When was the last time you were drunk

Saturday. I drank fifteen bottles of Ringnes, the best Norwegian mainstream beer, as the girl I somehow seem to have fell in love with turned 21.
I gave her Mockingbird Wish Me Luck, then a few hours later she rejected me for some half assed (I'm not bitter, not at all :) english musician which at Sunday made me feel a whole lot better than on Friday.
 
Yesterday being Turkey Day with dinner at 1 in the afternoon. I began on the wine at noon, as did our hostess. The men sipped beer slow, watching football (AND the toddlers) while she and I ended up literally under the dining room table talking about our punk rock days and trying desperatly(me anyway) not to drunkenly kiss her on the mouth). I'ts now 7 a.m. the day after and I just downed my One-A-Day ladies vitamin, along with my Prozac and my calcium pill with a small juice glass of pinot noir.
Fuck me, huh?
(Seriously If someone fucked me, most likely I'd be drinking less, but this buzz is good too and doesnt require sweating, which I loathe.)
 

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Joe Strummer said, "Punk rock isn't something you grow out of, Punk rock is like the Mafia, and once you're made, you're made." You would seem to be living proof of that, hannah. ;)
 
Thanks, mjp....i think! lol
My old OLD punk friends used to say, 'Dont worry about Hannah, getting all married and taking out the nose rings and shit; working for an insurance company...she is 'subverting from within' they would say, and damn if i didnt feel obligated to do so, occassionally wiping my ass with important documents, setting people up to clash in a playful and totally anonmous way.
now i just drink wine, raise a toddler, write bad poems, and collect snakes.
and now i tell me child the truth as i know it about christians, politics and the uselessness of a formal education, at least on my part.
i'm guessing she will love or hate me by the time she's 14, and i'll be back at a cramps concert in a walker, still enjoying the novelty of being drunk.

i really havent changed all that much. all my clothes still come from goodwill.
 
I'm an old punk. I now write about new Boston punk bands in a local music paper.

Lotsa drinking the last two days. Yesterday afternoon it was 3 Mimosas, a Black Russian and two beers, later that night a jagermeister and 3 beers. Feel fine today.
 

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Last time drunk: probably on the 15th Nov. as I entered my fourth decade in this world. Oh wait, then I was drunk too on the 23rd, when my recent ex celebrated the same birthday too, and we talked on the phone.

What's there to celebrate anyway?

Probably will get wasted on a blonde Russian's 20th birthday next Monday. She told me she'll have weed...

'Tilt the bottle into the night'
 
i'm about to drink a chamberlain ale made by shipyard brewing co., in portland, maine. sitting in the school library, at the computer terminal, not really giving a shit and waiting to get inspired to do my sociology homework. ah screw that. well, last time i was drunk would've been this morning, when i woke up, since then i've had a steady, very slight buzz that i've managed to somehow keep going, though i'm down to about a dollar and ten cent to my name- should get more by payday though. huh, well, i spose then, now.
err, what i mean is, the last time i was drunk was sortof---in a little while.

but riproaring drunk? must've been a few days ago, haven't had more than 15 or 20 beers a night for the last few. but thursday night i had about a half gallon of vodka and that did me in right well. i wrote alot that night. i can read about a quarter of it. hah.
 
Well, I had a pretty interesting experience this weekend. I blacked out during my friend's house warming party and woke up going to work on someone's breast. Much to my surprise it was someone I was told that same night that she had a crush on me (which I was up until that point completely unaware of). The funniest part I guess was the fact that I didn't even question the fact that it was happening, but I just kept going at it until I blacked out again. I'm not sure what happened (I may have still been awake for all I know), but I woke up the next morning around 11, I guess, and bolted to my other friend's house next door because I thought she was someone else.
 
Ah, personally not a huge fan of pumpkin flavored beers :) However, it's not bad-most shipyard beers I thoroughly enjoy. Their general export is a favorite. Also a big fan of gritty's beers. (also portland, me) they make a really nice stout, called black fly stout.
 
sunday december third - had two beers at a place i go to called the black forest (german place) - then drank a bottle of gewurztraminer in about two hours or less. talking with a friend - then i made a couple of phone calls - then the lights went out - and i woke in the morning not remembering much of anything said. all day there in that bed. i just felt empty. ate two spring rolls that id purchased the previous day. i was spaced and empty. a rather inneresting feeling. i believe that drunks need their hangovers as badly as they need the actual intoxication. they need the experience of de-toxification. a cleansing ritual. anyway - im on my thrid beer now. let the times that are good roll.

peace , paul
 
New Years I drank probably a half a bottle of champagne (James Cook or something like that), a whole lot of beer, and some shots of bad rum and maybe tequila, too. I feel asleep in a tent (after puking about a dozen times) thinking about Star Trek. What a night.
 
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to answer the question. The last time I drank I found myself playing cards with a bunch of MEXICANS drinking TEQUILA in a some shack-like structure in GUADALAJARA. After waking in bed with one of the brides maids and having the fucking GIGANTIC HANGOVER my stupid ass went down to the kitchen only to realize that i had panties around my neck....the mom then put two and two together!!!! F"N DISASTER. I gave new meaning to the the term, "Ugly American"...I guess I get pass because I was born in CHILE.
 
New Years I drank probably a half a bottle of champagne (James Cook or something like that), a whole lot of beer, and some shots of bad rum and maybe tequila, too. I feel asleep in a tent (after puking about a dozen times) thinking about Star Trek. What a night.
your stories are vivid reminders
of why i quit drinking

thanks for sharing
 

the only good poet

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i once heard or read somewhere (possibly in connection with b) that real drinkers, or rather, alcoholics don't brag about their drinking. possibly because the drink is the one in control.

the last time i was drunk - or to customize the question slightly - the last time i was really drunk was New Years evening. it was in Scotland. probably imbibed something approaching two bottles of spirit. some beer. eh. the white light of John Barleycorn!
 
In which poem does Buk talk about the alcoholics abilty to have endurance?
I'm thinking it was Sep. Stew but I'm not sure....
 
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the only good poet

One retreat after another without peace.
you reminded me of possibly b's most famous line, "endurance is more important than truth." it is mouthed by chinaski, in barfly, as a kind of defense of drunks. but i like to believe b concieved of it in terms of his own, life-long struggle to be the writer he knew he was. that's it.
 
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I made the mistake of putting my card behind the bar last night.



I'm pretty sure some of the local barflys may have taken advantage of this, I had a budget of £40 a week till pay day

Its now about £10 :(
 
i once heard or read somewhere (possibly in connection with b) that real drinkers, or rather, alcoholics don't brag about their drinking. possibly because the drink is the one in control.
You make a good point there...that's why I take some time off away from the boose every once and a while, just to let them know who's in charge.

I'm in one of those periods now. I was enjoying my gin a little too much last Monday night after work, and well, I just kept enjoying it. Usually I switch over to beer at some point to slow down the process, but after the good Bombay at home I was off to the bar (I mistakenly thought it was Tuesday and the cheap Irish beer night). Well, Mondays are cheap rail drinks, so instead of beer I switched to cheap gin.

I spent the next couple days picking up the pieces. So, now I am reestablishing who's the boss.
 
You make a good point there...that's why I take some time off away from the boose every once and a while, just to let them know who's in charge.

I'm in one of those periods now. I was enjoying my gin a little too much last Monday night after work, and well, I just kept enjoying it. Usually I switch over to beer at some point to slow down the process, but after the good Bombay at home I was off to the bar (I mistakenly thought it was Tuesday and the cheap Irish beer night). Well, Mondays are cheap rail drinks, so instead of beer I switched to cheap gin.

I spent the next couple days picking up the pieces. So, now I am reestablishing who's the boss.
It's like any good relationship. You have to make yourself look vulnerable occasionally and then freeze them out to show them who's boss. Or maybe that's a terribly draining relationship, I forget.
 

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"It's like any good relationship. You have to make yourself look vulnerable occasionally and then freeze them out to show them who's boss. Or maybe that's a terribly draining relationship, I forget."

Ninjerk - brilliant!!

the last time i was REALLY drunk was just before xmas. it was pretty bad... i went to see this band play, (i've been sleeping with the guitarist for a few months) but i was on my own as my friend who was supposed to meet me there never turned up. i'd already had a bottle of wine before i even left the house. anyway, this guy is really smart, witty and talented, and i really admire and respect him. but i'm not terribly good in social situations... and i got uber-paranoid that he would think i was being too full-on, just turning up at his gig all on my own, like some kinda groupie... so i drank loads of red wine to compensate for my total lack of self-confidence and ended up shit-faced.
all this was worsened by the fact that he was quite sober. and then he told me he wasn't coming home with me at the end of the night. feeling completely humiliated and rejected, i decided to make things even worse for myself and ended up taking home some friend-of-friend who was a complete asshole and left me barely able to walk the next day... and i forgot to mention that i also made-out with a female friend of the guy i'm seeing. totally not my normal behaviour when i'm drinking.

i felt pretty traumatised the next day, and knew i'd gone too far. so i've been staying at home to do my drinking, where i'm less likely to embarass myself.

jesus, i just re-read my post... hope it's not too full-on, but we're all friends here, right?? ;)
 
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