Drinking Story

by DakotaRed 11 Replies latest jw friends

  • DakotaRed
    DakotaRed

    Since Myself has requested I tell the story of my discovery of Mai Tai's from another thread, here it is. Feel free to add your favorite drinking story so I dont feel like the only lush here.

    Back in the middle of 1970, on my second flight to Vietnam, I met up with two buddies at Ft. Lewis, Washington I had come home with and we were scheduled for the same flight back over, a military chartered flight on United Airlines. The plane landed at Hawaii for a fuel stop and we were allowed off to wander the terminal for the 30 to 40 minutes we were to be there. Being the seasoned veterans we were, we headed straight for the nearest bar in the airport, with the intent to consume as much alcohol as possible in the short time and get back on the plane before it hit us, as you were not allowed on a military chartered flight if you were inebriated and the Army didnt take too kindly to one missing their flight because they got pixilated.

    Wearing our faded jungle fatigues, we entered the first bar in the terminal, sat down at a table and soon, a waitress came over to take our order. Since we were wearing our jungle fatigues instead of Dress Greens, not only did we stick out like a sore thumb, but it was obvious to airport personnel where we were headed. As our intent was the mass consumption of alcohol in a very short period of time, we asked for a round of Zombies, thinking only of the amount of alcohol contained in that drink.

    The waitress shook her head and said, "You dont want those." We looked at her oddly, having never been told we dont want what we asked for before. I picked up the drink menu sitting on the table and the three of us looked it over, seeking only drinks with the most alcohol in them. We didnt care what they were called. In fact, we didn't even look at the names and requested them by pointing to the contents of the drink, not the name. We requested five or six different drinks and each time, she replied, "You dont want those either!"

    Becoming somewhat perplexed and slightly agitated, we joined each other in unison as we asked her, "Well, exactly what is it we do want?" She replied, "Mai Tais, that will accomplish what you want." Apparently, our little subterfuge wasn't as unique to us as we thought, as we had not informed her of our intent. After looking at the drink on the menu and seeing that it too contained more than enough alcohol to help us accomplish our mission, we ordered a round. She brought the drinks to us and as she was making our change, we sucked the glasses dry and were asking for another round. In all, we each downed five drinks apiece, leaving her a $5 tip with each round. We weren't permitted to carry American money while in country and could not think of a better way to dispose of the last of our money than that. For some reason, this seemed to appeal to the waitress, as she got us all the drinks we could handle in that short period of time.

    Each drink came with a bamboo umbrella and an orchid in each glass. We threw away the umbrellas and kept the orchids, thinking only of those cute little round eyed stewardesses on the plane waiting for our return. Each got an orchid after we got a kiss. I was much bolder back then. We sat down in our seats, fastened our seat belts and somewhere shortly after take-off, passed out, waking only when the plane landed with a thud in Okinawa. What was really great was that there was no hangover.

    Not long after leaving Vietnam for good, my drinking decreased almost to a stop, as I simply lost interest in it. I still enjoy a cold beer now and then and have wine with my dinner on occasion. I may even have a before dinner drink if I go out to a restaurant, often asking for a Mai Tai, amongst other drinks I like. But, for some reason, the Mai Tais just dont taste as good as those first ones did.

    Lew W

    Edited by - DakotaRed on 6 July 2002 3:19:51

  • Prisca
    Prisca

    ok, I gotta ask.... what's a Mai Tai?

  • DakotaRed
    DakotaRed

    It's a rum based drink, Prisca.

    Lew W

  • Flip
    Flip

    Dak, have you heard the one about the two Irishmen leaving a pub?

    Hey...it could happen!

  • Windchaser
    Windchaser

    One round of Mai Tais coming right up: Light Rum, 151 Rum, Orange Curacao, Lime Juice, Orgeat and Simple syrups.

    Well, your story was great, Dakota, and has a happy ending, which is a good thing. I have a personal lush story, that I've already posted here, but with a little coaxing, I will repeat it..............

    Okay, enough coaxing, here I go:

    I was nineteen and my older sister invited me to her house so that her boyfriend's friend would have a date for New Year's Eve. I borrowed her black woolen dress, which was tight and short on me. (My sister, though older, is smaller boned and shorter than I am - I guess that went without saying). Okay, so she's got lots of oj and vodka in the kitchen and, hell, I'm nineteen and I wanna drink! So, I pour me a nice, strong one, sort of half vodka and half oj. I hear the door bell ring and my sister talking to her boyfriend in the living room.

    Now, I can deal with average-looking men and even unattractive men, if they are good to me. But, when I walked out into the living room to meet my date, all I could think of was, "Anita, how could you do this to me?" Now, I've often said that to my sister, so I really shouldn't have been surprised that she would fix me up with this large, obnoxious, repulsive thing that was looking me over. I said, "Excuse me," and returned to the kitchen. This time I poured the glass 3/4s full with vodka. Then I decided that, if I had to be with this guy, I deserved just one more. And I downed the glass of vodka in one great swallow. Okay, now I'm ready. My sister told me what happened next.

    I walked out to the living room, sat down beside this guy, looked at him once, kinda rolled my head back and completely passed out. When I woke up, I started heaving. Her bathroom was upstairs and I remember just crawling up about half way and puking, all over the dress, the black tights, the high heels, my hair, all over the stairs. I remember turning around and seeing the "men" leaving, so I limply waved to them. I woke up in the black dress, dried puke all over me, hating Screwdrivers from that day forward.

    The good thing was that the guy had a "date" and I fulfilled my obligation without really being there. So, I guess my story is a happy one, too.

  • CC Ryder
    CC Ryder

    My first experience was pretty funny...I was 14 and had more friends out of the Borg than in....I coaxed my parents to stay overnight at one of my buddy's if I promised to go out in service after sundays meeting...We got a couple of six packs of beer and headed to the local drive in theater which was within walking distance of his house...we met up with about twenty other kids from our school and hung out way in the back up on a high embankment....we all passed around what ever we brought...Scotch mixed with Coca Cola...Vodka....some Smoke....not too long into it we ran out...and my buddy said...."lets go..i know where we can get some more"....We headed back to where he lived but stopped about three houses before his house...it was where his older sister and brother-in-law lived....the basement hatch was open and he snuck in and came back with another quart of Scotch....I was already pretty blind....but we kept walking and decided to go down to another buddy's neighborhood where he had a tree fort....on the way we got loud and falling down...it started raining...and we got in front of this one house and the lights came on...we were whooping it up and they threatened to call the police...so we went on and finally made it into the tree fort...I don't remember most of that night other than puking my guts out all night.....and walking six miles back to my house...it was Saturday morning....my dad went out in service....so when he came home and saw this green to the gills little dumby sick as a dog...he knew exactly what I did...he didn't punish me too bad....but reminded me about service the next day....Well...after the Sunday meeting I was still feeling sick...not puking but dizzy and Hot....we went out in service and the very first house we got to (Return Visit,remember that term) ....I ain't kidding.... was the house that put the lights on and threatened us...we went inside and my Dad did all the talking....about ten minutes into it I started weaving back and forth...another brother was with us and he told me later that I just went straight back and crashed onto the floor...lights out!!!!....My Dad made up a story about how I had been sick with a flu......LOLOL....and we went home. I listened to the evils of alcohol speech for weeks on end.....LOLOL

    CC

  • The_Bad_Seed
    The_Bad_Seed

    My favorite drinking story doesn't involve me drinking, but watching NAEBLIS drink heavily at my apartment many years ago in Kitchener...

  • scootergirl
    scootergirl

    I don't drink much anymore.....but my story involves a night of heavy drinking, a ceramic lawn ornament (squirrel to be exact) and a hard lesson learned about why NOT to put stickers on your body. **wincing**

  • Dutchie
    Dutchie

    I don't drink much. I actually prefer Diet Pepsi to almost any alcoholic drink I've ever had. Sometimes though you're in a social situation and you sip a drink just because everyone else is drinking.

    Once in one of those social situations I had a drink called a "Screwdriver" and it was soooo good. It also made me soooo sleepy. Not wanting to be a party pooper, though, I had another one and then another one and sat down on a stool at the bar just to rest for a while. The next think I knew someone was shaking me on the shoulder to wake up! I was so embarrassed! Had I "passed out"!

    Now unless I'm having trouble getting to sleep I pretty much stay away from alcohol.

  • animal
    animal

    I spent most of my life drinking lots.... from 1972 thru 1994 ... it went with the "biker" lifestyle of then.

    My worst was when I went to an Alice Cooper concert in Harrisburg, PA back in 72... I had gotten caught as a runaway in KY and sent back to my loving parents, so I was heading out again. I hooked up with some freaks in school that were going and I went along. 6 of us piled into a car and drove the 100 or so miles to the concert (it was in Hershey, actually). We got there way too early, and to kill time, we broke out a bottle of Slo Gin... passed it around, and washed it down with beer and some refer I had. We were sitting in the doorway to the stadium, last I remembered, drinking. Next thing I know, I wake up with thousands of people around me. I had passed out while the crowds showed up.... well, standing up quickly just made the puke rise in my throat... I needed air FAST... I push thru the crowd, away from the doorway. I get in the open and I am fine, so I work my way back into the crowd, pushing to the doorway. They werent happy at all, but I made it. Once there, I have to puke again, so I leave again.... but this time I puke halfway out of the crowd, hitting them with pure Slo Gin and beer... and I kept moving, scared that I would get killed.

    After I recovered, my next job was finding my friends.... all my stuff was in thier car and I was running away after the concert. There were just thousands of people there. I stood on the mezinine section, leaning on the railing, smoking joints with the people sitting near me. I got re-wasted again, when out of nowhere some dude runs by me, down the 50 or so steps, and on to the main floor, cops right behind him. Well, everyone on the floor stands up and the guy is lost in the crowd. The cops come back up the steps and leave, and I am there cheering, clapping, and jumping around.... and fell right down those stairs, all the way to the bottom. Some dudes sitting in the front row helped me up, and halfway up those stairs, I fell again, to the bottom. Ugh....

    I finally made it to the top, and held the rail for my dear life. My friends eventually found me, at the railing, hanging on.

    Fast forward maybe to 1978, in York, PA... I was a boss and hired a guy to work with us. In a partying mode one nite after work, we were discussing old experiences and the Alice Cooper concert came up. I said I was there, and he proceded to tell me about this dickhead that fell down the steps TWICE, to where they were in the front row. I asked if they shared a joint or two with him.... he stared.... we had met, sorta, before we ever really met. It was too wierd.

    We are best of friends to this day.

    Animal

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