The College Drinking Story Thread

[sabills]

So having lived with d4rk for a year round about college times I have a lot of good stories, but having lived with d4rk for a year around college times I remember very few of them(though Carlo Rossi is often involved...). So I'll throw this one out there.

 

It all started with what we planned to be a fairly classy evening. My friend, we'll call him A, had come over for what my wife(well, fiance at the time), him, and I called "adult night". This would involve us going over to his place, or him coming to ours, we enjoy a nice dinner and a bottle of wine and then call it a night. However...

 

I had a long write up here, but it was getting wordy, so let me sum up: We drank several beers each, then split 2 bottles of wine between the 3 of us, then, after I suggested a 'night cap' we hit the hard liquor hard, including me and A downing a glass, and I mean like a milk glass, of vodka on the way out the door as we head to a party at a friend of a friend's place a few blocks down, stop and get MORE drinks at 7-11 (he got Sparks, I got 2 deucers of Steel Reserve), and drink even more on top of that there. If you ever see me in person ask for the full story, because its great. But to go on with the main story you really only need to know a few things:

 

1. Me and A were HAMMERED. Like, the most drunk either of us have been since for sure, and possibly before. Out of our skulls.

 

2. At the time me and the wife lived on a very nice street in the elmwood village. Not on elmwood, and not 'nice' as in nottingham and middlesex nice, but definetly 'we're the least rich person on this street full of nice, young families and old retired people' nice.

 

3. After I was found evacuating the entirety of the contents of my stomach, along with possibly several vital organs, onto the lawn outside A says he'll walk me home, and does so...with my wife's keys to the apartment in hand.

 

I wake up in the morning to a call from my wife telling me I 'have to come get me and 'A' RIGHT NOW'. Terribly disoriented, I look around to find the following:

 

I am alone in the place, despite the fact that A was in the house with me at some point last night.

His shoes and shirt are in my room.

His glasses and sweatshirt are in the living room near the couch I had assumed he would be sleeping on.

 

After the call with the wife I ascertained that they were at the house of the boyfriend of her friend who, luckily, lived around the corner and who both were at the party with her and A the night before. What transpired between me falling asleep and meeting them the next day is this.

 

An hour or so after we left the party, my wife and her friend left as well. They briefly discussed the two of them just staying at the boyfriends place off the bat as it was closer. Thankfully they decided against it, because as they were walking up the house they saw a large lump on the side walk. That lump was A, shirtless, shoe-less, glasses-less, and unconscious. Had they not come home he probably would have been calling me to pick him up from the drunk tank the next morning, or he might have honestly died as it was late October and in no way warm. Apparently he had needed to vomit, but finding the bathroom occupied, the sink full, and unable to locate a garbage can, he went outside laid on the ground to do it, and then kept rolling away from the remnents and ended up on the sidewalk. They woke him up, and attempted rousing me via the doorbell or the phone, but it was pointless. These two tiny girls managed to get him to walk a block over with no shoes or shirt or glasses, right down Elmwood at about 3 in the morning.

 

This story is way better in person, and even better if you know A, as at least a couple people on this board do, but man, what a night.

[josie]

So having lived with d4rk for a year round about college times I have a lot of good stories, but having lived with d4rk for a year around college times I remember very few of them(though Carlo Rossi is often involved...). So I'll throw this one out there.

 

It all started with what we planned to be a fairly classy evening. My friend, we'll call him A, had come over for what my wife(well, fiance at the time), him, and I called "adult night". This would involve us going over to his place, or him coming to ours, we enjoy a nice dinner and a bottle of wine and then call it a night. However...

 

I had a long write up here, but it was getting wordy, so let me sum up: We drank several beers each, then split 2 bottles of wine between the 3 of us, then, after I suggested a 'night cap' we hit the hard liquor hard, including me and A downing a glass, and I mean like a milk glass, of vodka on the way out the door as we head to a party at a friend of a friend's place a few blocks down, stop and get MORE drinks at 7-11 (he got Sparks, I got 2 deucers of Steel Reserve), and drink even more on top of that there. If you ever see me in person ask for the full story, because its great. But to go on with the main story you really only need to know a few things:

 

1. Me and A were HAMMERED. Like, the most drunk either of us have been since for sure, and possibly before. Out of our skulls.

 

2. At the time me and the wife lived on a very nice street in the elmwood village. Not on elmwood, and not 'nice' as in nottingham and middlesex nice, but definetly 'we're the least rich person on this street full of nice, young families and old retired people' nice.

 

3. After I was found evacuating the entirety of the contents of my stomach, along with possibly several vital organs, onto the lawn outside A says he'll walk me home, and does so...with my wife's keys to the apartment in hand.

 

 

I wake up in the morning to a call from my wife telling me I 'have to come get me and 'A' RIGHT NOW'. Terribly disoriented, I look around to find the following:

 

I am alone in the place, despite the fact that A was in the house with me at some point last night.

His shoes and shirt are in my room.

His glasses and sweatshirt are in the living room near the couch I had assumed he would be sleeping on.

 

After the call with the wife I ascertained that they were at the house of the boyfriend of her friend who, luckily, lived around the corner and who both were at the party with her and A the night before. What transpired between me falling asleep and meeting them the next day is this.

 

An hour or so after we left the party, my wife and her friend left as well. They briefly discussed the two of them just staying at the boyfriends place off the bat as it was closer. Thankfully they decided against it, because as they were walking up the house they saw a large lump on the side walk. That lump was A, shirtless, shoe-less, glasses-less, and unconscious. Had they not come home he probably would have been calling me to pick him up from the drunk tank the next morning, or he might have honestly died as it was late October and in no way warm. Apparently he had needed to vomit, but finding the bathroom occupied, the sink full, and unable to locate a garbage can, he went outside laid on the ground to do it, and then kept rolling away from the remnents and ended up on the sidewalk. They woke him up, and attempted rousing me via the doorbell or the phone, but it was pointless. These two tiny girls managed to get him to walk a block over with no shoes or shirt or glasses, right down Elmwood at about 3 in the morning.

 

This story is way better in person, and even better if you know A, as at least a couple people on this board do, but man, what a night.

:D Reminds me of the bachelorette party for your wife. A was not involved. But my god did things happen that night. I think I was the only one to keep my underwear on the whole night. And you guys were in the woods eating corn and going to bed early.

[darksabre]

 

:D Reminds me of the bachelorette party for your wife. A was not involved. But my god did things happen that night. I think I was the only one to keep my underwear on the whole night. And you guys were in the woods eating corn and going to bed early.

 

24 corn. And two watermelon. I should tell THAT story when I'm not on my phone.

[Huckleberry]

I never really got beer pong, i mean why would you want to win that ? doesn't get played over here :P

[Andrew Amerk]

Admiral Nelson is Captain Morgan's cheaper brother.

 

Evan Williams is Jack Daniels in disguise.

[ubkev]

How many of you can say you've been physically thrown out of a strip joint? I mean feet never touched a step as the bouncer gave you the old heave ho out the front door?

 

Not a strip club, no. But I was once removed from PJ Bottoms (yup) in the same fashion.

 

Had something to do with not turning my hat around amf other general douchebaggery. Ahh college. This thread's going to be fun.

[FolignosJock]

I made the walk from Chippewa back to Buff State every thursday and friday for an entire semester. There are too many stories to tell. Plus I am looking for a job right now so I dont think they should live on the internet.

[Claude_Verret]

Way too many stories, most are either too long and/or incriminating to detail here. In regard to strip joints, I have never been kicked out of one, but I will say this.......if the walls of Maxine's and Pure Platinum could talk my friends and I would be in some deep ######.

[Sabre Dance]

I've been around for a few years (legal drinking age was still 18 when I was in college). One day, one of our late morning classes was cancelled. So, we all went to lunch early. Well, after we ate, we still had a couple of hours before our next class. So, naturally, we went to our favorite watering hole, the Rose Gardens on Wehrle. (Yes, I went to ECC North). So, we have a few beers, no big deal. Then the schnapps came out. Needless to say, by the time we got back to campus and to our afternoon class, we were fairly hammered.

As it happened, our instructor also seems to have had a "liquid lunch" since all she did was read stuff directly out of a textbook rather than actually teach. She stumbled over the words "joint disease" and it came out "doint disease". My friend and I were sitting in the very back of the classroom, right up against the cinder block wall. When my friend heard the teach say "doint disease", he started to laugh uncontrollably and he threw his head back while doing so. His head banged up against the cinder block so hard, the resulting sound (a deep "whoom") was so loud, everyone in the class spun around to see what made that noise, including the instructor.

At first, my friend's face went blank and I thought, "Oh God - he's knocked himself out!". Not so much. He then turned and looked at me and started laughing even harder! Now, the instructor was laughing as well as the rest of the class. The instructor said, "I guess I'm not the only one who drank my lunch." She closed the text book and told us that class was dismissed. She became our favorite instructor...

[Cereal]

I swore I wouldn't waste time posting my stories, as I was having lots of fun just reading. But I just HAVE to counter Sabre Dance's drunk-in-class anecdote.

 

At my university, we had classes through the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. One year on this Wednesday, I had a morning class, then three hours before a 1.5-hour Heat Transfer lecture. And, no schoolwork was going to get done during this time.

 

Well, my roommate had been disappointed in me from the previous weekend, when I had chosen to hang out with my girlfriend instead of drink with him. He thus drank alone.

 

So on this Wednesday, during that break between classes, I shotgunned eleven beers in 55 minutes while he watched, and then stammered over to campus for class. I, too, erupted in hysterical laughter for a time during the lecture, and I tried really hard to take notes, which ended up being gigantic scribbles for at least a dozen pages. Halfway through, the professor gave us a quick break, and my friends packed me up and sent me home. That's right, they just sent me happily on my way.

 

This is all fuzzy, but I vividly recall stopping in my tracks right at the main entrance to the academic mall, and puking up what seemed like gallons upon gallons of straight liquid, EVERYWHERE. Everyone stops to watch and judge. One professor who witnessed this scene questioned if I was ok, and I began trying to book it home on foot, as fast as a wasted young man could. He definitely follow me at least halfway, to make sure I didn't get run over in traffic.

 

I woke up late that evening in my apartment with outlines of animal crackers drawn all over my face, and everyone had left town for the holiday.

 

Edit: I don't think this is really my BEST story, but an easy one to quickly write. Let's keep 'em comin'! Great thread topic :D

[dEnnis the Menace]

my second year of college, I shared a townhouse with 3 other guys. 2 guys got their own rooms, and I shared a room with a friend from freshman year. Well, said rommate had a girlfriend who didn't enjoy her living situation, so 6 out of 7 nights a week they would spend the night at our apartment, and at least 4 out of those 6 nights was spent doing the dirty, and at times shortly after I fell asleep (there were several times where I woke up and just walked out of the room flipping them off). Well, after arranging to have all of my stuff moved out, I decided I would get the last laugh. Knowing that they were planning on leaving a party we were all going to together early so they could get home early, I waited and decided I would do power hour shots with a few other friends, then head home, and hopefully in drunken stupper, ruin their moment.

 

Well it worked A LOT better than planned. After doing 17 shots of Southern Comfort, and another 2 shots of parrot bay rum, and then shooting a budweiser, I was absolutely the drunkest I have been and ever will be. I was carried home by two of my guy friends, got home, walked up the stairs, and just burst into the room like I was Batman on a quest to find the Joker. There was no denying that I was on a mission.

 

I not only interrupted them so rudely, but as I went to speak to them, I in turn began to projectile vomit...everywhere...like an oscillating fan. Worst. Feeling. Ever. They decide to now be nice and escort me to the shower, where I in turn...vomit all over again. I left a trail of nastyness from one end of our apartment to another. They felt compelled to clean up. I cleaned myself up...slowly.

 

The next morning at 10am, still drunk mind you, I called my best friend to come over, requesting that she bring green tea and cleaning supplies for me to use around my bed. I questioned why she was at my door ten minutes later. :oops:

 

Two weeks later I moved out, with the help of some people I worked with. took ten minutes flat to take everything out of the apartment that was mine with 10 guys (that includes the dining room table, two coaches, a chair, among other furniture). A month later and the old roommate texted me saying he was still cleaning the rug weekly because his girlfriend could "still smell it", and a year later, he found puke on the backside of his desk when he finally moved out. Thus concluding my best worst night ever.

[Claude_Verret]

Did anyone else use the old dorm party trick of keeping the keg on ice in the locked and empty room next door and simply snaking the hose tap of the keg through the common wall outlet shared between the party room and the keg room? When and if the RA/RD came knocking we would often lose what we had in our cups, but the precious keg would be kept safe and sound.

[Taro T]

:lol:

 

Man, this board has a lot of lushes! ;)

[dEnnis the Menace]

Did anyone else use the old dorm party trick of keeping the keg on ice in the locked and empty room next door and simply snaking the hose tap of the keg through the common wall outlet shared between the party room and the keg room? When and if the RA/RD came knocking we would often lose what we had in our cups, but the precious keg would be kept safe and sound.

 

Damn! never thought of that. The idea would've kept my floor out of trouble a few times :angel: We never lost a keg, but we got caught several times by our RA with alcohol on our floor.

[Claude_Verret]

Damn! never thought of that. The idea would've kept my floor out of trouble a few times :angel: We never lost a keg, but we got caught several times by our RA with alcohol on our floor.

 

We were in a unique situation since our floor was at ground level. Kegs could come and go through the large windows to our rooms that emptied out into a not so well lit access road. My roommate and I got into a bit of trouble (non drinking related) that required our RD to personally deliver us a 'summons' to appear in front of a university board for punishment. He was unable to deliver said documents for weeks, thereby allowing us to miss our originally scheduled appearance date, as we would simply leave through the window whenever he knocked on our door. He eventually figured it out and had the RA knock on our door saying that he had the documents, but there was the RD waiting for us when we were climbing out the window. :lol:

[Ghost of Dwight Drane]

Our RA was banging one of the 18yo girls in the quad, so we pretty much had full reign....

[ubkev]

 

 

Damn! never thought of that. The idea would've kept my floor out of trouble a few times :angel: We never lost a keg, but we got caught several times by our RA with alcohol on our floor.

 

My RA was on the payroll, so to speak. I was sleeping with her all of sophomore year. Gotta love having a cute geeky RA who's into you. That guarantees that a party never gets broken up! However me, being the Casanova that I am, I almost blew that in spectacular fashion one evening while bowling with pretty much the whole floor and a bottle of Bacardi Raz to myself.

I don't remember much, but there are tales of me sliding down the lanes into the gutter and not so sneakily chugging my bottle of bitch liquor out of my jacket pocket. The night ended with some drunken belligerent rambling, me throwing up out the window of my buddies blazer and my roommate (6'3" 305lbs) slapping the ever loving ###### out of me. I woke up around 6 the next evening, cleaned my buddies car and shamefully hid in my room for a while.

 

Seriously, what makes kids think they can drink a whole bottle of anything at 19 years old? Nowadays when I feel like taking down a bottle, its scotch and I have the good sense to be alone in my cave with no way to communicate with anyone!

[Iron Crotch]

Anyone sleep with one (or more) of their professors?

[dEnnis the Menace]

Anyone sleep with one (or more) of their professors?

 

At RIT...I don't remember any particularly good looking professors in the engineering building. RAs on the other hand :angel:

[Eleven]

You all would have loved me as your RA. I was an active participant in most shenanigans, always let the floor know when I was going to be away for the night, and once got transferred to the "international floor" for a semester because I got caught chipping in for the keg. The smell of kimchi on a nightly basis was enough to keep me from doing that again.

[ubkev]

You all would have loved me as your RA. I was an active participant in most shenanigans, always let the floor know when I was going to be away for the night, and once got transferred to the "international floor" for a semester because I got caught chipping in for the keg. The smell of kimchi on a nightly basis was enough to keep me from doing that again.

 

Haha I lived on the international floor my sophomore year!! By international they meant NYC African american. It was our floor and one above us. There was one Indian kid, 15 black girls, 15 black guys. The only white kids on the floor were myself the RA and the SA.

 

The SA was 21 and cool enough to buy pretty much all our booze all year long. And I already covered the RA situation. That was a fantastic year. Learned how to make an incredible hulk and I still have a strong affinity towards Olde English 800.

[WildCard]

Too many stories to write up right now, and more in the making, but some of these awesome stories have stirred up some memories....

 

Be me, in Canada last year with my brother and his friends for his birthday. Pre-game wayyy too long at the hotel, then decide ###### it, we're gonna wear the 70's apparel over to Canada we brought. I'm talking leisure suites, bell bottoms, nice shoes, a fedora, etc. Shotgunned more beers on the walk, got through customs (I still don't know how), then went straight to the bars. There's 14 of us, so we looked like something out of Boogie Nights, but everyone we met that night loved the outfits. Even got to meet a Mounty who was unbelievably nice considering how drunk we were. Then again, he was sitting at the bar hitting on two women so I'm not sure he could talk. Met some Irish and English guys who immediatly demanded shots of whiskey, then the night got weird.

 

Went from there to a pretty prominent, strip club (something like "Mittens" maybe?). My first time, my brother hooks me up with a few dances, and then a bunch of us got too rowdy and did some things that no one woke up proud of afterwords. The best was that one of the girls we were with (beautiful chick really, but loves to drink), decided she could dance better, and got on stage and proceeded to strip and make out with the strippers. That was great

 

Went to the casino, blew all of my money (or what was left) and started asking the employees how much monopoly money we could bet (our name for Canadian currency cause it's so colorful and awesome). Threw down $100 on a random roulette, lost, and puked in my breakfast at I-hop latter. On the way back through customs, someone starts a "USA!, USA!" chant. The officers are not pleased, and escort us out very quickly.

 

Woke up wearing nothing but my and boxers coat as pants, one leg in each coat hole, and most of it unzipped. Went with $400, came back with $0.

 

Going back this year, cannot wait. I love the Great White North :beer:

[ROC Sabres]

Can't believe this site is still up/active but this was one of my better stories (I didn't get arrested).

 

http://ritriot.tripod.com/

[Ghost of Dwight Drane]

Ok....pretty much we have, puking inside a corpse.....and then everyone else....

 

Someone needs to step up the game here.

[IKnowPhysics]

Lots of stories that are dear to me.

 

"The time the (suspected) lesbian police officer busted our dorm party while were watching lesbian porn at max volume."

"The time I shot my friend in the gums with the airsoft shotgun."

"The time we had a GT race around Wegmans in the electric scooters."

"The time we forced my friend to eat as many Hungry Man breakfasts as he could."

"The time we had a skirt party that ended up a skinny dipping party at a public city park."

"The time I discovered the light switches to bathroom at the bar were outside the bathroom at the bar."

"The time we burned down the dumpster."

"The time we made farm animal noises while we ###### to mess with my roommates who were also ######...in the same room."

"The time I barfed on the the bus."

"The time I barfed on the the train."

"The time I swore to Little Baby Jesus I didn't barf in the kitchen sink."

"The time we rode bikes to the lake."

"The time we rode bikes across the lake."

"The time I got pepper sprayed at Halloween."

"The time I didn't get pepper sprayed at Halloween."

"The time we went skinny dipping at the Super 8."

"The time we took a limo to a bar and were too drunk to enter the bar."

"The time we went to Philadelphia."

"The time I got a beej at a friend's house."

"The time I got a beej at Einstein's house."

"The time we invented the best drinking game ever: High Card Drinks."

 

 

There's more I can't/shouldn't try to remember at the moment.