Art And Wine= Creative Bozzos!

Once upon a time...
Myself and a friend pooled some money together and bought a huge bottle of Tawney Port to celebrate him getting a new job. Just a kid really staying at my parents house. We were partying in my bedroom.
I was taking medication to combat the pain of a toothache at the time. I didn't want to let my buddy down and just hoped the alcohol would help to take my mind off the pain. Really dumb move!!!
I fell unconscious before we finished the bottle, but I didn't fall asleep. I stood and stripped all of my clothes off in front of my friend and then I think I headed for the bathroom.. I took a wrong turn and went in the opposite direction of the bathroom, This was my wee sister's room :-) She was lying sleeping peacefully in her bed when I mistook her for the urinal. I regained a little consciousness when she was beating me with her fists.. at this point I could hear my friend laughing hysterically. I immediately fell back into my sleepwalking state and proceeded to take ANOTHER wrong turn into my mother's bedroom.
She was lying sleeping peacefully in her bed when I climbed in beside her and cuddled in... still completely naked!
I regained a little consciousness when I hit the floor.
My saint of a mother led me to my bed, told my mate to leave and then cleaned up all the mess I'd made in my sister's room.

To my horror, It all came back to me in the morning after I'd worked out who, what, why and where I was..

Just say NO kids!

Ok....Alcohol based funny tale huh?

Once upon a time a long time ago...when I was a high school student, I went as an exchange student to Ecuador. My host family had two daughters. My one host sister was a university student at the time and decided it would be fun for me to meet her friends and enjoy some of the night life so she invited me to go out to the local club.

We had a BLAST. The music was loud and we danced like there was no tomorrow. But it was hot in the club so I kept ordering orange juice to drink. It was the best tasting orange juice I EVER had. But as the night went on, I found that the dance floor was wobbly and I was having trouble stay on my feet. Before the night was over, I became very good friends with the toilet. I don't remember most of the evening and I hear tell that my host father had to arrange to have me carried from the club to the car and then into the house. Yeah, I definitely don't remember that part. Don't really want to know what I was doing that caused the club owner to call my host parents...some things are best left to the imagination.

Long story short, my host sister and her friends had thought it would be funny to spike my orange juice with some sort of alcohol (still don't know what exactly). I had never had alcohol before. I was so very ill the next day and not so good for a few days after. I'm sure I must have wasted a few million brain cells that night, but every one thought it was funny and kept bringing it the rest of my stay. Gringa can't hold her drink...but they were discrete and told my parents that I had "the flu" when they called to check on me.

I have funnier stories that arise from my incredible ability to turn off my brain at precisely the WRONG time...nothing to do with mood altering chemicals...but again, best left to the imagination I think. LOL

Thanks for sharing Meli..

I prefer the other ending to that story! The one where karma says you're sick all over your "friends" who spiked you... :o)

It does highlight a serious issue though! I personally would never condone spiking anyone.. I've been spiked and must admit..sometimes it has been welcome and could even be argued necessary.. but the majority of the time, these things go very wrong!
It is an extreme violation of a person... but then again.... so is the administration of life saving medicine to some!!!

Yeah Barry, I'm glad I never had YOUR kind of experience. Gasp...I think I'd blush a life time every time I laid eyes on the sister or the mother. Poor you. (Sorry for the giggles)

From my college years, not a story, but an illustration of yours truly after a little wine, a little smoke . . .

Scanned years ago from some old Polaroids, shot at someone's birthday party:

Meli...
Yeah... well.. no... Unfortunately I was a bit of a slow learner at that time..The parents and co kinda became a wee bit too used to these "events" and the blushes soon wore off... Yes there's plenty more where that came from.
Thankfully we all just laugh about it now :-)

LOL..Murray!

lol..135 views, but only 7 posts... Lots of shy people methinks.. If Murray is willing to share his Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers phase, then surely we can all delve into our regrettable pasts and share a few more tales!....????

Way back in 1975 I was invited to show at the Flatlands Sculpture Exhibit (10 states) in Des Moines. The punch was sangria but the alcohol used in the mix had (unknown to me) been used to strain hashish. It had a subtle effect that did not take place for awhile. My new wife and I went to the art opening, meet some very important people and had a great time. We headed back to our apartment for wine and fondue (remember that?) it turns out my senses were so dulled from the party wine I stuck a fondue fork into the palm of my hand. The good news is that at the time it didn't even hurt. What one won't do for their art.

I used to guzzle pretty good when I was a teenager and would often take the train or bus to some of the fantastic clubs in downtown Montreal. After a night of imbibing I was headed home to the 'burbs on the bus with my friend. In those days you could smoke on the bus. According to my friend I kept falling asleep on a woman sitting next to me while I was smoking a cigarette. I do remember waking up almost in her lap one time.

When it was time to get off the bus I headed up to the front door by the driver. We came to a stop but the door didn't open. I heard the bus driver say, "Kick it." In my muddled drunken stupor, I thought the door was stuck because of ice since it happened to be a cold winter night. So I gave the door a good kick. The door remained closed. "Kick it!" the bus driver said again. So I gave the door another good kick. Still nothing. "No, kick it!" the bus driver shouted. This time I really wailed on it. Finally the bus driver stood up and spelled it out for me: "Ticket! T-i-c-k-e-t! Give me your ticket!" Sheepishly I realized he was telling me to hand in my bus ticket, which is something I was totally used to doing but my brain cells were on vacation that night. I handed him my ticket and the door magically opened.

The funniest part was that the next day my friend didn't realize what was really going on. She told me that while she was waiting to reach her bus stop, she was hoping beyond hope that the damn door would open without having to kick it.

LOL Peggy...and LOL again! :-)

No fun fondue Kevin! lol

edt:I've got big tears in my eyes from laughing at Peggy's tale..

Whenever anyone asks what was my most embarrassing moment, I tell that story. Even though I was drunk, I was still embarrassed. :-)

Gave up alcohol when the hangovers lasted into mid-week. Spent a lot of time in Scotland in my 20s..drunk mostly. Australia..again, drunk mostly, but I remember there were camels this time. I went to Guernsey on a ferry..apparently...I don't recall much...shame, I hear it's really nice. I have danced..really badly..tried dirty dancing with a journalist colleague...we never speak of it. He is now in the Ukraine with his life flashing before him several times a day. Hoping the image of that hideous episode is not recalled.
Have fallen off many bar stools but I can say with great certainty I have never been drunk alone and I have never driven anything except the camel.

Oh lord, Peggy.

I will refrain from the drunk stories mostly because I don't remember them! I do know that I was not a fan of "smoking", but I did it maybe 4 or 5 times in college. The only thing I can say is if you have not had Jello instant chocolate pudding after toking, you haven't lived. To this day, I crave that particular box of pudding.

Not embarrassing, I know, but like I said, I don't REMEMBER the other stuff...

@Peggy - belly laugh here at that one.

Lol.. But get to the point Amanda!...lol. Great post.. Love the wry delivery...

Mary..this thread was meant to put the kids off... you're just enticing them with sugary things.......LOL!

edit:too far

Just past 8 in the evening here in Scotland. I haven't had..or rather, hadn't had alcohol for around 2 months before this evening.. But it has obviously been on my mind..! too many drinks already1 i'm just waiting to pass out any moment having been awake for 46 hours..
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Barry? BARRY??? W A K E U P P LOL

I know, Mary, I know. :-)

I barely drink anymore. I think I was actually slightly allergic to alcohol.

In 2003 my oldest son was at SFAI in San Fran and he and another student had a gallery. They were doing an opening so my younger son and I drove up from San Diego and attended with a friend. They were serving red and white two buck Chuck. When the helper discovered I was Gk's dad my glass never ran dry. I can tell you a two buck Chuck hangover is like drinking razor blades while being hit on the head with concrete.

taking one for the team there Kevin..lol

I remember when my dad caught me smoking. he took my "tobacco" and proceeded to try roll a number in an effort to look cool, hip and one of the boys... lol It was a light bulb and lit up like one setting fire to my bedroom.

Peggy's post earlier reminded me of a time I awoke to the sound of a smoke detector... when I came to I realized I had fallen asleep on the sofa...
When I looked down I realized it was me!.. on fire!..
I had a 16in dia smoldered hole in my rather fancy fleece hiking sweater..
I was very, very lucky that evening!

Remember, Brandy is a wine, nit a liquor... I wish we had known that when a friend and me made our first ever, and last, batch of brandy. We thought you had to heat it like with liquor and beer. So we fixed all of our ingredients, and heated it on the wood stove. Then we let it set for two weeks and age. I have never been so sick in my life!!! We thought we were going to die. Literally, as we could keep nothing down, pain through the body, and everything. That one an only bottle, out of five we made, left us so sick for three weeks.

Yeah dumb, I know, but when you're kids, and it looks good, sounds right, you try it for the kicks. Sometimes it comes back and bites the heck out of ya.

"Remember, Brandy is a wine, nit a liquor."


It's a spirit... a liquor.

I was in rehab when I was 17. Looking back, the "fun" stories really weren't that fun.