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That exact scenario happened to me. Accept my aunt's name is Eugenia and it was mescal instead of SoCo.

And the dog was wearing the villainous version of the monocle. You know what it's called.

Privy water: Blue curacao, grain alcohol, possibly some vodka of questionable lineage, and that weird syrup they use for blue slushies. No, I didn't mix the damned thing. Yes, I did drink it. Then I followed a mud beggar into a maze and paid him a dollar to recite Hamlet's soliloquy in under 30 seconds whilst hanging upside down by his knees and smoking a very fat herbal cigarette. He missed not a single word, and his inflection was perfect. To the best of my knowledge, there was no shih tzu, bespectacled or otherwise.

New Year's Eve, 2002 or 2003. Probably fortunate that I don't remember exactly.

We made use of what we had on hand. Never, EVER try this. I'm serious. Just don't.

Orange juice, Absolut, Chartreuse, Jose Cuervo, and red Hawaiian Punch, in a bowl with ice. Holy hell, it's making me nauseous just thinking about it again.

A buddy and I had an end of the semester "clean out the liquor cabinet" party. Very shortly, there was no real booze left, and we decided to see what creme de menthe and Godiva liqueur tasted like.
Don't do it.
We kept going. Rose's Lime mixer and rum also do not go well, unless you're a pirate operating solely in the Bahamas. And hate yourself.

Sorry, you lost me at "scheduling a meeting." Do they allow patients to congregate at your particular institution?

I spent a summer in college working on a sewer truck. I saw... things I can't unsee. Had to do things I wish I could forget.

{shudder}

As for drinks, I'd say the prairie fire (tequila and tabasco), except that I kind of like prairie fires.

But in high school I tried to make jello shots with grape jello, gin and whiskey. I don't recommend it.

I can't remember the name, which given this story is unsurprising, but there is a card game with a cup. Everyone draws cards and each card is a category or action. Anyway, when a certain card comes up you have to our part of your drink in the central cup. And this continues until some other poor soul gets the card that requires him to DRINK the concoction. by this time there is usually a nice assortment of beer, vodka tonics, rum and cokes, and wine.

A couple times I had to drink one of those. There is a reason I'm vague on the rules of this game. I think it's called "Queens" maybe and is actually quite fun as long as you are not the one stuck with the cup at the end.

TylerDFC, we called that "Circle of Death" in college, and the penalty for breaking the circle of cards was doing the middle shot. That's often a game ender.

My very first alcoholic drink was actually triple sec mixed with strawberry YooHoo. It was disgusting but apparently I didn't care because I ended up drunk and making out with my next door neighbor in his mom's closet later in the night (random).

Hey Melina! *suggestively shakes bottle of YooHoo*

How you doin?

Unlike TK, I don't like Praire Fires so that one is probably right up there for me.

In college, I used to go to ROTC parties (the military is all about the drinking), which naturally involved various types of jungle juice. I probably don't even want to know what was in those - usually lots of vodka, but I think one night our host decided to mix things up with Everclear. I think that was the night I ended up throwing up in my dorm room all over our rug. I threw up so much I wondered if I vomiting blood until my roommate (who is a saint for putting up with me that night) reminded me that the jungle juice was in fact red. She ended up cutting a hole in the rug and we spent the rest of the year with a hole in the floor.

After another one of those parties, the same host (they were usually at his house) got so drunk that when he got up for drill the next morning he couldn't find his keys or his pants - he ended up finding them a month later stuffed under the staircase.

But I haven't had too many super-crazy concoctions. One night I told my ex I wanted a pina colada but supersweet. He decided to add some extra coconut rum but accidentally grabbed the margarita mix instead of the tequila mix - coconut rum and tequila are disgusting together.

Oh, okay, I remembered another one (maybe I should stop with the binge drinking) - last year I was at a Cinco de Mayo party, and my friend's margarita recipe called for 2/5 tequila, 2/5 lemon juice and 1/5 triple sec - is that normal because everyone tells me I'm crazy when I tell them this. Let's just say it was incredibly strong and drinking four in less than two hours with other alcohol - not one of my better ideas.

Maybe I should stop letting people in the Army mix drinks for me. Buy, yes, mix, no.

In high school my sister and I would always get home before our parents did, so we'd get ready for homework time by mixing up whatever liquor we could find with whatever was hanging out in the fridge. A favorite was gin & Tang. It's actually not that bad.

Then, later on in college, I remember going shot for shot one evening with my then-boyfriend and his buddies. I only remember whiskey, So Co, tequila, Jagermeister, and...nope, I don't remember much after that. I don't even know how I got home that night.

Oh geez, this isn't about me but ...

When I was in college the school rented a bus to take students to a basketball game a couple hours away. That bus was a liquor store on wheels: beer, brandy, schnapps, I have no idea what else. It all got passed around and I'm not one to refuse a free swallow.

Side note: At one point in the trip the cheerleaders in the back started chanting "WE GOTTA PEE!" and they made the driver pull over so they could all trot out into a field and write their names in the snow.

Back to story: The game was already about 10 minutes over when we arrived, and my friend Mark and I picked out a couple seats in the bleachers. I was feeling fine until I looked up to see what the score was and couldn't make the board come into focus. Ohhhh. I spent the rest of the game with my head between my knees, but I managed not to retch.

Instead, when the game I ended I said to Mark, "Come on, we gotta get the bus," and looked over and he was barfing in the bleachers. All over the bleachers. He looked at me and said, "I can't," then BLEAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH. I said, "Come on, you have to," and half dragged him to the bus ...

You know, it didn't occur to me until this moment that some miserable bastard of a janitor had to clean up the splatter the next day. Ew.

Hey Bob Loblaw, are you from Boston, recently relocated to the DC area?

When I was 19, both of my parents worked over 100 miles away. They stayed in a motel near work every Tuesday and Thurday night, which meant all the parties were at my house. We would get any kind of liquor we could (underage, ya know) and drink until he couldn't feel feelings anymore. I was making Planter's Punch (rum, OJ, and grenadine) all night long until we ran out of OJ.

We still had some old Budweiser....

So, being the friendly drunken host that I was (and still am), I mixed up light rum, old Budweiser, and grenadine. It was so pretty and flourescent pink that I handed it to my best freind and said, "Drink this!" He prompty too one large gulp, gave me a look I have never seen before or since, shot out of his seat, and ran bouncing off the walls of the hallway into the bathroom.

We didn't make it to the toilet...

Instead, he filled (and I mean filled) the SINK with bright pink fettucini alfredo. And left it there till morning.

The best part was the next morning he was in the bathroom in fucking hazmat gear throwing up while cleaning his puke.

New transported man, not me I'm afraid, I'm from and currently in Ireland!

Schpida (he is our hero), I fixed that for ya. Now stop posting while drunk.

Vodka.

Apple juice.

Nightmares afterward. Not recommended.

At one of my good friends bachelor parties I was that guy, the resident alcoholic, the guy that would drink anything. Well, I was also the guy that rarely got drunk. So, my friends decided to make me what they called the "Ultimate Weapon." They basically took every type of liquor (which included the different varieties of beer) and poured it into one tall glass which I then had to chug. Not that bad, except the Bailey's had curdled on the top already.

I used to drink a lot of Bacardi 151 because it was like getting two fifths for the price of one. 3 shots and I would be lit like a Christmas tree. This was a few years ago during my freshmen days but I still have flashbacks every time I put gas in my car.

The single grossest thing would have to be the time I chased Popov with a soup at hand clam chowder. It was surprisingly effective. I refuse to drink bottom shelf vodka anymore because I've had so many horrible experiences.

Guinness.

I went to several parties in college with a Jungle Juice bucket. Your ticket in the door was a bottle of something, it didn't matter what, and it went in the 10 gallon bucket in the middle of the room. Every once in a while one of the hosts would throw a 2 liter of 7-up in the mix to help keep it moderately palatable. A couple of times it was sweet and tasty and knocked you on your ass. Other times it was more "Dear GOD what did I just consume??"