Deepest, darkest secrets you're willing to share about yourself

[55]

For anyone feeling down on themselves, I'm going to tell you the story of what happened to me last night so you can get a laugh at my expense and maybe feel a little bit better about yourself. Keep in mind, I am 33 years old with around 20 years "experience" when it comes to partying and not some rookie college freshman taking my first drink.

Anyway...

I'm sitting at home yesterday (Tuesday) afternoon and I get a text from a buddy of mine who says he had a couple of extra tickets to the Indians/Tigers game and asked if my brother and I wanted to go with him and a few other guys. We accepted the invitation since Verlander was pitching and we'd never seen him in person before. Well, I had to run a few errands before the game so I could have the entire night free so I got on it. I made it back to my place (I live the closest to the ballpark so we always meet here) at 6:00 pm, just in time to meet everyone and head to the game.

So, we get to the game and find a stand that was selling 24 oz. Great Lakes beers on tap for only 10 bucks. A hell of a bargain for the ballpark when you think about it. My brother and I both smashed about five of those each. I was so caught up in drinking and socializing that I just simply forgot to eat. I also forgot to eat earlier in the day while I was running errands, so there I am with a belly full of strong beer and NOTHING else but a granola bar I ate around noon.

So we're on the way home after the game and I get the bright idea to get dropped off at the local bar to meet up with some other friends and not my house and my brother tags along. We get there around 10:30 pm or so and immediately start drinking more. I switched to Southern Tier 2X IPAs which are like 8.5% ABV. Not a good idea. Well, we sat there and hung out with a few people until about 1:00 am and my brother called a cab and went home. Like a ****ing idiot, I stayed behind and kept drinking.

Just then a few friends I hadn't seen in a very long time showed up and we started doing shots. And more shots. And even more shots. Ugh! The last thing I remember was the clock saying it was roughly 2:00 am. And then it happened...

I kept hearing this pounding sound droning on and on with what I thought was a man's voice in the background. I couldn't make out what he was saying but it sounded repetitive. This goes on for a while and I open my eyes and realize that I am laying in the middle of my kitchen floor. The pounding sound now became crystal clear and the man's voice started to make sense. He was saying, "Lakewood Police!" over and over. So, at this point I realize that the police department is pounding on my door and I am passed out on my kitchen floor but I have absolutely no idea why either one of those things are taking place.

I finally muster the strength to stand up by pulling myself up by my stove and then stumbling to my back door (that connects to my kitchen where I was passed out) just ten feet away where they were knocking. When I got on my feet I noticed a giant pool of vomit in the middle of the kitchen floor where I was laying. I unlatched the lock on the door and said, "Hello." There were two police officers standing on my back porch and asked me if I was Ryan and if I was okay. I said yes that was my name and yes I am okay. They then asked if I had drank too much to which I replied, "Why yes I have, but I am inside my house right now. Is that a problem?" They said, "No, that's not a problem but the reason we're here is because Bob was worried about me." I asked, "Bob who?" They said Bob from Nunzio's (a local late night pizza delivery joint) was here with my food and was worried when I failed to answer the door or my phone. I said, "Oh, let me go see him then." So I shut the back door and stumbled my drunk *** to the front of my house and sure enough, there was Bob with my usual order: a medium pizza with extra cheese and hot peppers and a large dinner salad with Italian dressing.

The only problem was, I had absolutely no idea that I ordered food that night.

I opened the front door, apologized to Bob and paid for my food and gave him a $10 tip for being genuinely concerned. He thought I might have had a stroke or something because not answering my door or my phone is not like me at all since he had been delivering to me for over five years. I then proceeded to walk back in my house, threw the food in my fridge and passed right back out on the kitchen floor. Before I did though, I happened to glance at my phone and it said that it was 3:35 am. My call log said that I placed the order at 2:20 am which I still don't remember at all.

Anyway, I woke back up again around 5:00 am and this time I was on my bathroom floor. I pulled myself up and noticed there were bile stains on the floor where I was. My stomach had nothing left in it to throw up and I guess I was dry heaving up bile and stomach acid. Fun times. I pulled myself up and then brushed the hell out of my teeth about three times and chugged a bottle of water. I was sick as **** but still starving so I decided to eat a slice of the pizza and go upstairs and pass out in my bed.

Next thing I know, I wake up and it's noon and my cat is on my bed looking at me like I'm a lunatic. Something smells funny so I look over the edge of my bed and there was that slice of pizza I ate, puked up on the floor. Disgusting. I get up and go back downstairs and carefully navigate my puke covered floors to get back to the bathroom to brush my teeth about a thousand more times and to go back into the fridge for another bottle of water.

I ended up calling the bartender from the bar I was at the night before and he told me I seemed pretty buzzed but not completely wasted in the least when I left. He said I was in a great mood, being friendly and even said goodbye to everyone before leaving at roughly 2:25 am. I left alone and walked home, which is only about half a mile from the bar. I don't remember ANY of this. I completely blacked out. I have blacked out before, but not like this. I don't remember ordering the pizza (which I did while I was still at the bar according to the timeline) or paying my bar tab, or leaving the bar, or walking home, or passing out on my floor, none of it. From about a half an hour before I left the bar (about 2:00 am) and waking up to the police knocking on my door (about 3:30 am) I remember absolutely NOTHING.

Today sucked just as bad having to clean up all that puke. That part was just the worst. There is enough Pine Sol soaked into my kitchen and bathroom floors now to make my entire block smell like pine trees. I have also brushed my teeth about twenty times and washed my hair five or six times. I've been wasted before but never anything quite like this. It honestly felt like I was ****ed up on something other than just alcohol but I don't mess with drugs and I don't know how anyone could have "spiked" any of my drinks since I never leave them unattended.

I guess I'm going to have to chalk this one up to a completely empty stomach and drinking way too much. Embarrassing, yes. But if you can't laugh at yourself then you have no sense of humor. Now, I'm not going to lie and say that I'm never going to drink again, but I am definitely taking an extended period off. Man, I can be such a ****ing idiot sometimes.

[UK0wnag3]

I shouldn't have read that post whilst I was having lunch at work. I should've seen where it was heading...

[shugknight]

Thanks everyone for the advice. I really do appreciate everyone giving their input. I think I'm going to go the route of getting a Financial Adviser and having them talk to the credit agencies and see if they can negotiate better than I can into getting my monthly payments down to something I can afford. I guess that's my other problem.. I have a fear of confronting people, or my problems. I can't admit to my mistakes, so calling the agencies starts making me feel all anxious and when I hear that first ring, I have to hang up.

Time to become a man and man up.

And Finn, I may look into your suggestion with the adviser. I'll update everyone as to what they say.

Now the problem is finding an adviser that I feel comfortable enough to talk to about my problems.

[slickdtc]

55... Damn.

I've been drinking more then usual this summer, and a couple of times on an empty or near empty stomach. It's not good.

I gotta have a good meal!

A few months ago, drank a ton of cheapo Carlos Rossi jug wine on an empty stomach and blacked out pretty bad. Apparently I passed out in the middle of a game of FIFA. lol

[HealyMonster]

Quote: Originally Posted by 55

For anyone feeling down on themselves, I'm going to tell you the story of what happened to me last night so you can get a laugh at my expense and maybe feel a little bit better about yourself. Keep in mind, I am 33 years old with around 20 years "experience" when it comes to partying and not some rookie college freshman taking my first drink. Anyway... I'm sitting at home yesterday (Tuesday) afternoon and I get a text from a buddy of mine who says he had a couple of extra tickets to the Indians/Tigers game and asked if my brother and I wanted to go with him and a few other guys. We accepted the invitation since Verlander was pitching and we'd never seen him in person before. Well, I had to run a few errands before the game so I could have the entire night free so I got on it. I made it back to my place (I live the closest to the ballpark so we always meet here) at 6:00 pm, just in time to meet everyone and head to the game. So, we get to the game and find a stand that was selling 24 oz. Great Lakes beers on tap for only 10 bucks. A hell of a bargain for the ballpark when you think about it. My brother and I both smashed about five of those each. I was so caught up in drinking and socializing that I just simply forgot to eat. I also forgot to eat earlier in the day while I was running errands, so there I am with a belly full of strong beer and NOTHING else but a granola bar I ate around noon. So we're on the way home after the game and I get the bright idea to get dropped off at the local bar to meet up with some other friends and not my house and my brother tags along. We get there around 10:30 pm or so and immediately start drinking more. I switched to Southern Tier 2X IPAs which are like 8.5% ABV. Not a good idea. Well, we sat there and hung out with a few people until about 1:00 am and my brother called a cab and went home. Like a ****ing idiot, I stayed behind and kept drinking. Just then a few friends I hadn't seen in a very long time showed up and we started doing shots. And more shots. And even more shots. Ugh! The last thing I remember was the clock saying it was roughly 2:00 am. And then it happened... I kept hearing this pounding sound droning on and on with what I thought was a man's voice in the background. I couldn't make out what he was saying but it sounded repetitive. This goes on for a while and I open my eyes and realize that I am laying in the middle of my kitchen floor. The pounding sound now became crystal clear and the man's voice started to make sense. He was saying, "Lakewood Police!" over and over. So, at this point I realize that the police department is pounding on my door and I am passed out on my kitchen floor but I have absolutely no idea why either one of those things are taking place. I finally muster the strength to stand up by pulling myself up by my stove and then stumbling to my back door (that connects to my kitchen where I was passed out) just ten feet away where they were knocking. When I got on my feet I noticed a giant pool of vomit in the middle of the kitchen floor where I was laying. I unlatched the lock on the door and said, "Hello." There were two police officers standing on my back porch and asked me if I was Ryan and if I was okay. I said yes that was my name and yes I am okay. They then asked if I had drank too much to which I replied, "Why yes I have, but I am inside my house right now. Is that a problem?" They said, "No, that's not a problem but the reason we're here is because Bob was worried about me." I asked, "Bob who?" They said Bob from Nunzio's (a local late night pizza delivery joint) was here with my food and was worried when I failed to answer the door or my phone. I said, "Oh, let me go see him then." So I shut the back door and stumbled my drunk *** to the front of my house and sure enough, there was Bob with my usual order: a medium pizza with extra cheese and hot peppers and a large dinner salad with Italian dressing. The only problem was, I had absolutely no idea that I ordered food that night. I opened the front door, apologized to Bob and paid for my food and gave him a $10 tip for being genuinely concerned. He thought I might have had a stroke or something because not answering my door or my phone is not like me at all since he had been delivering to me for over five years. I then proceeded to walk back in my house, threw the food in my fridge and passed right back out on the kitchen floor. Before I did though, I happened to glance at my phone and it said that it was 3:35 am. My call log said that I placed the order at 2:20 am which I still don't remember at all. Anyway, I woke back up again around 5:00 am and this time I was on my bathroom floor. I pulled myself up and noticed there were bile stains on the floor where I was. My stomach had nothing left in it to throw up and I guess I was dry heaving up bile and stomach acid. Fun times. I pulled myself up and then brushed the hell out of my teeth about three times and chugged a bottle of water. I was sick as **** but still starving so I decided to eat a slice of the pizza and go upstairs and pass out in my bed. Next thing I know, I wake up and it's noon and my cat is on my bed looking at me like I'm a lunatic. Something smells funny so I look over the edge of my bed and there was that slice of pizza I ate, puked up on the floor. Disgusting. I get up and go back downstairs and carefully navigate my puke covered floors to get back to the bathroom to brush my teeth about a thousand more times and to go back into the fridge for another bottle of water. I ended up calling the bartender from the bar I was at the night before and he told me I seemed pretty buzzed but not completely wasted in the least when I left. He said I was in a great mood, being friendly and even said goodbye to everyone before leaving at roughly 2:25 am. I left alone and walked home, which is only about half a mile from the bar. I don't remember ANY of this. I completely blacked out. I have blacked out before, but not like this. I don't remember ordering the pizza (which I did while I was still at the bar according to the timeline) or paying my bar tab, or leaving the bar, or walking home, or passing out on my floor, none of it. From about a half an hour before I left the bar (about 2:00 am) and waking up to the police knocking on my door (about 3:30 am) I remember absolutely NOTHING. Today sucked just as bad having to clean up all that puke. That part was just the worst. There is enough Pine Sol soaked into my kitchen and bathroom floors now to make my entire block smell like pine trees. I have also brushed my teeth about twenty times and washed my hair five or six times. I've been wasted before but never anything quite like this. It honestly felt like I was ****ed up on something other than just alcohol but I don't mess with drugs and I don't know how anyone could have "spiked" any of my drinks since I never leave them unattended. I guess I'm going to have to chalk this one up to a completely empty stomach and drinking way too much. Embarrassing, yes. But if you can't laugh at yourself then you have no sense of humor. Now, I'm not going to lie and say that I'm never going to drink again, but I am definitely taking an extended period off. Man, I can be such a ****ing idiot sometimes.

Had to be the mixing. Only time I have ever been like "i dont remember what happened drunk" it was mixing whiskey or scotch after having beer. That and the empty stomach, recipe for disaster. Good to know though that the happenings of the night were relatively calm and nothing bad happened!

[wwharton]

Quote: Originally Posted by FlyingFinn

But if it is going to take more then 7 years to pay it off, at this point it makes sense "to walk away" since it would be off a credit report in 7 years (which is all you really care about). I know it isn't the "right" way to go but sometimes you have to do what is best for you and yours. I didn't do it myself as I am still paying my student loans (a little less then 4K left) but sometimes it just makes financial sense (like walking away from an severely upside down mortgage).

I don't completely believe that to be the case, that's the problem. If it's "something like that" or anything that doesn't work out exactly as you think, you could be 7 more years in a hole.

I completely understand the fear of confrontation or facing problems, but usually you get to the point of even considering what you're suggesting by trying to find loopholes or short cuts. Rather than continue down that path, I'd rather lick my wounds and start going by the book.

[55]

Quote: Originally Posted by RiderGH

Had to be the mixing. Only time I have ever been like "i dont remember what happened drunk" it was mixing whiskey or scotch after having beer. That and the empty stomach, recipe for disaster. Good to know though that the happenings of the night were relatively calm and nothing bad happened!

Yeah, I mixed all kinds of nonsense.

I drank five 24 oz. Great Lakes Burning Rivers (6.0% ABV) at the ballgame, five or six Southern Tier 2X IPAs (8.2% ABV) at the bar and at least four shots of Black Haus (80 proof) too. Beyond that, who knows?

Now, I am perfectly capable of putting all of that down on any random night, but not on a completely empty stomach. I guess I tried to finally remedy the hunger situation, but it was far too late!

[gopher_guy]

Sounds like a rough night, 55!

That point when you realize you've gone over the edge during a night of drinking is an awful feeling, although it sounds like you don't remember feeling that, haha.

A couple months ago I crossed that line, and after our friends left the apartment, I hugged the toilet for a long time. By the time I was able to stumble out of the bathroom and into my bed, my roommate had cleaned the entire apartment, and was just finishing up a movie

I feel like I have a pretty good handle on knowing where that line is now, thankfully.