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OK...I'll play....Yes, I know an obnoxious drunk... my ex husband who lives in Maine. I have more drunk stories probably than most because I don't think in the 12 years I was married to him he drew one sober breath! So...hang on to your seatbelts...here we go!!
The ex use to love to go to this bar in Houlton, Maine called "The Pub"...,.he would sit there and totally blasted and his fellow drunks would take him home with them or he would find some drunk chick to spend the night with. Well, one night he decides to go higher class and he ends up at a bar called "The Northland Hotel"...nicer, dancing, partying. The owner calls me at about midnight and says, "Can you come out here and get your husband"....I say...NO...he is your problem. She then says, "He is sitting on the floor drunk and obnoxious and I am going to have him arrested". Reluctantly, I decide to go get him, have to find a sitter at 12 midnight, it is well below zero outside and cold and all I have to drive is a ton pickup with a flatbed..only a hand brake..no real brakes.
So, off I go out to Houlton to pickup my drunk. When I get there, some guys have him outside, he is being beligerant, loud, obnoxious...and I say to them..."No he isn't coming inside here where it is warm to drive me nuts, put him on the flatbed". They look at me like I am nuts. I got out of the truck and supervised them putting him on the back of the truck and "hooking him up" with some pulp chains I had on there. Off we go, bouncing and banging over 17 miles of unlit secondary road to our house and I could have cared less if this drunk had frozen....wasn't worried...he was well pickled.
We get home, I jump up on back of the truck and unhook him...he is now passed out, frost all over his beard, mustache, beer bottle in his hand..don't know where that came from. I went in and found an old blanket, covered him up...and that was that.
I heard him come into the house cussing and swearing at maybe 3 or 4 am...but he didn't come near me. Probably had no clue how he even get home. He crashed on the couch and when he finally did wake up, he immediately ran for the fridge for a little "hair that bit the dog" and we were off and running again.
Actually, for me it's weed. It makes me mean, so I had no trouble laying off the whacky-tobbacy once I realized it. But getting usually makes me pass out. Maybe giddy, depending on where I'm at, but never obnoxious.
I haven't drunk to excess in several years. The last time I did was at a church fundraiser, of all things. We had such a good time that we all skeddadled to the swank restaurant down the street. When we got there, several of the people told the hostess that I was running for Senator and that they were looking for a place to announce my election bid. The hostess gave me her card, and people in the bar area were all asking me what my platform would be. By the time the evening was done, several total strangers had signed on to join my election committee, writing their names, numbers, and e-mail addresses onto a piece of paper. I'm not sure how obnoxious that was, so I would guess that I'm happy under the influence.
My brother-in-law, on the other hand, is a belligerant drunk. We had our annual Christmas party about twelve years ago. A client of mine came who is a good guy, but a really dapper dresser. My BIL for some reason took an instant loathing to the guy and told me that he was going to throw him out of my house. Over my dead body, I replied. Mind you, my BIL is five inches taller than me and outweighs me by about sixty pounds. My wife retrieved her SIL to drag him out of there.
I've never been "drunk" in my life because it is just not safe plus hangovers are terrible from what I have heard. But one time when I was younger and I was drinking at a party I started getting snarky and making fun of people that I thought weren't being friendly to me. Ha ha it was really funny to me, and I was laughing at my own jokes and starting silly gossip about people. Great times!
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Originally Posted by PassTheChocolate
I was out last night with some peeps and, as I sit here hanging over, I remember one gal who was just so obnoxious she had to be escorted out of the bar. Bad enough with a guy, but DAYUM. She was too much.
If you have ever had too much to drink, would you say you were/are a happy, tolerable drinker or a PITA (pain in the arse) drunk?
I've never been "drunk" in my life because it is just not safe plus hangovers are terrible from what I have heard. But one time when I was younger and I was drinking at a party I started getting snarky and making fun of people that I thought weren't being friendly to me. Ha ha It was funny to me, and I was laughing at my own jokes and starting silly gossip. Great times!
Well, you know what they say. In vino veritas.
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Now, I rarely drink but when I do, I'm a dancing fool. 
