So, some of my friends from Des Moines came up to see me a couple weekends ago. One of them, Nick, had little money. He only ate at my house, and even then sparingly. We'd purchased weekend passes for our metra, and had been going downtown often to see the sights and party.

Eventually, and naturally, my friends decided that they needed to get drunk. We found a couple film students to party with, and they got my friends about 200 oz of alcohol (Magnum malt liquor). Considering there was three of them, there was about an even distribution of 66 oz per person. That's five and a half beers. Nick, decided to get even more. On an empty stomach, he consumed probably about 90 oz of alcohol. The first 40 oz was slammed in ten minutes as we were heading to the train station.

Well, we boarded the train. My friends had at least one fourty each and they were drinking exessively. Me, being a teetotaller, wound up babysitting my drunken mess of friend-vomit. Nick, the "main character" of this story was being abnormally belligerent. He was pulling everyone's hair, laughing loudly and generally being retarded. My friends, Andy & Dan mantained cool composure and we made it home just fine.

That can't be the end of my story, can it? It can't otherwise why would I be posting in S&A? So, Nick is drunk. I don't mean "Buzzed," either. I mean Nick is completely trashed. He is wrecked, totalled, down for the count, done for the night. He decides that he needs to spill his "love" life out onto everyone's lap. That's okay, it happens you know. He tells us about some girl named "Anna," basicallt Annette from "Cruel Intentions." Anna is a goody-two-shoes with a love of Jesus and a virginal system.

He starts talking about her, he can't stop. At this moment, he has the mentality of a five year old. He can't maintain his composure at all. He decides to call her. Thankfully for poor Nick, she doesn't pick up. It's obvious at this point, though, that she probably doesn't like him back. Back in his dorms she showed an indifference towards him, and she doesn't answer any of his calls. He has a picture of her in his wallet, and carries it everywhere. The night was spent with him mourning "Where's Anna? I wanna talk to Anna! She's so pretty, you know!" He spent most of the time talking about her exemplifying her more superficial qualities. It's not bad that he focuses on the physical aspect of the relationship, but since she doesn't like him it was more annoying than cute.

So, he got frustrated about Anna's complete and total ambivalence towards him. He got depressed and started screaming, insisting that we go out to "find some pussy." I remember telling him he was in no shape to find anything. He screamed and started pulling other people's hair. We broke down and decided to take him along main street to find some wimminz. We ran into a group of kids. I kept walking, I wanted to meet friends on my own. I didn't want to meet new people when my friends were in town.

Nick, having pounded about 90 oz of alcohol an hour earlier had just got done puking all over everything. There was a group of kids laughing at him. He, naturally, walks up to them and tries to be friends.

Well, he wound up puking all over my reputation with the people I could have met in or around my area. I don't want people to think I'm a drunken mess. I don't even drink, you know? I don't smoke weed, I don't do drugs. When I go out to bars I used to drink milk or cranberry juice (my aunt was a bartender in small town Iowa.)

I know it's a terrible thing to think about my reputation at a time like this, but this is ridiculous. I want to reverse some of the damage done come the time when I go to school (June 10th.) Anyone got any advice?

SHORT VERSION: My friend is a drunken mess and ruined my reputation. Now I look like I'm some kind of terrible drunk.

TL/DR

Fag.

Did you just tl;dr your own post

Glad you asked: Yes, I did.

Hehehehehe...TL/DR'd your own post...That's a first for me.

Anyhoo...

When you go back just be yourself, mate.

If anyone says anything, you just say that your buddy was wasted and didn't know what the Hell was going on.
My brother is the same way. He'll get drunk and piss people off for the fun of it and I am left to do the apologies. I still manage to make friends.

That's all I can really suggest because that's the only rational answer I can see.

Apart from denial!

Well, I figured if I didn't do it then someone else would. I figured I'd just get it over with.

"No, man, that was my twin brother..."

Glad you asked: Yes, I did.

so is this like reverse phsycology, you TL;DR 'd you'r post so that we would read the post and coment? or am I looking way too deep

so is this like reverse phsycology, you TL;DR 'd you'r post so that we would read the post and coment? or am I looking way too deep

A little too deep.

I think you are making waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy too big a deal about your "reputation being ruined". It seems to me you have a certain bias against drinking and drugging (although you do hang out with people that do). There is nothing wrong with that in the least, and I'm the last person to judge anyone at what chemicals they do or do NOT put into their system. Where I think you are off base on this, is mistakenly thinking that everyone else has the same mindset.

Yeah, your friend was a drunken fool, and anyone that has partied even a little bit has encountered this (more than likely being that drunken fool themselves). Now as annoying as he was, and as much of a pain in the ass that evening it was taking care of him.....chances are you are the only one that has put such profound thought into all of this. You were with a dude that was a drunken fool........that's it, end of story. This is not a reflection on you. If anything, in the future if you run into these people again you have a nice ice-breaker. "Hey remember me, I was with that drunken idiot puking his guts out for an hour in the bushes? I wanted to get to know you all better then, but trying to keep my friend out of trouble was quite a task".

The situation would be completely different if you willingly brought a drunken idiot over to a friend's house or party or something else. They would then look at you as the vehicle of bringing the problems into their event that has now ruined it......(he puked all over the bathroom, starting fights, just being a general ass). In THAT scenario people could get rubbed the wrong way thinking....."dude, why did you bring that asshole over here...blah, blah, blah". At that point it would be a reflection of your judgement...and an attitude THEN could be taken towards YOU.

But the scenario you described? Its no big deal man, try and realize that YOU are making more out of this than everyone else. Your rep should be fine.

I used to be a huuuuuge druggy. You know, that guy at the party on 'shrooms? You could smoke with him for hours and he wouldn't show any signs of being high? Yeah, that was me. But, then there was an... incident.

*flashback, there's a screeching, crashing noise.*

That same drunken idiot got drunk and crashed into a pole. Ever since then I've been sober for the past year. I still kind of talk like a stoner, though. I make stoner jokes and I laugh at stoner shit. I guess I'll always be one of those people considered "burnouts," it's been like this before I smoked weed/did drugs.

too long -> refuse to read

let me get this straight?

so i heard "the first 40 ounces wash slammed in ten minutes"

Thats not exactly "slamming", thats more like sipping tea babushka style....

and then "he puked from 90 ounces of beer" (your buddy is an uberpussy, telll him to hold in his liqour, babushka could drink more)

and YOU sir are overreacting, he didnt "ruin your reputation" frankly i doubt anyone gives a shit about your reputation.

GOD NATT!

If he's your friend then you should stick by his ass wasted or not. It's only that one day.

Oh and go drink some more milk you pussy! Or should I say pussyCAT! Ahahahaha get it? Pussy cat? Cause you drink milk.

bye