Drunkest You've Ever Been Story Thread
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Because rehashing the same exact things eleventy billion times and reading the same thread on the same topic by a different poster seventy billion times is much better. You opened the thread too. I thought the title really gave an accurate description of what was going to be inside but maybe I'm just that perceptive.
I have too many stories to rehash, and I don't want Clones21 to come arrest me for my drunken shenanigans around Ames.
One from Vegas.
After a session at a blackjack table at Barbary Coast, a friend and I stumble across the casino to a velvet rope that is blocking a stairwell, next to an elevator. There is a security guard at the elevator and as we attempt to step over the rope, he asks us where we are going.
Me: "Downstairs".
Guard: "Are you guys with Kenny?"
Me: "Yep"
Guard: "Just take the elevator then"
We take the elevator down to Drea's nightclub where everyone is dressed very formally and we are in jeans and shirts. After ordering drinks we spot an old guy with two young hotties at his table. We walk over and start conversation to save the ladies from this creep.
Me: "Are these seats taken or may we sit down?"
Old guy: "Yes"
Me: "Yes they are taken or yes we can..."
Old guy: "Yes they are taken."
Me: not really understanding the conversation "so we can sit here or what?"
Old guy: "Yes the seats are taken, no you cannot sit here, go away."
So we go to an empty table and a waiter comes over to take our drink order. My friend says to the waiter, "That old guy over there is a real jerk".
The waiter points and says "that guy right there?" We both nod yes. The waiter informs us "That's Kenny, he owns this casino."
After a session at a blackjack table at Barbary Coast, a friend and I stumble across the casino to a velvet rope that is blocking a stairwell, next to an elevator. There is a security guard at the elevator and as we attempt to step over the rope, he asks us where we are going.
Me: "Downstairs".
Guard: "Are you guys with Kenny?"
Me: "Yep"
Guard: "Just take the elevator then"
We take the elevator down to Drea's nightclub where everyone is dressed very formally and we are in jeans and shirts. After ordering drinks we spot an old guy with two young hotties at his table. We walk over and start conversation to save the ladies from this creep.
Me: "Are these seats taken or may we sit down?"
Old guy: "Yes"
Me: "Yes they are taken or yes we can..."
Old guy: "Yes they are taken."
Me: not really understanding the conversation "so we can sit here or what?"
Old guy: "Yes the seats are taken, no you cannot sit here, go away."
So we go to an empty table and a waiter comes over to take our drink order. My friend says to the waiter, "That old guy over there is a real jerk".
The waiter points and says "that guy right there?" We both nod yes. The waiter informs us "That's Kenny, he owns this casino."
The day before I was coming back to ISU for my sophomore year, my friends threw a party. I came home and decided it would be a good idea to pass out on my bathroom floor. Good times.
While in Vegas kicked out of a bar. While being "kindly" escorted out by security I told everyone how much cooler I was then them. I managed to make it back to my room where I started to take a shower. Sometime later I woke up in the shower to pounding at the door. I got up and answered the door to a female security guard who politely informed that I had water coming out from under the hotel room door. At this I took a moment to look to realize I had flooded my entire hotel room and 10 feet down the hallway in both directions. While showering I had passed out and sat on the drain. Luckily they had one of those industrial vacums that could handle a job like that. While this was going on my buddies finally found me after looking for me a couple of hours to find me standing there naked explaining to the security guard that it was actually a blessing in disguise because the water kept my vomit from drying into the carpet.
Was coming home from a kegger in high school with a good buddy of mine. He drove one of those Ford Probes...two door. I remember being really drunk but my buddy must have been out of his mind. We get in his car with him driving..I remember him putting in a chew (just in case he got pulled over maybe it would hide the booze on his breath..:twitcy
and while opening his door to spit completely fell out of the car...driving down the road. I remember looking over to say something to him and he was gone. The car is still driving down the road and my buddy driving the car is gone. Needless to say I grabbed the wheel and slid over to stop the car. I jump out and yell "what the **** dude!"....my buddy responds with "I fell out of car, man" ...needless to say I told him to get back in the damn car so he could drive me home...I wasn't getting an OWI.
and while opening his door to spit completely fell out of the car...driving down the road. I remember looking over to say something to him and he was gone. The car is still driving down the road and my buddy driving the car is gone. Needless to say I grabbed the wheel and slid over to stop the car. I jump out and yell "what the **** dude!"....my buddy responds with "I fell out of car, man" ...needless to say I told him to get back in the damn car so he could drive me home...I wasn't getting an OWI.
Not the drunkest I've been but defiantly the most embarrassing. I had been tailgating for 8 hours before the KU game this year. I usually stick with beer and am OK. This time I decided to add some Vodka. I didn't realize at the time how messed up I was but sometime in the 1st quarter I went to go to the bathroom. Shortly after that I was being asked questions by the police. Shortly after that I was in the Story county jail on public intox. In the mean time my wife and friends had no clue where I was at. Sometime around the 3rd quarter they got a call that I was being held and they could come pick me up in 8 hours. 8 hours later I blew a .08 and was allowed to leave. No beef with the police, I deserved it but the police report didn't say I was doing anything wrong just stumbling around. I'll never mix liquor into my tailgate again.
The embarrassing part is that I'm not exactly young and the jail was filled with 20 somethings in similar positions.
The embarrassing part is that I'm not exactly young and the jail was filled with 20 somethings in similar positions.
You think this is bad? Very similar story happened to a close friend of mine at halftime of the Oklahoma State game this year. Got to watch overtime because booking was understaffed and he was polite to the receptionist.
I was at a party on Howard, and went through way too much tequila (**** that stuff). Anyhooter, when I got into my friend's car, I started not feeling so good. In effort to be kind and not hurl all over his back seat, I found the nearest thing that would hold the contents of my stomach.
Long story short, the next morning when he went to work and slid on his work boots, he wasn't too happy.
Long story short, the next morning when he went to work and slid on his work boots, he wasn't too happy.
In Vegas during March Madness and got completely smoked at the sports book so I wondered over to the blackjack tables. Drank for another hour and somewhere during that time, I lost all my money and asked the pit boss if I could have $10 in free slot play if I took my shirt off. She laughed and said "yeah, sure" so I took my shirt off and about a minute later, a security guard came and got me, escorted me and my sober buddy out. As he shows me and my buddy the door, he handed me a voucher for free slot play and said I made the pit boss's night
