Humiliating alcohol-related blackouts

I was so drunk one night returning from a friend's bday party. It was late about 3 am. It was snowing outside and very slippery with the ice. Upon returning home, I had a lot of struggle with the keys and opening my front door. Amidst the struggle I fell and landed spread legged right at my front door. I was so embarassed, scared the neighbours might see me so I rushed inside and pushed the door close.

The next day I woke up to find my door open ajar, with blowing snow all gathered inside my house and the key had broken off in the key lock with part of the key stuck in the keyhole.

Lawd, it was a fucking nibghtmare for me the next day, trying to find a locksmith, the expense and processing in my head how the FUCK I let this happen to me.

It's not so much telling me as discovering the next day...

That I puked in the bathtub while going pee, that I puked in a box while going pee while another person puked in the box at the same time as me, that I projectile vomited all across a friend's bathroom mirror, etc...

none. I drink a lot but I always remember.

A one night stand, I guess it was rough because I had cuts and blood all over my knees. When I woke up, I scurried out of the house so fast, I didnt' notice till I got home. Must have bled on his sheets.

Not as much humiliating as terrifying. Waking up naked in a bathhouse with evidence that I had been highly social the night before. Waiting for the HIV test to come back was excruciating - luckily it came back negative.

Did get me to quit drinking.

Apparently I once very loudly maintained while drunk that I could beat anybody in an omelette-making competition, "any category- salsa omelettes, European omelettes, freestyle omelettes...". I still don't know what I meant by "freestyle omelettes".

Alcohol blackouts are a warning sign you're an alcoholic.

Long story short, nine months later, Trig was born.

freestyle omelettes... Lol

I got a good laugh at that one too, r9.

Pissed the bed, and I was not alone.

Climbed a 40 foot monolithic sculpture outside a very famous church.

Broke into the concession counter at a Rocky Horror late night picture showing.

Took a taxi from Toronto to Montreal, not humiliating but impulsive and very expensive.

Went home with a guy,(trick) and left his bed to fuck his roommate.

Family reunion. Bunch of people I hardly ever saw. My cousin brought his scorching football player roommate from college.

I really don't know what I exactly did (one of those "we don't talk about things like that" families). Whatever it was (lap dance? rubbing his ass while in line for burgers?) no further coming out speech was required.

I peed my pants after getting horribly wasted on whiskey at Epcot center. I was escorted from the theme park by security. I believe the drunkeness took place in the olde medieval style english village.

top that, Datalounge.

Holy shit, I love the freestyle omelets, can this be a "thing" like bred pudding or margarine fountains?

OH God....why do you make us all remember, OP! Damn you to hell!

Many years ago I had an uproarious fun night with a guy I used to screw around with when he was in town. I was drinking red wine. I should never drink red wine.

Well, I woke up in the night to this pungent, acrid smell and my ass was ice cold.

I had taken a diarrhea shit in his bed in the middle of the night without realizing it. I was so embarassed.

There were showers for the sheets, showers for me, laundry started, new sheets-----god almighty I wanted to die.

He never called back. I can't blame him.

yuck r16

R13, you have to find out.

R16,

You win.

I woke up from a blackout in the midst of a threesome.

I awoke in jail with zero recollection of how I got there. I was arrested for being drunk in public. Have not had a drink in many years now. If you black out, YOU are an alcoholic and you need to get help.

R13, why would your cousin bring his roommate - or should i say "roommate"? - to a family function? here are mine: punked at my mothers feet at sunday dinner, missed the dog only by a few inches. puked in my own bed. had a one night stand to get back at my ex and felt like shit. i quit drinking, btw.

In college, I apparently walked into another dorm room where some guys were playing cards and pissed in their garbage can. I them proceeded back to my room and bed all without saying a word...

When I lived in Manhattan after a very drunk bender, I awoke in bed with two black transvestites - in Crown Heights. No idea where I met them or how we got to their apt.

You guys puke a lot. You're also alkies.

I didn't know blacking out meant you were an alcoholic! I've never drunk huge quantities but used to drink nearly every day/night when I was a student and for several years after that. My girlfriend told me that drinking every day, even in small quantities, meant I had an alcohol problem. I stopped drinking almost overnight when I turned 30. Now I drink maybe 3-4 times a year, and never much (I never was a big drinker anyway).

And I did black out once and was thrown out of the bar because of that. I had no idea this meant I was an alcoholic even then.

This thread makes it around DL a couple of times a year for over a decade now, always great for a laugh. There have been some hilarious ones.

Does ANYONE here remember the guy who said he was wasted drunk and fell over his friend's backyard fence into the neighbor's yard, yelling, "JOIN THE PARTY!" It's out of context, I'm sure, but it was hilarious.

As for me, I've mentioned this before. It was the mid-90's in Dallas and I was drunk, drunk, drunk at my new housemate's Labor Day party, poolside. Everyone else was being a 'normal' drunk, guzzling beer and watching the Cowboys on tv. Not me. I was in charge of tending the grill, which was loaded with meats and nearly finished.

Two bottles of white Zinfandel in, I was dancing wildly around the pool and grill to Hootie & the Blowfish's "Hold My Hand" when I bumped my big ass into the hot grill, screamed, and knocked the whole damn thing into the pool, meat and all. Then me next. It is THE most embarrassing drunk I've ever had. I don't remember anything after falling in, but I presume I was put to bed.

R27, thank you, so funny!! Hootie was the worst!!

Passed out while a trick was sitting on my face.

I have also been sober for many years.

[quote]Passed out while a trick was sitting on my face.

Luckily not R16.

I've passed out many times while getting head. Luckily, only once or twice giving it.

Believe me, you haven't lived until you've woken up with a cock hanging out the side of your mouth at 4 a.m.

r23, sounds more like sleepwalking to me.

I'd be terrified of waking up one morning with that ashy taste in my mouth and my ass hurting like mad (another gang bang? damn, what are the opening hours of my local free health clinic? Hopefully I don't caught something nasty).

My BF and I were in the process of moving to a different city. He moved first with his new job and to buy a house and so on. I stayed behind for a few months to tie up loose ends.

During this time I had a night on the town with a bunch of straight and lesbian female friends. We started with drinks, then dinner and drinks, then ended up at a club to dance ... and drink. It was a fun night and we all drunkenly hugged before we made our separate ways home at around 2:00 A.M.. I decided to walk.

It was a quiet wintery night and the snow was coming down lightly. As I walked home through the streets I began to feel sorry for myself that I was going home to en empty apartment. I missed my BF. I started to get teary. Then I began to sob. Then I began to wail. Then I began to scream, "I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE!!! WWWAAAAHHHH!!!!!"

I kept up my meltdown until I reached my building. I vaguely remember people crossing the street to avoid me. I was a blubbering mess as I made my way up to my empty apartment. I undressed, fell into bed and passed out until the next day.

Gurl.... you peed on yourself last night.

R33, That is quite a detailed account for someone in a blackout. Who was there to tell you what you were doing?

r7 that and could be a sign that a person had been molested at some point in their life.

lol

Freestyle omelette has me crying over here!

I was living in Washington DC and having drinks with friends at this kind of trashy area near the Waterfront, which is full of completely touristy bars. But the view is nice. Anyway, I proceeded to throw down way too many vodka tonics and REALLY had to pee. I decided that, instead of trying to find a bathroom, I'd just urinate behind a tree. The next thing I remember, I'm in a cab with a friend, and my pants are totally covered in urine...apparently I'd hidden behind the tree to urinate and forgotten to unzip. The whole cab reeks of piss and my friend is telling me that the entire bar watched me do it.

I wear a diaper to bars now.

The morning after my friends' wedding, I woke up in my hotel room (within walking distance of the reception) with no recollection of how I got there.

Turns out that after drinking with the wedding party all day (starting with pre-ceremony champagne and continuing through dinner), I started slam-dancing at the reception, told the mother of the groom she was hot five times, stuck my hand down the groom's pants, got into a fistfight with a wedding guest nobody liked and then just disappeared.

I spent the morning on the bathroom floor vomiting into the shower.

I have not had a drink since.

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Two stories:

1) I rarely drink, but add two broken ribs to R21's tale and you've got one of mine. I made the mistake of letting a college kid talk me into "doing a couple of shots." I subsequently blacked out the next 10 hours, including being shuffled into a taxi home, apparently ordering the taxi to instead take me to another bar, at some point falling over *very* hard and breaking said ribs, and being stopped by a police officer. I was incoherent enough that I couldn't even tell him my address, and was booked for public intoxication. I woke up at 8am the next morning, in jail and with no memory of the previous night after 10pm or so.

2) In college some friends of mine and I drove up to visit a high school friend at Princeton. He and his roommate shared a charming on-campus apartment, and I crashed on the couch. On my last night there, I drank the majority of a 100-proof bottle of Southern Comfort. During the night I was slapped no less than three times by women I was attempting to pick up (I was still closeted at the time), passed out for quite some time in about a foot of snow, awoke after passing out a second time to find myself in an eating-house coat closet watching a (straight) couple get to third base, and then finally awoke the next morning to find my blanket and my friend's couch covered in vomit. I remember only the waking-up parts of the evening. Horrified, I left him a note (this was pre-Internet) and got the fuck out of there. My karmic payback was having to drive 400 miles home on a snowy I-95 with one of my worst hangovers ever.

I bow to you, R42.

Waking up having no recollection of having thrown up all over myself; my friends had run me and my bedding through the dorm shower as best they could. Of course, I was to fly home later that day (that I woke up). I was told, "You spoke a lot in Spanish (I am WASP not Latino), and we were curious what you were saying!" Sorry, guys, but if I can't remember the incident, we're ALL out of luck!

I sang Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" to myself. In front of everyone.

Do you still drink, R42?

Had to be driven home by a guy I had only just met and I threw up -- explosively -- all down the side of the car. Hanging my head out the window and making horrible retching noises. He was so nice to me and made sure I was OK and didn't take advantage of me.

It was my car, and the next day I had to go out and hose it down. I have no garage, so if any of the neighbors were out, they must've seen the mess. Ick.

I'm so glad I don't drink anymore. These stories are a testament to not drinking.

My brother-in-law and I were out drinking tequila shots one time in a bar, and when I came to I had just finished blowing him at his and my sister's house and she was driving up the driveway. It took me a while to figure out he had manipulated the whole thing. Asshole.

What do you mean by manipulated? Are you saying he got you drunk and had you blow him or that he got you drunk and made you THINK that you'd blown him?

I came out of a black out in a 7-11, in nothing but my underwear, holding two six packs of beer. The cashier knew me and had this WTF look on her face which clued me in to the fact that I was practically naked trying to by beer...not to mention there was a crowd of people staring at me. I left quickly but, when I made it home some guy was in my bed asking me where the beer was.

R50, I mean my brother-in-law had subtly hit on me in the past, and was a big drinker. I wasn't. I turned him down as far as sex and told him off as well - I was living a more bi life at the time, not that that means much here. He was into sexual humiliation and control games. So, in effect, he got me drunk and had me blow him. I was blind drunk and have no recollection of anything until he was ejaculating in my mouth. For all I know he put something in my drinks or the water I had on the side - I wouldn't put anything past him.

Got it?

I didn't know how bad he was until then, and found out he had been pulling pretty bad shit on my sister. She left him, finally. She never found out about what happened with me - I just kept talking about the other things he did to humiliate her and belittle her.

op = steubenville rape defender

lol, R51

I blacked out five times between the age of 16 and 18. Lets just say it's a good thing I don't remember. I've been told a lot of stuff, and yeah..

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Early 20s, first time I drank vodka, out with friends, drank from the bottle. Blacked out and vomited in a cab. Woke up in bed the next day with two men. I never drank vodka again, can't stand it.

Unfortunately, I never blackout and remember every detail of every time I've been piss drunk.

So at my frat’s annual pajama party, my date (a girl) and I decide we’ll wear each others pajamas: she wears the hospital scrubs I wear to bed and I wear her night gown (I know: “MARY!”) Anyway, we start out drinking punch make with Kool Aid and Everclear (190-proof). After a few glasses of that, I proceed to start pulling everybody’s pajama bottoms done (no doubt trying to get a look at some fratboy peen). Well, the evening progresses and I keep on drinking. I somehow manage to get my date back to her dorm where she passes out– and come back to the frat house and continue to drink. That’s all I remember. I wake up the next morning on the floor of the head (bathroom), naked, wedged between the commode and the wall. We didn’t have walls around the stalls – just “open seating,” as it were...I’ve got vomit all over me (I evidently missed the commode when I puked) and I’m laying in a cold pool of puke. I manage to get myself unwedged and fall into the shower stall (also open) and clean myself up a bit. My head hurt so much I thought it was going to explode (a la Scanners) my cotton-mouth felt like I’d swallowed a couple of pillows. I later find out that I passed out on the dance floor and was carried upstairs and put in my bed – in which I promptly puked my guts out. When my roommate found me in my bed full of puke, he got me out of my bed, cleaned me up and put be in his bed – and he went back to the party. When he came back an hour or two later, I had puked in his bed, too, so he stripped me, took me to the head, and left me there.

Going down on two women.

Recovering hardcore alcoholic here. Too many weird stories to tell, but one mild aspect of blackout me for a while was that I used to speak very passable French when sober me would have a very difficult time putting together a sentence. Think drunk Penny Hartz speaking Italian on Happy Endings. Really bizarrre, but impressed a lot of fellow barflies and the rare native French speaker in my university town. Also, let me just say that while blacking out regularly is dangerous, unhealthy, and scary, I thank goodness for hilarious blackout stories that make AA meetings a hoot.

Ouch r16. I remember the worst worst things I did.

The blackouts are mostly mean/desperate/depressed text messages. I don’t know what I said, and I don’t want to know. Most of those people stopped talking to me, and I can’t blame them.

Alcoholism sucks.

For me, mean or overly emotional text messages. And then, just before I quit drinking, I started deleting text messages so I wouldn't be embarrassed by them in the morning, so then I'd have no idea what I sent anybody or why people were mad at me.

Fuck you.

Puked all over my neighbours bathroom,

I talked about having an exorcism as a child and people believed me.

My wife and I got drunk at a Christmas party, the next day our daughter was kidnapped and murdered.

I have reviewed this old thread and I haven’t blabbed yet...I was worried I might - during a blackout.

I forgot to drop anchor.

Da. Amerikkkans drink better than us.

If I don’t remember it, it didn’t happen.

Summer 1972: Passed out in the bushes in front of Marsh Chapel at BU. Came to and was pulling myself from said bushes as people were arriving for Sunday services. Full disclosure: I have been sober since 1981.

Nine years of drinking after your adventure, r75.....sounds about right.

I've never blacked out while drinking. Does that mean I haven't drunk enough or that I just don't black out?

I celebrated winning the presidency

I was at a massive corporate holiday party with multiple DJs and dance floors. By 11pm, the caterers had run out of everything except Kettle One and ice. Things got raucous and wild, everyone was hammered. The last thing I remember was two women flirting with me. I woke up in the back of my SUV, wearing only my shirt and underwear. I reached down to the floor to get my pants, and grabbed a bra instead.

R27 I like the “Hold My Hand” detail.

While blacked out at a department holiday party, (We worked in a bank.) I made a pass at a male co-worker. I was very closeted at that time. Another co-worker filled me in on the details the next day. This is after I woke up in my guest room bed covered in vomit. Why I decided to not sleep in my own bed I'll never know.

Last night I drank too much and got a little faint, broke out in a panicky sweat. My partner had to fan me with a magazine until it passed. I was half-seriously mumbling, do I have the coronavirus?

Blaming my drunken state on the coronavirus, what a drama queen I am.

*cringe* R81, I hate it for you. Did you have to keep working with him long after that?

a (female) friend of mine invited me to a get together with her coworkers at her house, to play cards & drink. I just met all these people for the first time. Long story short, I blacked out while taking a shit, and one of her male coworkers had to come into the bathroom to wake me up.

you took a shit in some stranger's house? wtf

A few over the years.... but one time I took a cab home and realized my house key was in my car. I had the taxi take me to a hotel. The area has multiple hotels/ fast food etc. anyway I check in and decided I was hungry so out to eat I go- across the 8 lanes of traffic. Then I came back to my hotel and my key doesn’t work — front desk etc. I think I get new key. Turns out the next day I realize I had rooms at both the Comfort inn and the Hilton. Expensive night!

When I'm absolutely potted, I speak pleasant, soft academic German, and then during the forgotten hours, apparently I speak the most vulgar, verlan French of the ouvrier Gen Z variety.