The dreaded thought of what you did last night

beco2010

Im wondering how many wake up after the quick one. you know that one pint you go out for only to find your out till 3 in the morn stinking drunk and falling around as you make your way home. but thats not all the thought of what you cant remember doing last night and the flash backs. iv had many and would like to know if im alone on this

pragmatic1

Psst. Everyone knows what you done and they're all out to get you. Watch your back.

beco2010

pragmatic1 wrote: »

Psst. Everyone knows what you done and they're all out to get you. Watch your back.

i wash my back every day does this count as watching it :cool:

xzanti

Ah, the fear

mikemac1

Ah, sitting on the couch on Saturday afternoon and crying

And dreaming up horrible scenarios when you have to face your co-workers on Monday morning

Bad times

Immaculate Pasta

Aah the old going out for a few and waking up with a ruined life. Been there many a time my friend :cool:

IM0

finally plucked up the courage to bury her in the garden

DEFTLEFTHAND

Ah yeah its not a nice feeling at all, I usually avoid all social contact on Sundays for fear of somebody ringing me up to tell me of some atrocity I've committed the night before.

It happens on boards as well when your drunk posting, its always a cringe inducing moment the next morning when you check up the kinda of rubbish you were posting the night before.

craggles

THE FEAR!

beco2010

ill give an example out one night meet this classy girl end up try ta do the wild thang in the middle of the dance floor. my wet spagatti not working well get draged outside. next morning start getting the flash backs of my man hood on show as im walking out FORGETTING TO PUT MY BITS BACK IN .in bed trying to think did anyone see me

DEFTLEFTHAND

beco2010 wrote: »

ill give an example out one night meet this classy girl end up try ta do the wild thang in the middle of the dance floor. my wet spagatti not working well get draged outside. next morning start getting the flash backs of my man hood on show as im walking out FORGETTING TO PUT MY BITS BACK IN .in bed trying to think did anyone see me

Jesus H Christ. :eek::D

later12

Best captured by the facebook group...

Can you remember coming home? Are you serious, i can't even remember going out.

pragmatic1

beco2010 wrote: »

ill give an example out one night meet this classy girl end up try ta do the wild thang in the middle of the dance floor. my wet spagatti not working well get draged outside. next morning start getting the flash backs of my man hood on show as im walking out FORGETTING TO PUT MY BITS BACK IN .in bed trying to think did anyone see me

Thats not the fear. That legitimate terror.

Immaculate Pasta

pragmatic1 wrote: »

Thats not the fear. That legitimate terror.

Indeed. If anyone reports it, you could also get done for indecent exposure as well :cool:

beco2010

pragmatic1 wrote: »

Thats not the fear. That legitimate terror.

I laf in the face of terror untill im sober

subway

later12 wrote: »

Best captured by the facebook group...

Can you remember coming home? Are you serious, i can't even remember going out.

wtf is this ****???

later12

er, the name of a group that might reflect commonly held experiences of alcohol related memory loss...

subway

I take it you didn't look at their actual page? Other than the funny title, it's nothing to do with the thread...
unless you beat your wife or kill deformed children but can't remember it?

Gummy Panda

The fear is one of the reasons I rarely drink these days

Snowie

yeah last weekend i went a bit nuts i had the fear all day monday..

castletownman

Nothing worse than waking up the next morning and checking your sent messages folder on your phone only to see messages you don't remember sending. Oh gawd, the amount of ridiculous stuff my loose fingers have texted to random women throughout the years!

In fact someone should invent an app that prevents drunken texts being sent

Snowie

castletownman wrote: »

Nothing worse than waking up the next morning and checking your sent messages folder on your phone only to see messages you don't remember sending. Oh gawd, the amount of ridiculous stuff my loose fingers have texted to random women throughout the years!

In fact someone should invent an app that prevents drunken texts being sent

there already is :pac:




declared my love threw an email one night :pac:

Princess Peach

I got a bit sad the other day that is has been aaaagges since I had a blackout. Used to be at least a weekly occurrence for me!

Now I'm old and sensible and know when to stop. Feel ancient.

Funny times though. I'd wake up covered in bruises. Or this other time I woke up with an afro wig and a pair of rose tinted glasses on me. Witches hat another time. Or there was a time when I had a collection of plastic animals in my pocket.

Ahhh youth :pac:

castletownman

Princess Peach wrote: »

I got a bit sad the other day that is has been aaaagges since I had a blackout. Used to be at least a weekly occurrence for me!

Now I'm old and sensible and know when to stop. Feel ancient.

Funny times though. I'd wake up covered in bruises. Or this other time I woke up with an afro wig and a pair of rose tinted glasses on me. Witches hat another time. Or there was a time when I had a collection of plastic animals in my pocket.

Ahhh youth :pac:

I woke up once wearing a pink cowboy hat, with a whistle around my neck and a rose in my front pocket! And I was only drinking in my local!:o

mattjack

beco2010 wrote: »

ill give an example out one night meet this classy girl end up try ta do the wild thang in the middle of the dance floor. my wet spagatti not working well get draged outside. next morning start getting the flash backs of my man hood on show as im walking out FORGETTING TO PUT MY BITS BACK IN .in bed trying to think did anyone see me

A classy girl in Cork ? Must have been a tourist or a freelance hooker.

Mickey Dazzler

the fear the fear the fear.

votecounts

mattjack wrote: »

A classy girl in Cork ? Must have been a tourist or a freelance hooker.

Well if it was a dublin classy girl, it would have to be a transexual:D

herisson

ah the fear.....a regular occurance for me!

waking up with many an item in my room......a mans shoe, ashtrays, traffic cones, street signs and wonder wtf did i do??!!

or waking up in random places like a bush across from your friends house or sometimes casually waking up sprawled out the couch or in one particular bad case not even making it in and passing out at the front door

also waking up with a messy room and with clothes you dont own......

i am a classy classy burd!!

good thing i dont drink that much anymore.....well til my exams are over

mickrock

Princess Peach wrote: »

Funny times though. I'd wake up covered in bruises. Or this other time I woke up with an afro wig and a pair of rose tinted glasses on me. Witches hat another time. Or there was a time when I had a collection of plastic animals in my pocket.

Are you sure you still haven't the rose tinted glasses on?

JupiterKid

beco2010 wrote: »

ill give an example out one night meet this classy girl end up try ta do the wild thang in the middle of the dance floor. my wet spagatti not working well get draged outside. next morning start getting the flash backs of my man hood on show as im walking out FORGETTING TO PUT MY BITS BACK IN .in bed trying to think did anyone see me

If the woman in question was genuinely classy she wouldn't be letting you try to ride her on the dance floor.

Phoenix Park

beco2010 wrote: »

ill give an example out one night meet this classy girl end up try ta do the wild thang in the middle of the dance floor. my wet spagatti not working well get draged outside. next morning start getting the flash backs of my man hood on show as im walking out FORGETTING TO PUT MY BITS BACK IN .in bed trying to think did anyone see me

WHAT. THE. FUUUCK :eek:

beco2010

JupiterKid wrote: »

If the woman in question was genuinely classy she wouldn't be letting you try to ride her on the dance floor.

you must be in a different class.

Giselle

I'm happy I don't drink.

glad to say i've never experienced this

ColeTrain

bluewolf wrote: »

glad to say i've never experienced this

You haven't drank enough then!
It's a terrible feeling and would nearly put one off drink.

LaminatorSGL

Often I've woken up, remembering everything.

Sometimes the shame is a lot worse than the fear.

TrixIrl

castletownman wrote: »

Nothing worse than waking up the next morning and checking your sent messages folder on your phone only to see messages you don't remember sending. Oh gawd, the amount of ridiculous stuff my loose fingers have texted to random women throughout the years!

In fact someone should invent an app that prevents drunken texts being sent

Drunk me is a f*ckin c*nt.... She deletes my sent items folder to hide the evidence. Shes a sly one!

God...

TrixIrl wrote: »

Drunk me is a f*ckin c*nt.... She deletes my sent items folder to hide the evidence. Shes a sly one!

:pac::pac::pac: I thought I was the only one!!! I don't even trust drunk me!!!

[-0-]

It's a phase and if you've any sense you'll grow out of it, hopefully before someone bottles you for exposing yourself to their missus......or not, and it's recorded and put on YouTube and you quickly become a legend in every male student's eyes.

--LOS--

meh I don't think there's much I'd worry about, there shouldn't be much that you'd do drunk that you wouldn't do sober, at least not anything bad. If you're a bad person anyway you risk exposing that side of yourself when drunk but drinking is not an excuse.

brat74

Mother of sweet Jesus there is nothing as bad in this life as "the fear". Shaking and sweating, feelin guilty as f**k over stupid things...sometimes lasts for about 3 days. Afraid to even go to the shop cause everybody is staring.......aaaaaagghh.....you are deffo NOT alone!!

beco2010

yes i have to say the fear of checking your sent texts the next morning does not help. plus last dialed numbers always freaked me out

Grayson

castletownman wrote: »

Nothing worse than waking up the next morning and checking your sent messages folder on your phone only to see messages you don't remember sending. Oh gawd, the amount of ridiculous stuff my loose fingers have texted to random women throughout the years!

In fact someone should invent an app that prevents drunken texts being sent

I've heard you can attach a breathaliser to a phone now. Don't know what good that would do. I know I'd be smart enough to figure how to take it off and dumb enough to text someone.

But jesus, the horrible memories I've had. And I rarely forget anything. I'd LOVE to black stuff out.

Grayson

[-0-] wrote: »

and it's recorded and put on YouTube and you quickly become a legend in every male student's eyes.

That reminds me. facebook photo's. Two days later you see yourself, if not in bits, at the very least in the dumbest pose you've ever tried with a huge grin. And the immediate reaction is untag, untag!!

pragmatic1

Grayson wrote: »

I've heard you can attach a breathaliser to a phone now. Don't know what good that would do. I know I'd be smart enough to figure how to take it off and dumb enough to text someone.

But jesus, the horrible memories I've had. And I rarely forget anything. I'd LOVE to black stuff out.

No you wouldn't I used to remember everything too. Trust me, when you have to fill in the gaps the mind makes it ten times worse.

Princess Peach

--LOS-- wrote: »

meh I don't think there's much I'd worry about, there shouldn't be much that you'd do drunk that you wouldn't do sober, at least not anything bad. If you're a bad person anyway you risk exposing that side of yourself when drunk but drinking is not an excuse.

I was a drunk mess and probably too loud and stupid but I always made my way home and alone and never got into any trouble.

beco2010

What about the ppl who say they dont remember what happend to save from explaining. iv done it myself but , my friend got over jolly one night and started a fight (he is not a fighter or could never be) he shouts everything he can at this fella, the man comes to confront him he turns and heads or the hills, as quickly as he turns he falls rolling twice. this was outside the pub and at the start of a step hill any way after he has picked himself up he turns into a olympic sprinter and runs up this hill screaming F U ya F ing australian dickhead the man was english. we find him on the way to another pub and he has been trown out for having one of his shoes off why i dont know . he then decids on the best way to get back in is to banzai charge the door where the bouncers are watching, unaware to him as he runs for the door he crashs into the wall that is on the other side agian he picks himself up and runs off again. next day he says he cant remember a thing.

Flojo

I had one of those moments last Monday, got kicked out of a WrestleMania Party for being too hammered. Don't remember a thing. Not my classiest moment. Pitchers = evil.

TeddyTedson

Finished work on Thursday and don't remember Friday or Saturday at all. I haven't left the house today. I couldn't face people.
I have the fear badly. Now I'm starting to get the depressed feeling. I hate my job so much. I sort of wish I was dead at the moment but I know I'll be fine again in a day or two. Just play it out so.

Deus Ex Machina

Ah yes the fear. Luckily enough I'm usually able to rationalise myself out of it if I can remember most of what happened, but sometimes the memories are worse than the unknown.

One night in particular I was ordering drinks at the bar. I had ordered two Heinikens for my friends and a Guinness for myself. As he finished pouring the Heinos he picked up the glass and said "now for the Guinness". Something went off in my Vodka filled head.

"I'll help you with that!" I shouted as I grabbed the glass from his hand and squatted down. I took a big scuttery dump that filled the glass, and them slammed it down on the bar, shít flying everywhere. I ran out of the place and was never caught.

The next day was the worst fear I'd ever known. I tore pages out of books and lined the gaps in the door with them to block out the sound of me breathing to anybody outside. I stayed in the room for 48 hours and shît in the sink. Cried for hours straight. Made a noose. Luckily I snapped out of it before it went too badly wrong.

humbert

Anyone get the anti-fear?

Where, amidst vague haunting memories of the horror and debauchery of the night before you're walking down the road and there's a fresh breeze and maybe some nice trees and you think the the world's really a lovely peaceful tranquil place and life is wonderful.


Until it's all shattered by a flashback of something you'd completely forgotten...