Hangover thread

[James]

What is your worst hangover story?

[absolutuscchick]

20th Birthday.

Got into LA two nights before, on the day before (April 18th), I didn't eat more than 500 calories all day. Then I proceeded to drink atleast five drinks and shots AND chug from a bottle of malibu (typical me). I was soo drunk at this point that I didn't even want to go back to the frat house with the boy I was seeing at the time, even though he called a taxi for me and was sooo sweet to me.......anyhow....I was seriously glad I didn't go home with him because I woke up early the next morning to go throw up. Then again. And again. This progressed all day long. I laid in bed with my sister Rachel and another girl watching lifetime all day long, and getting up intermittently to go throw up. Finally, at like 3 o'clock I felt better. But that was definitely THE WORST hangover of my life...and I have had quite a few!!

[AchtungBaby80]

I've never had a hangover, but once I got very ill drinking Smirnoff Ice with my fish and chips. Not a good night...

[PhiPsiRuss]

It was August 1988. I was staying in my mom's home and I was getting ready to head back to Tallahassee. My mom doesn't drink, and she had bottles of liquor that were collecting dust. It seemed like such a waste, so I packed 'em up and headed back to Tallahassee.

On the last night of rush week, a bunch of us started to drink at about 10:00pm. I used a can of beer to chase down 8 shots of whiskey. Then I did something really stupid; 8 tequila poppers. After almost 4 hours of drinking, I was pretty drunk, and the stuff was still settling in.

I went downstairs to another brother's room, where everyone was drinking. I staggered in and everyone thought that it was really funny that I, of all people, was plastered. I hung out for several minutes, and decided that I was too wasted to socialize. I called it a night.

I think that I went to sleep at about 2:30. I remember nothing after that. I don't remember my big brother coming into my room to practice the FSU Phi Psi's brand of alcohol abuse prevention; screw with the really drunk. I was in my bathroom, praying to the porcelain god with a nasty case of the dry heaves. He said that I looked so pathetic, that he just left me alone.

I woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon, and I was still drunk, with a headache, and my stomache felt like it had been cast in a roll for an alien sci fi horror flick. I drank some water, and felt like I was gonna do some projectile vomiting, but I managed to hold it down.

4:30 was the first time that I didn't feel buzzed. It was 14 hours after I stopped drinking, and I was finally had an appetite.

This was the last time that I ever drank Tequila.

[ThetaPrincess24]

I cant post all of the story here, so PM me if you'd like the entire story, but it ended in me having to watch Ten Commandments all day because I couldnt find the remote and each time I got up.sat up I got really dizzy, so I had to lay in bed all day, or crawl to the bathroom to pee

I like to refer to it as "The Rum Incident"

[ZTAngel]

I have 2 stories:

My 21st birthday fell on a Sunday so I went out partying with my friends on Saturday night. I had never drank so much before. The next morning my great-grandmother woke me up at 9am to wish me a happy birthday. The sunlight was pouring through my bedroom and I had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep at this point. Next, my aunt called me. I tried so hard to keep down the contents in my stomach but just couldn't. I spent my whole entire birthday with my head in the toilet. So miserable.

The next place takes place the summer after freshman year. I went out with my old high school friends to party in downtown Ft. Lauderdale. I was supposed to get up early the next morning to go to the Ft. Lauderdale Air & Sea show with my dad. The Ft. Lauderdale Air & Sea show is a HUGE event that takes place every year. Military planes fly over the beach and everyone lies out on the sand and tans while watching the planes. Anyway, my dad told me not to stay out too late because I had to be up early. I didn't listen. I got really drunk and didn't come home until 3am. My dad wakes me up at 8am. I think I was still drunk. There was no way I could get out of going; my dad would be really upset. So, I'm out in the HOT sun trying to nurse my hangover. It was awful. I kept getting up every five minutes to go puke in the ocean. Not fun.

[Lil' Hannah]

This is kinda long...

Freshman year I got hammered with one of my friends in his dorm room on a Thursday night on screwdrivers. The next morning I woke up around 8am and I had a pounding headache and couldn't fall back asleep. I had this free coupon for a McDonald's breakfast that they wouldn't take in our student center, so I figured I'd walk to the McDonald's off campus to use it since I was up so early. My campus was huge - it was probably about a 2 mile walk. So I get down there, eat my breakfast, and start walking back to my dorm. I'm walking back across this huge green that almost every off campus student has to use to walk to campus, and my stomach starts to turn. I can't hold it - and I boot right there on the sidewalk. Normal people are walking to their morning classes and I'm vomiting in broad daylight. It was pretty embarassing. Then I had to run into the closest building so I could clean myself up, subject to more strange looks from my fellow students. I still cannot drink screwdrivers to this day.

[AOX81]

8 shots of Jager + many other drinks...enough said.

[James]

Bump

[mattpike]

i went to my chapters chartering party, and of course celebrated like no other. woke up in the grass in my front yard. went inside took a shower and had to go to class for the attendance policy thing. but i had heard that in order to get rid of a hangover you have to drink some more, so i grabbed my vodka and stopped by 7-11 for a big gulp and started drinking during my classes. benifits of going to a big school. no one ever knew.

[honeychile]

Originally posted by mattpike
i went to my chapters chartering party, and of course celebrated like no other. woke up in the grass in my front yard. went inside took a shower and had to go to class for the attendance policy thing. but i had heard that in order to get rid of a hangover you have to drink some more, so i grabbed my vodka and stopped by 7-11 for a big gulp and started drinking during my classes. benifits of going to a big school. no one ever knew.

Yikes! It's drinking ANY fluid that will stop a hangover! The minute you know you've had too much to drink, start drinking water. Get up in the middle of the night, drink water. Get up for class, drink water. Repeat often!

Hangovers are nature's way of saying that your brain is dehydrated (thank you, Pharmacology 121!!). Drinking tons of water will stop or at least lessen your hangover.

[MattUMASSD]

Halloweenn 2003, we had a huge party wieh 2 kegs, punch, and sangria. So I must have had 5 cups of the punch which had tons of liqour in it. After we had exhausted the punch it was on to the beer and by the end of the night sangria. I dont remember much but people said I was doing some crazy stuff. So, I eventually sat down and feel asleep in the sitting position on the sofa. Its around 7 am and I woke up to terrible neck, back ache and even worst a pounding head ache, and a rumbly stomach. I figured if I threw up I would feel better. So I proceded to the bathroom to do so but all I had was dry heaves.

To top the story off I had to go to the work that morning. Im a campus tour guide so I gave a tour to 5 families. I honestly thought I was going to die! I was hungover nothing in my stomach and light headed. All along the tour I tried to keep my composure liek nothing was wrong. In our library I took a break to visit the bathroom, nothing but dry heaves but I felt better. After the 2 hour tour I regained my appetite and 2 of my brothers and I went to panera.

[The_Nash]

This happened last march.

Me and four brothers went camping at this lake for 2 days. We decided to bring 4 handles of Popov vodka, very cheap very nasty. After the first night we were down to about 2 handles (there were some other people there that we were sharing with). The next day only me and another guy decided to drink. In about 2 hours I killed about 3/4 of a handle. I was obliterated, nearly drowned (another story) and passed out around 11 am. I woke up that night around 7 pm, in my bed having no idea how I got there and where the hell I was. i threw up a clear liquid for about 2 hours straight, im pretty sure it was bile and vodka mixed. I killed the rest of the week because I felt like such shit.

[AXJules]

Maybe I can win, as we all know God as no mercy when it comes to my life....

20th bday.
Cancun, Mexico.
What I drank--
I go there every year so I have a few club owners and bartenders that are family friends that throw me a party every year. I showed up the night before I was supposed to come back to the States. I closed my eyes, and when they opened there was this cake thing with a big glass on fire. To this day I don't know what the hell I drank, I just know it was orange and sparkly and flaming. Anyway it was about the size of a can of Coke and tasted damn good. Then I had a few beers. Some dude from Egypt sent our table a bottle of champagne, also pretty good. Occasionally I'd dance, do shots, walk around, do more shots. I got pulled up onstage at Dady Rock, where they gave me a Jager bomb and Tequila-whiskey thing I had to drink out of a tube. By the end of the night, I had had 8 tequila shots, 10 beers, half a bottle of champagne, 5 mixed drinks, the orange flaming thing, and some vodka slushies.

I got home at 5 am, puking continuously. I didn't know we had to be at the airport at 6:30 AM.....needless to say I don't remember saying goodbye to the 'rents, my friend and I tried to check 6 bags b/c we saw double of the 3 we had, no lie....I didn't pay the cabbie, just walked away...lied puking in the bathroom for 2 hours in the airport. Our plane was delayed 3 hours, because the bathrooms in coach were broken. They couldn't fix them so we depart anyway. Finally, we get on. Of course, there are 2 ugly ass redheaded beast babies screaming and crying sitting in front of me. It was bad enough their screams ripped through my headphones and lasted an hour and a half, I couldn't even ignore them because their horse faces were constatnly staring at me. To my left, is this dipshit who smells like BO and whiskey. He sang music from Jesus Christ Superstar (not even the right words, they were all wrong) for 45 minutes straight, presumably to drown out the hellspawn's cries. I am still drunk and cannot figure out how to keep my tray table up. Suddenly, our plane starts to shake violently. The pilot announces that the RADAR IS BROKEN, AND WE'RE LEAKING FUEL. WTF????????????????????????????????? The one kid starts crying, while the uglier of the two suddenly quiets. Thank god, I think. What an angel, thank you.............until HE PUKES white chunky stuff all over the back of the seat in front of me. This of course makes me puke, and I continue to do so for the next hour until we make an emergency landing back in Cancun. We have to board out the back of the plane, where this crochety old lady falls down the stairs. WE WAIT MORE. I have the worst headache, we wait two more hours, get on a plane next to a nun who shakes her head at me and lectures me as I puke the whole way back to St. Louis. Our lunch meal is fruit and sandwiches. I'm all, ok, bread and ginger ale, I can do this.....I am starting to feel a lil better. Then my friend opens hers, and its all moldy. My puking resumes.

I got to my friends house at 9:30 pm, 12 hours after we were supposed to be home, and slept the next 2 days straight.

They also lost our luggage.

[absolutuscchick]

Originally posted by AXJules
Maybe I can win, as we all know God as no mercy when it comes to my life....

20th bday.
Cancun, Mexico.
What I drank--
I go there every year so I have a few club owners and bartenders that are family friends that throw me a party every year. I showed up the night before I was supposed to come back to the States. I closed my eyes, and when they opened there was this cake thing with a big glass on fire. To this day I don't know what the hell I drank, I just know it was orange and sparkly and flaming. Anyway it was about the size of a can of Coke and tasted damn good. Then I had a few beers. Some dude from Egypt sent our table a bottle of champagne, also pretty good. Occasionally I'd dance, do shots, walk around, do more shots. I got pulled up onstage at Dady Rock, where they gave me a Jager bomb and Tequila-whiskey thing I had to drink out of a tube. By the end of the night, I had had 8 tequila shots, 10 beers, half a bottle of champagne, 5 mixed drinks, the orange flaming thing, and some vodka slushies.

I got home at 5 am, puking continuously. I didn't know we had to be at the airport at 6:30 AM.....needless to say I don't remember saying goodbye to the 'rents, my friend and I tried to check 6 bags b/c we saw double of the 3 we had, no lie....I didn't pay the cabbie, just walked away...lied puking in the bathroom for 2 hours in the airport. Our plane was delayed 3 hours, because the bathrooms in coach were broken. They couldn't fix them so we depart anyway. Finally, we get on. Of course, there are 2 ugly ass redheaded beast babies screaming and crying sitting in front of me. It was bad enough their screams ripped through my headphones and lasted an hour and a half, I couldn't even ignore them because their horse faces were constatnly staring at me. To my left, is this dipshit who smells like BO and whiskey. He sang music from Jesus Christ Superstar (not even the right words, they were all wrong) for 45 minutes straight, presumably to drown out the hellspawn's cries. I am still drunk and cannot figure out how to keep my tray table up. Suddenly, our plane starts to shake violently. The pilot announces that the RADAR IS BROKEN, AND WE'RE LEAKING FUEL. WTF????????????????????????????????? The one kid starts crying, while the uglier of the two suddenly quiets. Thank god, I think. What an angel, thank you.............until HE PUKES white chunky stuff all over the back of the seat in front of me. This of course makes me puke, and I continue to do so for the next hour until we make an emergency landing back in Cancun. We have to board out the back of the plane, where this crochety old lady falls down the stairs. WE WAIT MORE. I have the worst headache, we wait two more hours, get on a plane next to a nun who shakes her head at me and lectures me as I puke the whole way back to St. Louis. Our lunch meal is fruit and sandwiches. I'm all, ok, bread and ginger ale, I can do this.....I am starting to feel a lil better. Then my friend opens hers, and its all moldy. My puking resumes.

I got to my friends house at 9:30 pm, 12 hours after we were supposed to be home, and slept the next 2 days straight.

They also lost our luggage.

you're REALLY lucky you didn't die from all that alcohol!!!