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20th birthday... that was almost 5 years ago and the sight of anyone taking tequila shots still makes me stomach so this weird knot/turn thing.

Last night in my university town I got so drunk at the bar celebrating that I threw up, then walked back to our table and announced "throwing up when you are drunk DOESN'T EVEN HURT!".

Mortified would be an understatement.

I like this thread, but I am having THE WORST time remembering my less than stellar moments. Hrmm....

After thinking about it, I had this roommate who brought home some vanilla vodka. I wasn't in the habit of drinking a lot, so I made myself a way-too-strong drink for me while I cleaned the house. It tasted just like cream soda, so I wasn't aware of how potent it was until after it was too late. Roommate and her boyfriend (my friend first, I introduced them) came home to find me in a state of stupor, and I was SOOOO Happy to see them, I made them drinks too, and I ran into a table with my hurricane lamps on them, and broke a couple. They were trying to get me to sit down so I wouldn't stroll through the glass, but I kept saying, "Don't worry about them! I have more around here somewhere!" I don't remember a lot more after that, but they told me how "cute" I was being drunk. It was embarrassing though because I got WASTED by myself, which wasn't my intention.

ETA: Back in my early 20s, I was always the caretaker for my friends that would get a lot more drunk than I ever did. I always kept one eye on them, and alternated drinks with glasses of water. My story is lame, I know...

@redheadem:  ahh yes, the self loathing hangover...

@moosey:  I have been all those girls too. 

I didn't/don't go out that often, but when I do, I always end up drinking WAY too much.  A few mortifying times include:

• going to a semi-formal in college and getting so drunk that when I tried to stand, I fell over. In a dress. I don't even remember drinking that much (like 5-6 drinks), but some nights I just don't hold my alcohol as well as others.
• a few summers ago, I went out with a bunch of people I just met (I was living in a new city for the summer) and I got so drunk that I ended up throwing up on someone's bed back at the house that everyone was staying at.  I never spoke to any of them again because I was so embarrased. I mailed a check to the person whose sheets I puked on.
• I drank a whole flask of bacardi 151 in about 30 minutes during a drinking game. I blacked out and probably should have been brought to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.  I don't remember about 10 hours.  It was bad.

AH! I have a better story than the lame-o one I typed above.

This was back in the day of my early 20s where some of my friends house-sat for their parents, and decided to throw parties. This one particular friend however, invited us over to his mother's house and she came back earlier than expected. She did not cast us out because she did not want us to drive home in the state we were in.

Someone had the bright idea to play a-shot-a-minute game with beer (60 shots of beer in a minute is the goal). I did not fare so well. I started feeling sooooooooooooo sick. There was only one bathroom on the level we were on, so i hunkered down on the floor, waiting for the inevitable to happen. I heard someone say "She needs to get the F out of the bathroom!" which  made me feel self conscious. So, I left the bathroom, had my roommate (who was at the party with me) go outside with me, and I promptly threw up in a rose bush.

I thought I was ok, and set up shop on the couch for the night. I fell asleep, but woke up with the sun feeling reaaaaaaaaaaaally sick. Like no time to get to the bathroom sick. There was a plastic bag next to me, and I yacked in it, but immediately passed out.

When I woke up< I had forgotten about the incident until the friend's mother came down the stairs and sat on the couch-- right on the bag of vomit. Not my finest hour. I was mortified.

mine happened wine tasting on bikes.  6 months after learning how to ride a bike.  I did a face plant, ended up w/scrapes and a bruised knee cap.  The group I was with had to go retrieve a truck to pick me up.  I cried in embarrassment while simultaneously trying to eat grape leaves off the vine.

Went out with Fi and a friend just before we started dating. I was nervous, drank far too much, spent 20 minutes beeny hopping on the bean bags in the bar, puked into a pint glass, got us kicked out the bar, sat myself at the etrance to the hotel next door, accosted a couple going into the hotel telling them that I was drunk so could I have the pizza they were carrying, then passed out.

Classy.

I have quite a few too, but here are two that came to mind:

1) The first of my friends to turn 21 had a party at a bar. I was the first to puke. At the bar. The birthday girl held my hair back. No big deal, it's college. On the way home, though, my friend, her friend, and I took a taxi. She and her friend kept crawling over each other's laps to change places to puke out of one side of the taxi, while I puked out of the other side. I realized I hit a low point when we were stopped at a red light and I looked at the car stopped next to us and made eye contact with the driver while I was puking. I felt pathetic. And that poor taxi driver with 3 puking girls in his back seat... This was also on a Sunday night which means I was way too hungover to go to any of my classes the next day.

2) FI and I were LDR at the beginning of our relationship - I lived in upstate NY near the Finger Lakes. On one of his first visits I also had a few other friends visit, and we went on a wine tour. We made the stupid mistake of not really eating that day (I don't know how it happened, none of us really thought about making a meal or stopping anywhere) so drinking wine with nothing but the little crackers they give you is a bad idea. I wasn't even that drunk, but when I got home, I felt AWFUL. I told FI (at the time, my bf) that I had to go to my room to sit for a bit bc I was feeling strange. He came with me, and I started puking lots and lots into my garbage can.... nothing but red wine came up (lovely, eh)? He held my hair back and rubbed my back the whole time, which made me feel even more terrible that I was ruining his visit and he was being way too nice and I started bawling and puking at the same time. Funny enough, after I puked, I felt completely sober. I really think it was just from the effect of the wine on my stomach and no food. So we went to join the others after an hour or so and they were like "where were you?" I told them I was throwing up. I'm convinced to this day they still don't believe us and think we were just having sex/escaping from them, because I was 100% fine when we reappeared. In fact, I ate some pizza and wings. But FI still likes to tease me about how big of a mess I was so early into our relationship.

BTW OP, I hope you're feeling better today!

I will also share one of FI's stories:

He likes to brag that he's only puked "2 1/2 times" from drinking. The "1/2" story is disgusting. He got really drunk one night when he was out drinking with his cousin (they were each drinking their own pitchers of beer, blech). So on the way home in a taxi, he said he started to puke, but then decided not to, and as it entered his mouth, he swallowed it back down. This wasn't just regurgitation, this was a normal amount that he said splashed against his teeth and everything. So gross.

I will share one more (I love this thread):

My last bad experience was about a year ago. We went out for a friend's birthday party. We got a private karaoke room where for $35/person you get unlimited beer, wine, or sake, plus huge platters of sushi and snacks. It was an amazing deal and I ended up drinking 7 bottles of sake by myself. I was feeling great and when we left as a group and were waiting at the Herald Square subway station I kept singing over and over "Give My Regards to Broadway" in a weird Katharine Hepburn kind of voice. It wasn't until we got to the next bar that I realized I should go home and sleep it off. I thought I would be fine, I had that deceptive morning wakeup where I thought "I feel ok!" and rolled over. Ugh. I puked. A lot. Then I took a bath to try to make me feel better and alternated puking, saltines, and seltzer for the rest of the day. The worst part was one of my best friends from college was coming into town and I was dying to see him, so we were going to meet at a bar that night. I was determined to not back out even though I felt like death. So I got there (we met at McSorley's) and the place just reeked of alcohol soaked into the wood. So I got a can of seltzer and they amazingly also offer a saltines and cheese plate. After two more cans of seltzer, more saltines, and cheese, I was brave enough to have their dark ale. I've come to the conclusion that a nice long bath, lots of seltzer and saltines, and finally a little hair of the dog is the perfect way to overcome a hangover.