So. I borrow my sister's car...
And head out for the night.
First stop is of course to have something to eat so the inevitable 400 beers at least have company in my gut.
A few mates and I choose a cheap pasta place, sit down on the footpath table and order. While it's coming, we start in on the drinks and inevitably, someone breaks the seal and has to go to the toilet.
He comeS back later with two bottleS in his hand: "Look! The loo's right next to the store room! I got us a couple of bottles of something!"
It was mineral water so we all laughed and he was shamefaced.
Then he got up, went back to the toilet and emerged... with an 18 gallon keg of beer.
Straight into the back of my sister's car it goes, down the gullet goes the pasta and away we are, in search of keg-tapping equipment.
By sheer fluke, we find someone who has the gear, set it up and phone everyone we know... and start drinking.
Fast forward to the next morning and I'm driving home, one eye closed to stop the double vision and no idea where I am (I had somehow ended up at a girl's house... another story).
Stopped at the lights, looked over at the car next to me in time to see a guy light up a cigarette.
Just the thought was enough and about 2 gallons of beer and pasta came up projectile style.
Straight into the dashboard (with recessed guages that filled up) down the inside of the windscreen, all over the wheel, the carpet and the seat.
It was on the rearview mirror, down the gearstick well, etc etc etc.
And of course me.
Picture a vomit bomb going off and you'd be spot on.
It took about two of the worst hours of my life to get it cleaned up but at least the car was clean when I dropped it back.
Then about an hour later my outraged sister is banging on my door demanding to know what the hell I had done to her car.
I'd cleaned the vomit, but hadn't noticed the incredible amount of damage a full beer keg rolling around in the back of a hatchback can do.
Ah well.
Got a shag though!
( difficultchild, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 22:58, 5 replies)

It's the least you deserved
For driving whilst drunk. Shame on you.
(Mrs Ballunatic counting calories, not votes., Fri 8 Jan 2010, 10:19, closed)

Very true
I was young and stupid enough to think the day after meant I was fine... lost my license a few months later for the exact same thing and haven't driven after going near a drink since. Just glad the only damage was to the car (and my wallet).
( difficultchild, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 22:05, closed)

While the story amuses me
You are a complete tool for driving drunk.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 13:57, closed)

Agreed. See above.

( difficultchild, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 1:00, closed)

I should probably point out this was Adelaide, South Australia
and I was in the hills, driving from one property to the next. The only thing I could have hit was a rock
( difficultchild, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 1:02, closed)