Tales from On the lash

[Atelier]

So i was thining. Anybody had a crazy night out on the lash? Plastered wasted lathered?

This is a serious thread. Share your stories about funny things that have happened to you on a night out that got a bit out of hand. and let's crease up together

[Ponch]

Are you drunk right now?

[Atelier]

No im absolutely tippity top. Look: Swans swam under the bridge

[Ponch]

Go home and sleep it off, sir. You're in no shape to drive on the information superhighway tonight. I'll have Peder call you a cab.

[Atelier]

But I can't remember where my homepage is!

[Ghost]

Ghost Tale Time!

(Edit: And, well, I double-checked but there's not one Umlaut in it.)

There is a small island called Terschelling. I used to go camping there with a couple o' friends. Still remember my first trip. See, that place is basically a tourist trap, they actually sell candy that is made to look like seagull eggs, and they make an enormous fuss about some licker they brew there. It's called Friesengeist (Frisian Spirit) and it's basically aniseed liquor with a dash of peppermint.

There is a ridiculous ceremony that you MUST obey when you order and, indeed, drink it.

It goes like this:

Step 1: Order a Friesengeist. Watch cute waitress place a small shot glass of the stuff in front of you. It's milky white, and since I have no sense of smell I must trust my friends that it reeks of something you should put on your chest when you got a cold. I hope you get the picure.

Step 2: Wrinkle your forehead in puzzled bemusement as said waitress places a tiny, copper, pan next to your shot glass.

Step 3: Grow more and more curious as you are told that now you must set your drink on fire.

Step 4: Set your drink on fire.

Step 5: Smile in genuine amazement as the whole tavern starts to chant:

"Wie Irrlicht im Moor, flackert's empor! Trink aus, trink aus: GenieàŸe still und leise, auf echte Friesenweise. Dem Friesen zur Ehr', vom Friesengeist mehr!"
(Like a will-o-the-wisp it flares! Drink up, drink up. Enjoy your drink in peace, just like a Frisian does. To honour the Frision, some more of that Frisian Spirit.")

Step 6: With relief, put the pan on the shot glass to extinguish the flame.

Step 7: Drink your Friesengeist and allow your taste buds to shiver as the still hot aniseed-peppermint-mix does its best to amaze you.

Step 8: Be amazed.

Step 9: Follow the chant's bottom line and order more.

Step 10: Observe the effect the alcohol has on you as both chanting and failing to extinguish the drink before you drink it becomes drastically simpler each time you return to Step 1.

We went through a good amount of the stuff that night. It's a social event and you usually never drink alone. I absolutely overestimated my limit that night, too. In the warm tavern everything was fine, but our tent was close to the sea and we had to walk about 40 minutes. In cold, fresh, Frisian air. The minute the breeze hit me the alcohol tapped me on the shoulder and said hi.

I still swear that night a seagull talked to us.

[Atelier]

WTF!! I literally don't remember starting this thread.

[Retro Wolf]

I once used Facebook when extremely drunk. Bad idea...

[Yeppoh]

So post-drunk amnesia is true!

I thought it was only a tale to scare of naughty children.

[Stupot]

March 10th 2011 - I meet some friends in Shibuya.  I'm sober but they're already drunk.  So when we get to the club (only time I've been clubbing in Japan), I have some catching up to do.  I'm mainly on the vodkas and catch up pretty quickly.  At the end of the night (or early next morning), I get separated from my friends, but I'm going in a different direction anyway.  The last thing I remember is being at Shibuya station catching an early train, the next thing I know I'm on Facebook in my favourite internet cafe in Asakusa with no memory of how I got there.  I go back to the guesthouse, get a few hours sleep, go to meet another friend and then experience a certain earthquake you might have heard about.   Worst day ever to be nursing a hangover and nasty case of the runs.

[Adeel]

I once used Facebook when extremely drunk. Bad idea...

Interesting... Tell me more about it.

[Anian]

March 10th 2011 - I meet some friends in Shibuya.  I'm sober but they're already drunk.  So when we get to the club (only time I've been clubbing in Japan), I have some catching up to do.  I'm mainly on the vodkas and catch up pretty quickly.  At the end of the night (or early next morning), I get separated from my friends, but I'm going in a different direction anyway.  The last thing I remember is being at Shibuya station catching an early train, the next thing I know I'm on Facebook in my favourite internet cafe in Asakusa with no memory of how I got there.  I go back to the guesthouse, get a few hours sleep, go to meet another friend and then experience a certain earthquake you might have heard about.   Worst day ever to be nursing a hangover and nasty case of the runs.

I'm sorry to hear that, but this would actually be a cool way to start an adventure game. Aftermath of a disaster and you're sobering up, not remebering what happened and you come to in a bar with your Facebook (or similar) page open in a browser. You need to find out if your family and friends are alright etc. and what happened the night before.

[qptain Nemo]

I'm sorry to hear that, but this would actually be a cool way to start an adventure game.

Can this phrase become our local meme?
Pretty please?

[Atelier]

I'm sorry to hear that, but this would actually be a cool way to start an adventure game.

Can this phrase become our local meme?
Pretty please?

Seconded

[Crimson Wizard]

I'm sorry to hear that, but this would actually be a cool way to start an adventure game.

Can this phrase become our local meme?
Pretty please?

Seconded

Spoiler

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[Andail]

I remember the mittens when aga got drunk and kept saying "tell me" a billion times the whole night through. We had no idea what to tell him, as far as I remember.

[Ghost]

We had no idea what to tell him, as far as I remember.

And what DID you tell him, eventually?