Posted on 09/29/2010 9:57:19 PM PDT by Huntress
I reluctantly confess to my own misjudgement in this matter.
I had a lifelong desire to compete musically at a national competition and in order to compete nationally, one’s group must have won the right to advance to the national competition by placing first or second in their own state competition.
The group I was in had just returned to competing after a break of about five years. This was their first competition since I joined them.
We had just won the state title and were having a customary after victory celebration later in the evening. I partook of a few drinks but before I say how many I had, I must also say that I usually don’t drink amy alcohol at all.
I decided on Long Island Iced teas because I had heard that they were very mild going down. I lost count after 7 of them and after the celebration was over, and I was walking back to our motel room, I had to pause because the motel wall was in danger of falling down. I blame it on faulty construction.
My son was following me back to the room and he burst out laughing at the situation. e didn’t think it was the wall that was so unsteady.
Anyway, I wound up spending the night sleeping in the shower and not feeling very good the following morning. In fact, I was feeling so bad my son wound up driving us home.
Basically, the bottom line is that what went down so smoothly and without any discomfort or problem didn’t stay dowm and came up with a lot of discomfort and left aftereffects which lasted about 24 hours.
From experience, I can asy that we can’t go on feelings or sensations alone because they may not be present early on even though they may strongly manifest themselves later on.
Anyway, after a night of particularly hard drinking on base, his stash ran out and the PX was closed. So he decided he was going to steal a jeep from the motor pool and drive it into town to get some more.
Well there was a barbed wire fence surrounding it and in climbing that fence, he slipped at the top and (at least in the biological sense) he was a man no more. He ripped his testicles and penis clean off. Now maybe there was some urban myth there but suffice to say, after his medical treatment, whatever actually happened to him, he was quickly discharged out of the Marines.
Back when I was 20, I downed a fifth of peppermint schnapps in 15 minutes. Passed out 15 minutes after that and left vomit trails around the apartment.
Still cannot stand the smell of peppermint to this day. Needless to say, I don’t eat any. After another misadventure a few months later, I quit drinking.
It will mess you up real bad, at least most normal people.
Didn’t know it was poison, did we?
I think you are right. I recently tried a shot of Cognac at a friend’s house and let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. What goes down sometimes comes right back up. I’m sticking to iced tea and diet soda from now on.
Ewwww! Absolutely disgusting LOL
“I discovered projectile vomiting at a pressure rivaling Bellagio fountains. His walls were a mess.”
“Death by Misadventure” - you don’t see that much on death certificates anymore. It is the title of a very cool Ted Nugent tune though.
A buddy of mine in the navy did that in port. He had to be carried to the ship's medical on a stretcher. He'd been in trouble with alcohol before and so this was the last straw. The navy kicked him out. Shame too. He was a good guy, just drank too much and the navy isn't tolerating this stuff anymore like they used to.
I remember lying on the floor to watch TV when the ceiling started to spin like a propeller. I ran upstairs and flung open the door to the bathroom, only to find about nine other kids puking their guts out. I muscled my way in at the bathtub and proceeded to endure about two hours of the dry heaves, all the time begging God to help me. I'm surprised that my girlfriend got that odor out of the bathroom before her Parents came back on Monday. The smell would have gagged a maggot.
That was the last time I ever did anything that stupid.
The Imperial pint is bigger than the US pint. More than half a liter.
Yeah, they kicked my buddy out of the army also, and this was back in the 1960s(early 1961). Damaging government property, they also brought two guys up on charges for getting sun burned so badly they couldn’t report for duty. Your body belongs to the government when you are in the service!
Yep I can not stand to drink orange juice to this day. Horrible.
I have 1/2 vodka martini and I’m a zombie for 2 days....
They get drunk, slide into a coma and die. Similar incidents have occurred many times. I remember one where a guy drank 17 martinis (gin or vodka plus a little vermouth) in an hour and died.
Alcohol is a poison if not taken in moderation. A blood alcohol level of .4% is like driving 180 mph. No way it can be called “moderate”.
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