LordEden

Legendary drinking stories? I don't know if any I have fall into "legendary" but I've got a great geeky one.

I went to a local anime convention with 2 of my friends with plans on being really fucking geeky, hitting on hot anime girls, and get really fucking drunk. We bought a bunch of "single guy" food and two half-gallons of rum. Went spent the first day (of a 3 day convention weekend) hanging out, watching anime, and buying overpriced japanese things in the dealer room.

Saturday we woke up, made breakfast, hung out at the pool and decided that we should start taking shots at 1pm. We break out the half gallon and fill a water bottle with rum. We head back to the pool and finish off a 20oz water bottle of rum in about 1.5 hours between the 3 of us. We are feeling good so we go back and eat a few hot pockets to keep us going (and I smoked a big fatty). Back at the room, we decide to to fill 3 water bottles up with rum and carry them with us at the convention. We head back to the convention and start wandering around the place doing all sorts of geeky things.

Fast forward to night time and I've finished off my bottle of rum and ended up in the hotel bar drinking with a group of people I met walking around. They think I'm hilarious and start buying me rum and cokes. I somehow end up with two rum and cokes in my hands and think to myself, "I should finish both of these and so someone will buy me another one." This is my last conscious thought of the night. I down both glasses and black out.

The next part of the story is patched together by different accounts from friends and people who saw me the next day who recognized me from my antics. Shortly after finishing my two drinks I got up and left the group of people at the bar. My friend found me and led me to the dance that was going on. I proceeded to woo the girls with great pickup lines as, "Hey baby, want to see my Rod of Power +3?", "Didn't I see you do a striptease on web cam once?", and "I will love you so much more than your internet boyfriend." At this point I lost my friend in the crowd of people and ended up meeting up with a group of people I knew.

I walked the floor with them a bit until the point that I grabbed a stack of plastic cups sitting on a table and threw them at one of the con security guards. I immediately start running at full speed as three security guards started chasing me. My friends apparently looked around for me for a bit and found me outside a set of doors, hiding in the bushes around the hotel. When they found me they asked how I got away from the guards. My responce was, "I'm a mother fucking ninja!" At this point I jumped up and ran away from them yelling, "You can't catch me, I'm a fucking NINJA!"

After this I called my fellow hotel room mate and told him to meet me at the room. I hung up on him then called him back yelling at him for hanging up on me. He headed back to the room (he was only buzzed) and waited for me to get there. 30 minutes later he heard *Thunk* *Thunk* *THUNK* on the hotel room door. He opens the door and sees me standing in the hall way wearing a Chinese worker straw hat (which I apparently stole from someone) and a road cone I picked up on the way back to the hotel room. I handed him the road cone, walked over and lined up two shots. I forced my friend to take one with me and poured two more shots. He told me I might want to sit down before I took the next one, which I agreed I should do. I sat down on the bed, fell backwards, and passed out. I was so far gone that they apparently poked and pushed me around without me even waking up.

We woke up the next morning (with me in my hat hugging the road cone) and thought that I did enough damage that night to go back home without going back to the con. Leaving the hotel room we see one of the potted plants that had been ripped out of the base and thrown across the hallway. I sat there wondering if I did this as one of the people that stayed in the room across from us came out of the room. He told me that they saw me rip the plant out of the base and try to break the hotel window with it at 3am. I apparently didn't say a word to them as I walked over and knocked on the hotel room door (with the road cone).

Needless to say, I was incredibly hungover and fell asleep in the backseat of the car on the way home. It took me two days to get over my hangover.

I have a lot more stories, but this is my favorite from my set of drinking stories.

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