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Since I'm mostly a light beer drinker (one or two at the most), almost any stronger beverage has been a bad experience. Causing headaches or even making me feel really sick.
I have acetaldehyde dehydrogenase deficiency so every alcohol experience involving more than 1-2 drinks is a bad one. Before I knew this I would get stumbling, vomity drunk on 4 beers, maybe even blackout drunk on 6. My worst experience in HS I was driving in an impaired condition and arrived at my destination with no memory of the last 10 minutes, and it scared the bejesus out of me.
These days I have sworn off getting drunk. I allow myself a beer or glass of wine a couple times per year if that. Don't miss the poison.
Got arrested once for cussing out a cop. And I called them b/c someone had busted out my car window. Charges were dropped, but what a rebel I was. Too drunk and mad to care at the time.
This actually reminds me of two of my worst alcohol-related experiences (overall, I have too many to list). In 2006 (just barely age 20), I was at a bar after a free outdoor concert in downtown Buffalo. Back then, my tolerance was nearly nonexistent, and so the 4 or 5 beers I'd had at the concert were good enough to leave me extremely intoxicated as we made the maybe quarter-mile walk to the bar district. It only took me half an hour or so to get kicked out of the bar; problem was, my two friends were nowhere near as drunk as I, and so they remained inside the bar, acting as reasonably good citizens (both were also 21 and slightly more experienced at bargoing/drinking in general). At some point, I was talking to them through a fence that bordered the bar's patio, and I began to get bored and frustrated with their unwillingness to leave. I picked up a nearby garbage can and threw it with as much force as I could muster...and through my drunken haze, I saw it land near the feet of a police officer. This cop had been dealing with another issue (we were in the heart of what was then a thriving nightlife district...fast forward 11 years, and it's not at all as lively as it was then), but in mere seconds I was on the ground, cuffed, and taking the short drive to the holding center. En route, the cop's partner made a flagrantly racist comment when questioning me about my night (the headlining performer at the concert I had attended was India Arie; not even going to repeat what was said), and I proceeded to spend a long 12 hours in the holding center until arraignment the next afternoon. I had serious anxiety issues at the time, and I was separated from the rest of the 'drunk tank' due to my frequent questioning about when the promised nurse visit was going to actually occur...not even sure whether or not that made matters worse. It was bound to be absolute hell regardless. My drug of choice may have been alcohol, but my prescribed medication at that time was Xanax, and so given Xanax deprivation, sleep deprivation, and the fact I was expected to sober up in jail with an unknown number of hours of waiting ahead of me...I've had a lot of terrible days in my life, but that was at least in the top 100.
That was episode 1. Revisiting that leaves me without the will to recount episode 2, heh. Good times! Alcohol does remain therapeutic--I use it differently now than I did then. Of course, I'm a different person now than I was then.
.........during the 2012 Presidential Election night, I was taking shot after shot, the stuff is like candy.
Well, when it hits, it isn't like candy. I awoke SEVERAL hours later, coming out of like a coma, and I swore off that stuff for the rest of my life.
Speaking of candy, coffee liquor comes in second. A short while ago, I was drinking that stuff like candy, my father's voice in my head about a coffee liquor is the worst hangover you can have, and throwing such caution to the wind.
Well, many hours later, I awoke to "my snake" wanting to come out. (An adventure photographer travels to Mongolia. His host takes him to dinner, the main meal is snake, they do several shot toasts to the snake, "Snake! The meal of alcoholics!" he proclaims to himself.....and several hours later, his snake is wanting to come out). After a few porclaen throne sessions and a few hours of the pillow under the tummy, I was well enough to reflect not to do that again.
It may have been the coffee liquor, or the spices in my beef, or the cheese tray and its spices, but it reminded me of the time when I was challenging a brother to who could eat the most Chinese hot sauce.....and I won. The next day when it hit me, I was in a small plane, and we had to make an "emergency" landing at an airfield short of destination.
Sweet alcohol! I may not give up all of it but I must keep in mind that it is not candy.
Downing an entire bottle of E&J in about 20 minutes. Throwing up brown liquid and feeling like total crap for about 4 days afterwards. Losing about 10lbs during that period because I couldn't eat anything. Around 1991-1992 time frame.
I had just tuned 31... broken it off with a girl, we were friends before. My friends invited her to the party, not thinking. I am not much of a drinker, but that night.. I set sail with Captain Morgan, had a few rum runners, three IRA Car Bombs, some Jager, and God knows what else. I had a leftover birthday cake, so I got a box to take it home. My buddies drove me home (not stupid) and I stumbled upstairs to my apartment. Got the door open, got inside, spun around,, put the cake box in the fridge and crashed on the couch. Apparently I drunked-dialed a different buddy, talked to him for an hour (no idea, no recollection of the phone call) and fell asleep on the couch, one foot on the floor. Woke up all sweaty, still drunk the next morning. I have never thrown up after drinking, in fact, I am going puke free for 30 years. I sat on the couch, and I see something by the front door. Looked like my cat puked... I walk over, its cake. Go to the fridge, the box is in the fridge. Seems as if the cake fell out of the box without me seeing, so I put the empty box in the fridge. I shrug it off and head for a shower. Get in the shower, but Satan was spinning the room way to fast to hold on... I grabbed the shower curtain and rod on my way down, and fall out of the shower on the floor. It hurt. A lot. Got the water off, cleaned up and headed back to bed. I have never been that bad again, not even close.
When I was in my 20's I stayed til last call, got about twenty feet from the bar, got sick and sat down hard in a shop doorway. I broke my tailbone. It hurt for over a year.
This. No offense to most in this thread, but there must be a lot of Lightweights in here, LOL. I'm 230 lbs, and I barely get a buzz after 12-15 Beers. After 20, Or So, I may start feeling pretty good, but still not Drunk.
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