The stupidest thing you've ever done

This was really, really, really stupid of me.

April, 1991. The Gulf war had ended and my ship, USS Blue Ridge, was finally returning to Yokosuka, Japan. One of our first port calls was to Dubai in the United Arab Emirates. Unlike Saudi Arabia, alcohol is available, but only in hotels.

Okay. So my buddies and I hit the city and stop at a hotel pub and drink lots of beer. After the beer we were hungry, and decided to GET A PIZZA. Yes, there's a Pizza Hut in Dubai.

Well, sir, we ate a couple o' pies and were feeling pretty good. That's when we decided to return to the hotel bar...

...where we decided to do shots of tequila! And vodka! Oh, the drinks flowed, mixing in with the beer and pizza.

Somehow I was able to get back on the ship (they usually stop you if you appear drunk) and I headed for the berthing where I slept. I collapsed into bed, and then puked on everything, and woke up in sick bay, because I could have died.

Not very smart.

In shot glasses that looked more like rocks glasses....Just put them down one after another...

I have never had a more wicked hangover in my entire life. I was in bed the entire next day, the room was still spinning and I had to crawl to answer the phone. Alcohol poisoning and I can't drink tequila anymore...

Uhh...I can't even drink hard liquor any more. I was a big drinker until about the age of 28 and I've reached a point now, at 35, where I really don't drink. I have the occasional beer (like once every six months) but that's it.

But in the few years after the Dubai incident, I couldn't even smell tequila without getting sick. That's some bad mojo.

...and more tequila with pop... It tasted so good & I was only seventeen! Whoa, what a mistake. My first close-to-death experience came riding my bike home after that. Ended up with a badly sprained ankle instead, thank god.

...DU and another forum after doing something that I will regret for the rest of my life.

Because the thing I did that led me to positng on DU and another forum was really screwed up and stupid to begin with. And it is something I prefer not to talk about.

But the posts didn't lead to my getting mod warnings or anything. I didn't turn into this evil Aussie and begin calling people names or anything horrible like that. It was more of an embarrassment to me and someone else.

Here's mine: (well what I remember of it)

Me and my friend Matt decided that a 5th of Jack Daniel's and a 5th of Jim Bean would be just enough whiskey to split between. The shots start and before I know it the alcohol is all gone.

Matt then brought up an idea that we should play a game. A game called "Break the liquor bottle on your head". The first player knock the bottle against there head. The second player then does it a little harder. Whoever breaks the bottle wins.

I won.

p.s. I turn 21 in 9 days. :P

when I was first old enough to vote, absolutely the STUPIDEST thing I have ever done. :silly: :puke:

we had a class debate for the 1984 presidential election.

I gave the speech for Ronnie Rayguns. Funny thing is, my dad's a die-hard liberal, and didn't say anything about it until YEARS later.

:puke:

OK. When I was 4 1/2 years old, my mother let me drive the shopping cart in the supermarket. I pushed it too fast and it went slamming into a shelf full of wine. I must have broken at least 12 wine bottles.

And I don't think this one was stupid - my group just needed someone to fill the role.

I was a drag queen complete with a halter-top, midrift, and a mini-skirt in a vignette for both my advanced speech and drama classes. I wasn't really ashamed for accepting the role.

that which you must be at the moment!!!

Doh~

Masterkey-- :)

I'm willing to bet there are a number of people on this board who voted for "Raygun" back in '80. And besides, how could you have known the devestation GWB was going to bring back then?

as governor of Texas. Those of us who were stuck with him as our governor for nearly 2 terms are not in the least surprised by the "devestation" he was wrought as president. He practiced here before taking his show on the road.

on edit: meant 2 terms not 2 years

* became Governor in 1995. At the time of his retirement next January, we in Texas will have been dealing with his stank ass for 10 years.

not 2 years. Oops. I fixed it.

:hi: and welcome to DU

....even after several other people have tried to debate the asshat with the same result! :evilfrown:

I'd have to shoot you. Which I would find unpleasant and messy.

:evilgrin:

...who claimed to love me.

Oh, sex can cloud a man's mind.

(I survived. But I'm still bitter.)

My daughter's 1st grade teacher had a bridal shower at a neighbors house. I was invited. I live in Los Altos - think super rich snobbery to the Nth degree, fueled by Silicon Valley $$$.
I had had a reaaaaaly busy day, and had eaten NOTHING, I show up at the shower with a hastily purchased gift. They are serving 4-5 different hour-dourves - all with nuts (I have an analyphalactic allergy to nuts) except for the prosciutto melon (I eat 8-10). They are serving white wine.

Stop here....I don't do white wine!!!!! I like reds.

What did I do? I drank white wine - with the host's mother - in the hidden arbor. We had such fun!!! She was a hoot!!! Then she disappeared (found out later that she had passed out). I exit the arbor zone to a bunch of partially wasted mothers presenting offerings to their children's teacher.

TOO BOMBED FOR THAT!!!!!!!

I suggest we all swim in the pool. I proceed to take off my dress. Fortunately (and not envisioned in my inebriated state) I was wearing both black bra and panties!!

The exclamation points are there because no one knew how completely plowed I was, and they thought I was wearing a swimming suit!!!!!!!
\I was the life of the party 'till I passed out and had to be driven home.

That was 4 years ago. Nothing similar has happened since - why??? Because I eat before drinking, and I will never, never, again drink white wine in the sun!!!!

I was 11 at the time and a very angry, frustrated child. That car was in bad shape when I finished with it. It was so bad, my parents talked about sending me to "Sandy Pines"--a local mental institution for children.

It was really blown out of proportion.

the repairs would come right out of their college fund.

During the first few days of my first marriage, years ago. Only a very few people have ever heard this story -- until now.

My wife and I were about to go out, and were getting cleaned up. I'd had a couple of shots of Wild Turkey, and was feeling very jolly and amped up. My wife was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, using those hot steam curlers that were popular years ago (they sort of heated up in a box, with a closed lid).

I got out of the shower, and in my "anything for comedy" mood, I thought I had a brilliant sight gag to entertain the wife. I stepped over to the steam curlers, and (ahem) put a very sensitive part of my anatomy over them. Just before I opened the box to emit a cloud of steam to complete the wacky gag, I uttered, "Look, honey, steamed weenie," and opened to box to emit a cloud of white-hot steam.

The next words out of my mouth were "Ice! Ice! Ice!" I filled the tub with cold water and packed ice around my scorched areas. My wife was alternating between giggles and open-mouthed shock: "I can't believe you did that! I can't believe you did that!" Frankly, I couldn't believe it, either.

Our dinner plans were scrapped for a trip to the ER. The doc said, "You've got second-degree burns there." I came up with a BS shore-story about how I "knocked the steam curlers off the sink," etc. I don't think he bought it, but he didn't ask any questions, either. The next few days were uncomfortable, to say the least.

How I ever did anything so incredibly stupid is still beyond me. This was one of the biggest live-and-learn lessons I ever had, that's for sure.

brilliant.

just brilliant!

Now if I do not fall of my broom.......

Now I don't have a husband, or my best friend.

With all the stupid things I've done...Well once I deliberately drank 15 consecutive shots of Jack Daniels, threw a beer bottle at a stripper and tried to fight four HUGE bikers all by myself. The circumstances behind all this stupidity are still somewhat hazy; it had something to do with a breakup with the mother of my son. She was cheating and I was angry. Have never touched whiskey of any kind since that time.

We used to live in a townhouse development. One of our neighbors was a terminally self-absorbed, inconsiderate Republican with a very out of control dog. We stupidly defended them when a group of neighbors demanded that they either get rid of the dog or use a device to stop her incessant (and very loud,) barking.

We had finally had enough of the townhouse neighborhood, so we bought a house in a development ten miles away. We were so thrilled at our new acquisition that we stupidly told the obnoxious neighbor with the dog where we were moving.

He and his wife drove to our new development and bought next door to us the next day. They couldn't wait to get back to the townhouse to tell us all about it. Here's the second most stupid thing I've ever done: We didn't flip the deal on our new house.

We have been dealing with this couple and their dogs, his dirt bike, his drum kit, and his car alarm for the past four years. We will now spend a fortune to get rid of them. Here's the scariest part of all: We were stone cold sober through all of this.

Julie

Steak & cyanide.

Stops dog barking permanently.

Sounds like this asshole deserves it.

:shrug:

It's not her fault that her owners are inconsiderate assholes who never should have been allowed to have pets at all, let alone a very high-maintenance breed of dog.

However, I told our agent that I am going to church to light a candle. I'm praying that the neighbors get the full dose of what's going to happen when someone buys our house that does not have the patience we've exhibited for the past four years. According to Animal Control, they'll get three warnings, then the dogs will be taken. The local constabulary also assures me that they are "just waiting" to catch the guy riding his dirt bike on the street, because they've received "hundreds of complaints" from scores of other homeowners. They can't ticket without catching him in the act.

I also had more than a passing thought about buying a rooster and keeping him in our backyard until Mr. Asshat got our message (and then donating the rooster to a local farmer.)

The moral of this story? Sometimes, even if one loses money on the deal, it's better to just walk away.

Julie

I'll set the scene for you:

The week before the first week of college, freshman year, August 1984

North Texas State University, Denton, Texas

I had 2 roommates. 1 had showed up, 1 had not.
First roommate introduced me to 2 friends she'd met at orientation, and we proceeded to hang out orientation week. Roommate 1, Kim, had to go out of town that weekend to her job in the mid-cities (it's a commuter school since it's so close to Dallas)

Sandra and Stacey, (the two friends) and I went to the big athlete's dorm one night so they could hang with some guys they thought were cute.

In all, I had 5 Coors Lites, 2 red wine coolers, and finished the bottom eighth of a bottle of Jack Daniels.

The next thing I remember, I was underneath one of the beds with my feet hanging out. (They must have pushed me under there while they were all making out). I remember the RA coming to the door and telling them they were making too much noise, and I could see his shoes from the light in the hall. (They were making "Wicked Witch of the East" jokes. Ar ar)

Soon, it was 1:30 or 2 AM, the time when all chicks had to be out of the guys' wings, and vice-versa. Sandra and Stacey said their goodbyes to the guys, and then Stacey and I headed for the elevators (we were up about 8 floors).

I had to lean against the wall, and was feeling pretty bad. "Stacey, I don't feel so good."

"Come on-- we'll get you outside, you'll get some fresh air-- everything will be fine."

The minute we got into the elevator, WHOOSH! All over the front of me, my shoes, and the floor of the elevator. She was horrified. We had just met THAT week, and she was torn between helping me and pretending she'd never met me in her life. Fortunately, she was a better person than that.

When the doors opened in the lobby, the disgusted onlookers just stared. Stacey negotiated me out the door, back up the street to our dorm, then UP 3 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS to my room.

When we got to my door, we managed to find my keys, she helped me insde, closed the door, and I passed out on the floor. Around 5 or 6 AM, I finally got out of my clothes and tennis shoes and soaked them in cold water in the sink.

What a horrible night. The Kerr Hall janitors say my memory lives on!

I'd send her flowers!

>When we got to my door, we managed to find my keys, she helped me insde, closed the door, and I passed out on the floor. Around 5 or 6 AM, I finally got out of my clothes and tennis shoes and soaked them in cold water in the sink.<

Stacey was a good roommate and an even better friend. I'm glad that you were okay after all that!

When I was a Swinging Single Girl, one of my old roommates drank most of a bottle of RumpleMinze one night and threw up while she was asleep (!) She woke up the next morning with her pillowcase stuck to her face.

Ewww.

Julie

We didn't really have a whole lot in common, sad to say. It was one of those "living in the same dorm" kind of friendships, but it seems like she either left school or switched dorms (as did I), and we just didn't keep in touch.

Heck, I was pretty close to my 2 roommates, and I haven't talked to them in years. Knowing their personalities and idiosyncrasies, I'd say they're definitely Repugs at this point.

It was like 2 in the morning and I had dropped a friend off at his place after a concert. I got lost trying to find my way out of his town and pulled into this parking lot to turn around and get my bearings.

I did my u-turn in the parking lot and everywhere I looked there were DO NOT ENTER signs everywhere. In front of me, behind me, and to the left and to the right. It was crazy. Just how is someone supposed to get out of this lot with do not enter signs in every direction? So i said fuck it and turned right....right onto the train tracks. My cars front end was stuck right on the tracks, the back wheels were still on the pavement. I was freaking out cause I was stuck and driving my dad's car. I put the car in reverse, got out of the vehicle and pushed it back onto the pavement, then jumped back in.

That may have been the stupidest thing i ever did.

i had already comeout...and he told me he was bi...and i had a lot of gay male friends and i really did not want him to have the prejudices of people to deal with...so i told him that he should reconsider dating men as his life would just get harded (i was also really really high when he told me)...i should not have said those things

I was attending a community college in Southern California and playing in the concert band. The band went on tour to the San Francisco area for several days and stayed in the town itself for our last night before heading back home. Hence, it was our “free night.” Many of us went to parties in rooms and out on the town.

I discovered that even though I was only 18 years old at the time, I could buy liquor at some of the liquor stores. Well, toward the end of the evening, I was talking with two other students (a guy and a gal—I think they were interested in each other) on the roof of the hotel next to the pool when we decided to get some booze. I offered to go down the street to the nearby liquor store and away I went.

Up to this time, I hadn’t bought a variety of liquor staying mostly within in the realm of beer, but since the other couple suggested wine, I thought I’d try out my wine prowess. I looked around and found to my delight two bottles in the refrigeration unit of a wine called “Thunderbird” for only $0.79 a bottle!! And they were chilled!! I thought to myself “What luck!! Not only to find a wine for that price, but for it to be chilled too!!”

I took the bottles back to the hotel and returned to the pool area where the couple was still visiting. I’ll never forget the look on the guy’s face when I pulled the bottles out of the bag. His seemed to acquire a sickly look as he said in a low voice, “Oh…Thunderbird.” I asked “This is all right, isn’t it?” and he replied, “Uh…yeah…” So we drink the wine, or rather, they sipped from one of the bottles while I guzzled the other…

Needless to say, it was one of the worst mornings ever…:hangover:

And it ruined my taste for white, sweet wine. x(

1) getting married the first time (when you're thinking to yourself as the Justice of the Peace is reading the vows that this is probably a mistake, it is definitely a mistake)

and

2) playing some damn card game that involved having to drink shots or chug beers with three people who each weighed at least 50 pounds more than me (one of whom weighed 150 pounds more than me). I was also on Wellbutrin. You're not supposed to drink on Wellbutrin. I found out why you're not - I nearly ended up in the ER with seizures.

Without being too graphic, it neccessitated a trip to the emergency room...

That happened to my friend once. He said it was the most painful moment of his life. I'm wincing just thinking about it. Eeeek. Sorry that happened to you. Shudder.

:P

:wow:

...but they often WISH they would. :P

you are explaining the woes of 14-year-old boys to a 14 year old boy.

I threw a beer bottle out of a moving car and it hit a cop car :evilgrin: Luckily I was young ... so I didn't get into much trouble.

I was too trusting and got involved in some REALLY bad relationships :(
I'm over that now :D

'Nuf said, right? Oh, you want more? Ok.

Skiing. Late night. Wiped out, broke boot shell. (Yes, that can happen.) Sprained ankle. Bad.

Friends aren't done skiing yet. What do I do? Well, there's a bar in the lodge. I've got a credit card. What do you think?

Well, after several pitchers alone - and a humiliating exchange with a proximate ski bunny - I've still got my credit card. And the ski resort RENTS equipment.

Anyway - you get the picture. Needless to say, an ankle CAN swell up to the size of a basketball. It ain't been right since.

drunk driving as a teenager...please note that I DO NOT do this anymore!!