Posted in SG, belongs here. Them foos have no stories anyways...

ITT we share our most chaotic experiences that society collectively refers to as "partying". Personally, I see it as much more than that.

Stories can include drug trips, roadtrips, clubs, houseparties, etc.

*Note: keep your stories in the same tense throughout, fuckin English class dropouts...

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My most epic tale takes place in a small Alberta resort town called Banff. Me and two buddies depart on a five day snowboard trip in December of '06. Our lack of planning and THC-soaked organizational skills, leaves us staying at three different hotels in five nights.


First Night:

We settle into our suite around 7pm and already feel like we need to make up some lost ground, so we head down to the Pump & Tap for drinks (shots). After feeling like this place is way too European/footballish/hooliganish, and we are starting to get drunk, we head to the Hoodoo lounge which we felt was much more akin to our feeling of wanting to party hard.

Not long after arriving, it comes to our attention that this place is full of hot tourists and cheap ecstacy (see: winning combination). We meet this Australian girl named Beck (short for Becky, I think), who sells us each a pill. I proceed to get her number because I have a feeling I'll be a repeat customer in the days to come. It isn't long until we've all popped one pill of what turns out to be amazing E.

To our disappointment, after popping the pills we realize it's 1:30 and it's closing time very soon. Some cute Aussie chick takes a picture of her and me cause it's her last night there and she was on E too. I kissed her in the pic, she liked it. I could sense regret in her as the bar closed and we parted ways.

Later that night, around 4-5am, after wandering the streets of Banff completely and utterly fucked on ecstacy, me and Cody manage to enter an abandoned hotel via an elevator with operating keys in it (I know, wtf?). We decide to call Beck and ask if she'll bring us more E (we were planning a threesome). She says no.

Back to hotel, bedtime.


Second Night:

After a long day of boarding, we find ourselves once again predrinking at the Pump & Tap. Once again, the atmosphere begins to feel like Liverpool vs. Arsenal and we get the fuck out of there.

We head over to Aurora, the other "club" in Banff. My buddy Marshall meets this dude who says he's an accomplished DJ, so Marshall get's a little boy crush on him and follows him around for the rest of the night. The guy had hot ass girls with him so I was kind of jealous, but whatever. My time would come.

We head to Hoodoo cause Aurora sucked. Immediately I call Beck. Shortly therafter, we take two magical pills each.... I really only needed one.

- fast forward -

My buddy Cody is walking around licking his palm, eyes half shut, going up to girls and asking them to join him. I remember seeing Marshall dancing by himself in the corner. I recall going up to one of, if not the hottest girl in the bar, and asking her to look into my eyes.

Her: (laughing) Okay.
Me: Don't laugh.
Her: (stops laughing) Okay.
Me: Don't smile.
Her: (straight faced)
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Her: (laughs) Holy shit, you're intense.
Me: I love you.

I really did. I fell in love with that fucking girl man. Wow. She was an angel. I could have looked into her eyes for the whole night. I still sometimes think about her to this day and it's been like two years. That's what you get for taking ecstacy around beautiful snowboard bunnies.

Later on I meet the guy who was fucking her. I was so incredibly jealous, but he was really cool and we actually met him on the hill the next day and proceeded to shred the gnar.

Beck get's kicked out cause a bouncer sees her "transacting".

Bedtime.


Third Night (new hotel):


After another day of E-hungover snowboarding, we plan to have a chilled out night of drinkin a few beers at the Pump & Tap. I have slipped into a slight depression thinking about my experience with the girl the night before (didn't even catch her fucking name ), and we plan to just take it easy for the rest of the trip. No more drugs.

So we call Beck for more ecstacy.

..fuck.


She meets us at the bridge and we buy some more pills off her. Back to the Hoodoo.

This night feels very different in the Hoodoo. It could have been the ecstacy and alcohol binge, or the complete lack of sleep, but I didn't feel right. I'm paranoid. People are shady. They look like evil, scary people. At this point I imagine I have enormous bags under eyes and look like a heroin junkie. I was actually having a "bad trip" on ecstacy.

This negative energy reaches a pinnacle and my fears materialize when Marshall says "Dude, that guys a fuckin cop" and points to a grim looking guy around the age of 27, looking out over the dance floor.

This heightens my sense of fear, tenfold (keep in mind I'm on awesome E for the third night in a row). I also notice a dude on the dance floor that looks completely twisted on drugs, but something was not right about him. He asks me for E, I say "Down the gullet, my friend".

Later on, I see this weird guy talking to "the cop" at a table. Thinking that maybe he might be asking this cop for E, I slide up beside him, nudge him and whisper:

Me: Do you know this guy?
Him: Yeah, why?
Me: I think he's a cop..

*cop stands up *

Cop: COME WITH ME

*drags me to a corner*

Other guy: Easy on him now...

At this point, I thought I was going to fucking die. I have never felt fear like I did that night. I have had nightmares concerning this incident and will never forget that grim, somber fucking face.

Cop: If I were you, I would be very fucking careful about who you call a cop tonight.

Suddenly I realized I was indeed going to survive, they were waiting for Beck, and that I had nothing to worry about. I started to feel way better knowing that we sniffed out an undercover operation.

After that, I went around trying to get laid, telling girls that it wasn't safe here and that I had the answers... "Come with me...". Gotta love ecstacy pick up attempts...

Bedtime.


Fourth Night (new hotel again):

No more ecstacy. That was it.

We agree that tonight would be booze only. We didn't make it snowboarding this day and so we are well rested and have a surplus of energy to burn.

I can't remember what the bar is called, but we get to talkin with this group of people from Edmonton (one smokin hot broad) and we start drinking very heavily. Marshall and this super hot girl are hittin it off, which is good, he's usually too fucked up to pick up women even though they flock to him. Lucky fuck.

So somehow these two get into a chugging contest and Marshall absolutely destroys this chick, I am impressed. I also see nothing but trouble after this contest. He goes for a smoke.

Next thing I hear is the sound of glass breaking.

Marshall is so drunk he throws a chair through the window of the bar. I run to see what's happening. Cody's too busy trying to get laid.

I get outside to see Marshall in a pushing war with a huge bouncer (he's pretty skinny, kind of a pussy). I take it upon myself to fight Marshall so this bouncer won't end his life right there.

I grab him and give one shot to the face. He throws me on the ground a wrestling match ensues. At one point I look up and see an exhaust pipe, then Marshall's face touch the exhaust pipe. Burn to the face. One for me.

Shortly after, we have migrated to the street and all of a sudden are covered in those magical colours of blue and red. Fight's over.

Marshall get's face slammed into the hood of the cop car for "resisting arrest", like I said he's a pussy.

I go back into tell Cody about what happened and he's gone. The little bitch snuck off with the hottie. He would later inform us that he saw us fighting, but would way rather leave with her than fight with us. I would agree. I would also like to note that he did not get laid. They make out for a bit, then she says she has a boyfriend and can't. I find this hilarious.

Bedtime.


Fifth Day:


Marshall knocks on door at 8am. His face is burnt and bruised. There was a crack head in the cell with him and he didn't get any sleep. I laugh my ass off and tell him how big of a fucking loser he is. He says he can't really remember the ordeal, so I inform him. He agrees that he is a loser.

We pack up our stuff and say thank you to Banff for such a wonderful five days. In a way I never want to see that fucking place again, but once we leave, I'm already missing it...

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That's my story. It was the most epic five days of my life. I don't know if it was the drugs or the experience that did it, most likely a combination of the two, but I was certainly a different man when I arrived home from that trip.

We make an annual thing of it now, every December we go to Banff for five days. The '07 trip was not as epic, Marshall brought his bitch of a girlfriend, whom he since dumped... fuckin whore. Hopefully the '08 trip will measure up better to the first one.

One can only hope...



Your turn.

Amazing story, i loved the ending, +1 for you sir!

Normally I would say that this topic has been done to death [it has] and that it was even done recently [I think it has] and then close this.

But I can see you put some time and effort into it [though I can't attest to the quality as I haven't read it; just saned through it-ish]. So I am going to let this stay open this time.

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Thanks, bud.

You know it was a crazy night when you've fallen in love with a transvestite


I consider the following story to be the climax of my drug use, as I slowly calmed down over the year following and almost completely stopped now.

Ehh, actually I'm too tired to type out a story right now. Perhaps tomorrow I'll edit this and use the following as the tl;dr.

One day over winter break a few years ago I decided to stock up on drugs for New Year's Eve. I gathered 20 hits of acid, 12 rolls, and a quad of blow, with the intent of supplying an entire party with a great night. On top of this I was selling weed at the time and had a lot of it. Later that day I bought three cases of beer. I got pretty drunk and ended up killing my entire stash between me and 4 of my friends. Needless to say, we were all completely fucked. And the next day really sucked.

Actually, I thought it was funny how the OP used a story about an expierience Eminem (the rapper) had and either turned it into his own, or, is trying to make it sound like he is M's buddy and was there when it happened.

This story is old, and well documented.


Fail.

Dude.

This has got to be the stupidest fucking post I've ever read on this site.

Just because this story involves ecstacy and and guy named (Shawn) Marshall you assume I stole it from Eminem?!?

I feel sorry for everybody around you.


edit: just for shits and giggles though, you should post a link to this story. I'm assuming it involves ecstacy and maybe a chair through a window... probably a guy named Marshall too!

True that. Trying to play off celeb story's gets old.

Remember that time when we went to Texas and our buddy John pee'd on the Alamo? It was sooo crazy. Thankfully his wife Sharon showed up and got us out of trouble. Whew!! If it wasn't for his kids Jack and Kelley we might have been screwed. OMG!! Dude!!! Wee!!! were so lucky.

P.S. I'm just a normal person. In no way should this be taken to mean anything. I'm a regular cool ass person dude. But maybe just a bit more cooler than you. Okay? DON"T FREAK OUT! OK, maybe I know a person who is famous!! What? I didn't say that!! I wish you guys would recognize who I am and leave me the fuck alone!! You god dam pricks!.


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Drifter, I think you need to lay off on the E. I only read the first 3 nights and stopped cause you guys insisted on repeated use, which is utterly retarded. I hope it got better and you decided to lay off the X.

What is wrong with you? You're draining your mind.


edit: I finished your story and I'm highly disappointed.

It was all that X you nitwit. You get a 3/10 for most epic party/experience.

Drank much liquor whilst smoking a copious amount of cannabis. Threw up.

The end.