stopped smoking....

It could have been Hora..... 😈

Being caught in the loo of a coffee shop with my then g/f's legs wrapped around my waist was a highlight.