Does a very severe hangover count for the purposes of this thread?

I fucking love beer!

Only if you're trying to fix it with the hair of the dog :p

So, I just drank a couple of Guiness. And as soon as I find my pants, I'm of the a night that will be remembered in songs and legends!

good on you lad! i'm well on the way with vodka, whiskey, underberg, deep purple and long since seen friends!!

The last few days I've been out raiding every liquor store in town (note: anything stronger than 4,7% can only be sold in outlets owned by the state) looking for just the right mixture of beers for Christmas. Mainly Norwegian beers, as traditional Norwegian food goes best with traditional Norwegian beer, but I also took the chance to pick up some non-Norwegian, non-Christmassy brews.

So now I'm going to enjoy an Innis & Gun Rum Cask. I'm quite fond of the standard Innis & Gun, although the smooth finish with hints of vanilla isn't for everyone, so I'm looking forward to it. Yesterday I had an Innis & Gunn Blonde, which was quite nice, although not too dissimilar to the standard, but this one is supposed to be more spicy.

Worek lunch, again, out drank my english/irish/scotish counterparts. I am trashed but still won't have a hangover, woohoo!

I'm sure they love it when i put down 4 hours of admin time fgater these lunches. Heh, closed down the lunch with the boss and one other Amreican who also out drinks them.

oooo this sounds interesting! Please Orcy tell us more, leave no sordid detail out! ;D

There's not much to tell, it's the pre-Christmas party work lunch, we'll all get more trashed at the actual party and I'll watch my boss hitting on a chick that's a flat out 10/10 even though she's probably over 30. He may or may not get her back to bed, but he's pretty well off and above average looking from what I can tell so many women would be morons to select the 20 year old weight lifter instead.

For my part, I work in an American business started mostly by foreigners for the reputation for being able to drink. Now, I have a very Scottish last name and my beard may happen to be flaming red (and I might just look like a chubby extra from Braveheart) but I still don't think that takes away from the shame when I outdrink a bunch of Brits and Scots (and one sorta Irish).

I take particualr relish in not havign a hangover after all the drinking and 4 hours of sleep.

yeah I'm an asshole. We all gott ahave our little thing, though, don't we?

EDIT: Yeah, trhere was an ugly sw2eater contest and the guy wearing the hot pink sweater won (which, incidentally would have looked ugly even on a Playboy model in an airbrused picture).

Thanks for sharing man, cheered me up! =D I have been to a few of these parties where my boss has gotten hammered. It's a riot. If any out there are reading this: If you have a compnay Christmas Party, you probably want to go, you will be in for a treat! ;)
Thanks again Orcy, now go to sleep for awhile, or eat something tasty. I think you are a great part of the GOG community by the way ! :-)

Thank you, and I think I need to pop zombie heads for awhile:) No sleep for now!

Well during my time in Europe( most of my time in Germany) as a exchange student my other american exchange students and German friends went to clubs and rave clubs (im 18) so it was legal to go, and when there was a bad ass song on I downed alot of shots of JD and various other drinks which burned a hole through my wallet, I felt invincible and confident to hit on any good looking chick I saw and after I talked her into "spending some alone time together" I needed to go to the restroom first and when I went there I just collapsed and fell into a deep sleep and woke up 3 in the morning...biggest failure of my life so far, at least I didn't have a hangover.

hehe, I made it back home, into the shower, then I passed out, shower on. Thankfully the drain wasn't clogged with hair or else I would've drowned.

Also crashed into a parking lot wall once, got out, took off running back home, 6.5 mile run piss drunk, when I got home, HOLY SHIT moment because I forgot to grab my keys out of the car. Had to go to the police station to get keys since car had been impounded. Cop looked me in the eye after I gave him some bullshit story about freaking out since my insurance cards weren't in the car and he asked if I'd been drinking. I told him yes and he didn't bust my ass just for being honest with him.

And now that I think about, didn't have a hangover either.

These are also probably my lowest moments.

Monbazillac (sweet wine). Perfect with apple pie.

Sounds tasty, though I love beer, I might be in poor company were I to head back to La Douce France.