The city of Montreal ate my face on NYE 2001. I was not even drunk. I did, however, have two drunk people on either side of me, and they took me down! The sidewalk ate my face and the scars took forever to go away.
@lucystrawberry: the moral of my story is, @Mama Penguino: i had sex on NYE once with a stranger who insisted I call him Billy Bob the entire time. The following evening, I took someone's virginity. I regret neither one of these things, but I second that everyone should be safe. Buddy system!
Last year I did a low key NYE and left my house to walk to the park for fireworks. Although it was only 10:30, the number of people (especially women) out who were trashed beyond belief was unbelievable. I've decided NYE is way better sober, and I'll save my drunken antics for another night.
Also, don't dive head first out of a Russian guy's convertible because another guy said he would catch you because he WON'T and you will end up with a broken wrist that you have to explain to your husband. You will lie and swear you were rollerblading at the beach and had a bad fall, but your girlfriend, who is in the restaurant undoing her wrap-around dress for everyone to check out her new bra knows the truth and you can NEVER BE FRIENDS AGAIN because what if she tells?
And NEVER attempt to open a frozen pizza while drunk late at night, because you will STICK THE SERRATED KNIFE RIGHT THROUGH YOU HAND and bleed all over and have to drive to the emergency room all by yourself with a bloody towel wrapped around your hand and a creepy vein hanging out of the hole that you couldn't stick back in. The tetanus shot alone is enough pain to ever deter you from doing that again.
I actually don't get drunk or high anymore because I realized it's actually a lot more fun to be the sober person laughing uncontrollably at all the stupid stuff your shitfaced friends are doing all night long.
Happy New Year, everybody! Here, have another drink on me....
The last thing I remembered before that was having trouble staying on the sidewalk. And it was cold. And there might have been wolves after me.
Another time, to avoid driving drunk, I walked about 5 miles home. I'd missed the last bus and didn't want to wait for a cab. That was not so fun. But, I later learned that it was worth it. Wish I'd done that more often in my (drinking) past.
The New Years Eve tradition at the terrible residence is a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Rose, consumed on the couch in our sweatpants. We go outside at midnight and smoke a cig and listen to the revelers on State Street, and then we go back in and eventually have trashy secks. SO much awful shit goes on when you have masses of people who've consumed masses of alcohol that IMO it's just not worth it to go out.
In regard to the PSA, here's my story: There's a large and very rowdy bar called Bootlegger's on MacDade Blvd not far from where we live. One night last winter, a college kid from the area was there with a bunch of his friends. They all got 'faced, and when they were all leaving they noticed that this particular kid was not among them. They called his cellphone for a while, got no answer, and figured he'd rolled out and went to a friends' place to pass out. Anyway, the next day no one had heard from him and his parents notified the police. It took a few days, but they found him, dead in a creek behind the bar. He was partially frozen. His parents stated that he'd had epilepsy, so he either had a seizure, fell in, and lost consciousness and drowned, or he'd just plain passed out and fell in the creek. Either way, he died. That there is a cautionary tale: Do not go out with friends who won't notice or care if you disappear, Do not get drunk enough to pass out anywhere but a bed/couch/chair/carpet, Do not go to bars that have creeks behind them.
ALSO: DO NOT DRIVE DRUNK. ALSO: DO NOT GET INTO A FISTFIGHT WITH SOME TRASHY BITCH AT THE BAR. UNLESS SHE HITS YOU FIRST. ALSO: DO NOT TOUCH ANY GUY YOU WOULDN'T TOUCH WHILE SOBER. AND FINALLY: DO NOT BARF IN YOUR PURSE.(THAT'S WHAT POTATO CHIP BAGS AND PARTY HATS ARE FOR.)
Okay, I have to share the exception to the rule. My sister is this tall pretty blonde with so much attitude it kills me. When she was a freshman in college, she walked back to her dorm drunk and a car with three men in it stopped by her, one guy pulled out a gun and told her to get in the car. She was at a dark crosswalk and they were blocking her path. She looked at the guy, said "Fuck off" loudly, and walked around the car and kept going, never looking back. Obviously, I don't recommend this, but I love this story about my sister! (Who no longer drinks, btw.)
NEVER get in the car, ladies. Let them try to do their worst in public (most will give up on an assertive target), if they get you in the car, it's torture and rape, then likely death.
There's a busy bar just up the street from me (in northern NH) that isn't afraid to over serve people - heck, most of the staff are drunk too.
A few years ago, an inebriated female tourist left the bar in February without her coat and wandered down the street. She passed out in a snowbank and froze to death.
Drinking does not make you 6' tall and bulletproof - you only feel that way.
@PaintedTrollop: That wandering off without a coat is very popular. Had a friend do this in 5 degree F weather because she got annoyed. There was a debate at the bar regarding whether or not she had really left, as her coat was still on her chair. We finally called her house, and she answered. Luckily she made it home safely!
Save for concert mosh-pits (don't ask me why they don't bother me *shrugs*), I hate crowds, so you wouldn't catch me dead at a big bash for NYE. I actually REALLY enjoy staying at home, sipping bubbly and watching the ball drop on the teevee, especially since I had the mini-Zinhas.
I'll be doing things Tscheese-style, sipping bubbly in a coffee mug in my underpants.
This year, Boyfriend and I are wearing pointy party hats, eating takeout sushi, drinking champagne, and watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on my couch.
@morninggloria: We're hanging out with whatever is on cable, scotch for the Mr., tequila for me and all of the furry family. Dogs at our feet, cats on the back of the sofa. Kitten playing with the fuzzy sparkle ball.
We'll just hang here quietly. The shotgun blasts will signal the new year's arrival here in Lower Crapovia, home of the Redneck.
You should especially not perambulate drunk if you're in high heels and the streets are still icy. You might or might not fall on your ass in front of an oncoming car, and you might or might not be saved purely by your superior crab-walking skills, which might or might not enable you to make it to the sidewalk more or less safely.
@sequined: Seconded. I seriously messed up an ankle exiting a Christmas party on my way to a cab once. The heels were high, but I apparently was higher, since I barely noticed rolling my ankle all the way to the ground. Several people suggested an emergency room, but I in my drunken haze declined.
@BlowJoy: It took me a few years to figure this out, but I'm glad I did. I think when I was 21-22, I--like many others--just thought it was "cool" to keep tempting the buzz by knocking back more and more alcohol.
I've since learned that it's far, far better to savor a few tasty drinks and maybe get a little buzz that still leaves you sane enough to walk. It's not worth the sickness and disorientation.
@BlowJoy: Pre drinking burrito consumption is a good way to ensure that you don't get the dreaded "frying-pan-over-the-head style" of intoxication that just comes out of nowhere.
@ceejeemcbeegee: One of my scariest drunken nights involved not realising a 'friend' was getting me triples when I thought they were regular measures because he thought it would be funny...
Luckily I got home in one piece, but it made me more careful about keeping an eye on my drinks around everyone, not just strangers!
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And NEVER attempt to open a frozen pizza while drunk late at night, because you will STICK THE SERRATED KNIFE RIGHT THROUGH YOU HAND and bleed all over and have to drive to the emergency room all by yourself with a bloody towel wrapped around your hand and a creepy vein hanging out of the hole that you couldn't stick back in. The tetanus shot alone is enough pain to ever deter you from doing that again.
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Happy New Year, everybody! Here, have another drink on me....
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The last thing I remembered before that was having trouble staying on the sidewalk. And it was cold. And there might have been wolves after me.
Another time, to avoid driving drunk, I walked about 5 miles home. I'd missed the last bus and didn't want to wait for a cab. That was not so fun. But, I later learned that it was worth it. Wish I'd done that more often in my (drinking) past.
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In regard to the PSA, here's my story: There's a large and very rowdy bar called Bootlegger's on MacDade Blvd not far from where we live. One night last winter, a college kid from the area was there with a bunch of his friends. They all got 'faced, and when they were all leaving they noticed that this particular kid was not among them. They called his cellphone for a while, got no answer, and figured he'd rolled out and went to a friends' place to pass out. Anyway, the next day no one had heard from him and his parents notified the police. It took a few days, but they found him, dead in a creek behind the bar. He was partially frozen. His parents stated that he'd had epilepsy, so he either had a seizure, fell in, and lost consciousness and drowned, or he'd just plain passed out and fell in the creek. Either way, he died. That there is a cautionary tale: Do not go out with friends who won't notice or care if you disappear, Do not get drunk enough to pass out anywhere but a bed/couch/chair/carpet, Do not go to bars that have creeks behind them.
ALSO: DO NOT DRIVE DRUNK.
ALSO: DO NOT GET INTO A FISTFIGHT WITH SOME TRASHY BITCH AT THE BAR. UNLESS SHE HITS YOU FIRST.
ALSO: DO NOT TOUCH ANY GUY YOU WOULDN'T TOUCH WHILE SOBER.
AND FINALLY: DO NOT BARF IN YOUR PURSE.(THAT'S WHAT POTATO CHIP BAGS AND PARTY HATS ARE FOR.)
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I freakin LOVE that pic!
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NEVER get in the car, ladies. Let them try to do their worst in public (most will give up on an assertive target), if they get you in the car, it's torture and rape, then likely death.
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There's a busy bar just up the street from me (in northern NH) that isn't afraid to over serve people - heck, most of the staff are drunk too.
A few years ago, an inebriated female tourist left the bar in February without her coat and wandered down the street. She passed out in a snowbank and froze to death.
Drinking does not make you 6' tall and bulletproof - you only feel that way.
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I'll be doing things Tscheese-style, sipping bubbly in a coffee mug in my underpants.
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We'll just hang here quietly. The shotgun blasts will signal the new year's arrival here in Lower Crapovia, home of the Redneck.
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Yes, I was an idiot in college.
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Happy New Year gals - be safe, stay warm and have fun!
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I've since learned that it's far, far better to savor a few tasty drinks and maybe get a little buzz that still leaves you sane enough to walk. It's not worth the sickness and disorientation.
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Imbibe. Enjoy. Follow this plan [jezebel.com] ;-)
Have a Happy, Fun, and Safe New Year!
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Luckily I got home in one piece, but it made me more careful about keeping an eye on my drinks around everyone, not just strangers!