How do I define drunk? I don't know, whatever you define it...

probably around 15 times in the 5 years i've been drinking. the last time was enough to convince me to take a long break from it. 3 litre bottles of rum doesn't sit well the next day.

THIS POLL is hilarious! Well over a 1000x! Probably more! Have not been drunk since January 2007 though. I quit drinking. I still miss a beer on a really hot day; after I have finished mowing the lawn, and doing routine yard-work.

College: drug expirments.....keg stands, beer runs, funnels, drinking and skiing (DO NOT do this, lucky I'm not paralyzed), trash-can parties, keg kicked, quarters (precursor to beer pong), being the 'Gin king' of Lyman Hall, dizzy lizzie while tanked and winning! Getting a whole pub that was PACKED to sing that Petula Clark song "Sign Of The Times" with me on the jukebox really loud and getting thunderous applause, playing floor hockey in the dorm hallways while drinking cheap swill. And shotgunning beer and diving / swimming in abandoned slate quarries in Vermont on indian-summer days.

Grad school: drug expirements.......dancing without abandon while drunk in the streets of Troy, New York between the stupid TA work, partying, drinking, partying, studying, graduating...

California / San Francisco: The days and years blurred into each other. Drank mostly from Friday night til Sunday night. Blurred victorian entablatures, jazz out of syncopation, crashing countless house parties, hanging out at "after-hours" parties in warehouses with a buzz.

Yeah...well over a 1000x

You're def a pirate if you be drinkin' that much rum, me hearty!

... A lot.

Not so much anymore. I got nervous because occasionally it was compulsive, so I slashed my intake and always have good company when drinking.

1000+ but I've cut back after my brother drank himself into a coma and they pulled the plug on him 4 years later.

Zero. Not a single drop of alcohol has ever passed through me.

A million. I like getting drunk. I'm a lot less anxious.

Two. The first one was one of my mom's oh so hilarious ideas - I was like 8 or 9 at the time. I'm not sure if I should count it as "drunk" but I did feel different for a while. The second one happened when I was at a girl's place; she knew I was against alcohol and still mixed some into my soda. She did so many other stupid things to me that I ended up hating her.


Wow, that's really moving.

Yeah, this thread is useless without a clarifying definition. If you define drunk as simply buzzed (one or two drinks), then probably around 500-1000 times. However, if you’re more stringent, it’d be substantially less, maybe 50-100 times, which is probably the amount of 8-balls I’ve consumed. I’ve been drunk camping with friends (weekends in the woods with several cases of PBR) approximately 6-10 times, which is generally one long continuous drinking session. Under the strictest definition of drunk (i.e., completely blitzed), probably only once – I wanted to see what it was like, but I never blacked out and I never vomited, although I was absolutely charming and insightful. In fact, it was probably because of that night that I wound up on this forum. In any event, I had an atrocious hangover that was only cured with Mexican food. Good times.

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Didn't bother me too much, he and his twin brother would beat the shit out of me on a daily basis when I was little, they only stopped when I grew big enough to take them on, oh wow how they became nice to me when I could fight back, good riddance one down one to go fuckers.

Never.

A lot. Alcohol is good when you are coping with stigma of loneliness. But it's a temporary cure. Not to mention I had the strongest suicidal thoughts during drinking/after being drunk.

Twice, and both times I made a complete fool of myself;

The first time, last summer, I was on a cruise to Bermuda with my family, I had a bad case of sea-sickness and it felt like torture, so to numb the pain I mixed motion pills and Jack Daniels. On the way down to dinner, I was so drunk that I thought it would be a good ideal to slide down the handrails in the stairwell, because it was faster than walking and I was hungry, much to my Mom's utter embarrassment.

The second time, was few months ago, around the period of my suicidal thoughts/depression. I drank like 4 tall glasses of wine because I didn't want to "feel" anymore, went outside in the freezing cold and snow, around 11:00 p.m. at night to get the "mail" (there was no mail outside, I was drunk). Fell on my ass and pissed my mom off badly, rightly so, I could have killed myself.

Drunk dangeroustechnique, is goofy and sloppy dangeroustechnique.

Thank you dangeroustechnique and Erebus, you've both just convinced me never to drink alone. Should I ever consider trying it, that is.