A good lesson for everybody.

Don't touch Gin.....

Thats a great story... I now want to go out and get absolutely hammered. I've also had two blackouts in one night, and that was also a whole day and night of drinking with no food.... But you know what they say, 'Eating is Cheating'.

When we won the Americas cup the first time, and we had that Parade down Queen St. A few of us decide to go for a look, so that meant looking through green coloured glasses... Get to Queen St early, so another smoke was on the menu, we then find out the Parade is not happening for another hour we decide to have a munch, and this is where someone had a great idea to lace our burgers with Magic Mushrooms... Never having done this before but peer-pressure is a motherfucker, we slap these suckers in with vigour, and happily ate our newly transformed happy meals.
Back to Queen st, we've got 30 minutes to go, and yep you guessed it... We roll a ridiculously huge joint, and got really stoned like Cheech and Chong needing toothpicks to open our eyes. Ten minutes to go, we can't stand still, we dash into Yiffans for a look, and I play one game of Air-Hockey which lasted five minutes... Round up the rest of the villans and go outside to see the Parade, and the street is empty, its night-time, full moon, and all we can see is just rubbish flying around like tumbleweed... No sound, no life.

Still haven't pieced together how we lost 5+ hours in Yiffans but whatever happened we were just too wasted.

I'm still gutted I missed the Parade, and when I watch footage of it, I cringe... I don't know what the fuck I was doing when that was happening...

[ i'm all grown up now, i really am ]

July 2001 - the time i saw green coloured smurfs in my garden....ahhhh i can always remember that, never smoked so much dak again after that !!!!!

The other day I went to a small gathering, where we were all meant to get wasted and have a bit of fun. I decided that I would smoke a few pipes, but wouldn't drink. In the end I had a glass of baileys, and four martini and juices. You would assume that I would be fine, as everyone else was having what I was, and was only tipsy. You would be assuming wrong. I couldn't even walk. Oh god, embarressment city....especially seeing at some points I was crying yet at the same time proclaiming that this drunken stupor was 'the happiest moment of my life'. I can't believe I got so trashed, a few nights prior the one mentioned I had smoked a bit and was drinking schnapps out of a bowl and was fine.

Could I just add Noizy boy, that your post was really well written.

was an acid virgin, my irresponsible friends decided to break me in with 2 1/2 tabs and a few shots of vodka

at first it was fine, just felt a little bit drunk, things were a little bit edgy but i was still in full control, my friend went and picked up his car and swung it in the driveway, that was when i noticed things were going a bit astray.

soon enough we were sitting in the back yard underneath the clothesline, we started going through cycles in our behaviours, for instance, my friend alastair kept saying "i NEEED nicotINE!!" he had a full compliment of ciggies, so he was talking shit, obviously. this is about the time where i started hearing voices, which became screams, which didn't stop for the whole evening. we decided we'd head into town, each picked a peg off the clothesline, because we were venturing out into the great wide open we needed a life support system, these too remained on our fingers for the entire evening. so anyways, we start walking, then all of a sudden the wind is tearing chunks of flesh out of us and the ground has turned to rubber. the sky tower became our beacon light and we walked from pt chev to victoria st, then up to our work at the time, on newton rd. it was about this time that everyone's faces were puffing up, their veins like blue hosepipes threatening to burst out of their skin ... surfaces had ghostly disembodied heads in them, screaming into mine.

we needed to calm down, so we decided we'd play a game of quake ... this was well and good, except i ended up being absorbed into the game, brain directly connected to the world of quake via rubber bands ... "i am the quake!" i'd say, it was like neo truly discovering the matrix for the first time. i was laying the slapdown on someone in a tick skin (at this point in my life i was into the gaming thing and was actually pretty good). i informed him that i'd finish the level while only targeting him, and ignoring the other players. when i did it i had completely forgotten about floating skull heads, exploding skin, the head screaming, and the scary stuff.

it wasn't all scary skull heads though, we each developed a catch phrase - mine was "diggity damn", alastair had "i NEED nicotine!", the other guy was "electric batman!"

what a bunch of munters :P

once we hitched a trip up to the north island from the d. on the way home we got a dodgy bottle of missisippi moonshine from the st george bottle store in wellytown. we crossed the seas and walked for about half an hour out of picton, sat down next to the railway tracks, and started to drink from the bottle. my friend was smoking most of the time, and he reckons i nailed at least two thirds of it. we then slept right next to the railway tracks. i apparently slept through a passing freight train. woke up, threw up, hitched a ride. threw up from this ride on the main street of blenheim.

some army dude came back from overseas once and brought us a bottle of some expensive bourbon stuff. after we finished that we got the bmx and did randy campbell stunts. lots of over the handle bars and general falling off. then we went to countdown. somehow we got the bike past the security dude and ripped up the store. sat outside the fire station for a few hours waiting for the engines to do something. then waited for them to come back, and watched them nearly get taken out by a big truck rolling through town. woke up in the morning with many brusise, cuts, plant things, plus some burnt holes from something.

one day i handed in my dissertation and started drinking. by the time the datsuns took the stage i was at my fifth venue of the night and already one pie down. i enjoyed the night so much i bought one of everything they were selling. this made them happy, so they gave me free beer. this made me lose the tshirt i had just bought and throw my vinyl all round the venue.

once i was in christchurch and saw this band called paselode play. i think some dude called nato gave me a free beer. then we nicked the bourbon from the tent next door and i had some. i apparently tried to sleep next to the avon. then i apparently slept in the same room as a jam that went till 4am.