8 Places Around The World I had A Little Too Much… (Alcohol)

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Sometimes I wonder if my mental techniques of remembering places I’ve visited are a little weird. I usually recollect moments by the books I bought or movie theaters I visited. Sometimes, it’s about the people – strangers even – that I encountered for a few minutes or restaurants I ate at, or farts I passed while bunking in the same room with friends (go back and read that again. You read it right the first time round).

Of course souvenirs – such as my shot glass collection – are obvious reminders. Still, I wonder if others link their travel memories to obscure happenings like I do.

A little while back, during a family event, one of my younger cousins had a little too much to drink for the first time. As his friend carried his unsteady self to bed, we sat out giggling – it’s allowed to be mean when family is concerned – and my sister happen to mention, to my mother, that “aren’t you glad we never did something like this?”

That got me thinking. In case of my sister it was probably true, but as for me, could it be that – to paraphrase an iconic dialogue from Usual Suspects – I had pulled the greatest trick ever by convincing the world – my parents – that I never had too much to drink?

While I am not proud of any of these moments, they do stand true. Now, as a husband and father, I am also glad that I never took my drinking beyond a limit and whenever I did cross it, I lucked out that nothing bad happened to me or anyone around me. I did always make sure, even when I was drunk, never to drive or misbehave, and I’m glad and thankful for having that much sense even in an uninhibited state.

Over the years, my preference for drinking alcohol has matured into being something I enjoy and cherish for taste and not something that needs to be done to “fit in” or look cool.

My cousin woke up with a mighty hangover the next day and with little knowledge of what had happened the previous night. Even though I doubt he reads me posts, this one is dedicated to him, because moments like this do happen, but it’s up to us not to make them a common occurrence.

Also, Mom and Dad, in case you do read this, now you know the truth.


wine-bottleHotel Drago, Lago di Garda, Italy
– The very first time in my life I had wine. I might have had a sip or two earlier but it was during a fall trip from college that I had my first ever proper glass of wine or five (glasses of wine).

A group of us had descended into a relatively cold and rainy Italy, staying in the beautiful Lago di Garda region, exploring essential cities Likes Venice and Verona. Wine was in the air and it was a time when I coined the term “unpacking” – inside joke. You can see I’m still proud of that.

I had purchased a pack of three wine bottles and with no plans to carry them back had organized an impromptu “get together” in my room. It included informing my trip roommate – with whom I did not get along – that I needed the room free as I planned to speak with my girlfriend – imaginary – for a while. Yes! I know it was a stupid excuse and I know he knew that it was just an excuse but I was young and he couldn’t care less.

As I had one glass after another I still remember getting light headed. If you’ve had wine, you’d know that it hits you when you least expect it, but because I was in my room and because it was a small party I never went past beyond tipsy.

What I do remember is lying in bed, half asleep, when my roommate came back. I had my eyes half open in fear as he stood there mumbling, looking at the empty wine bottles, for a good 10 minutes.

I don’t remember exactly when sleep took over me, but it was only after I made sure that my roommate was snoring.

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Schwäbisch Gmünd, Germany – A sleepy little town some 45 minutes by train from Stuttgart is also where I spent some of the best years of my life.It was here where many ” “firsts” happened and one of those was a “black out”.

As it happened, I had been awarded a leadership award that very evening in a dinner and ceremony organized by the college I was studying in. My friend, on the way out, had managed to “borrow” two bottles of wine – I say borrow because we returned the bottles. That they were empty bottles is a minor non-significant fact.

We had then proceeded to the student union building to watch a taped telecast of the Oscars. The last thing I remember was sitting down with a bottle of wine in my hand and then…

It was next morning and I was in my bed.

It remains a mystery to this day what happened. My friends laughed when they realized I had blacked out. They never gave me the full story but thankfully I didn’t do anything that drastic or embarrassing – like that one guy who was found in the showers after having shat in his pants.

It was however a scary moment in my life, not knowing or remembering anything, and I made sure that it never happened again.

cocktailsOutside TGIF, New Delhi, India – Probably the most embarrassing instance for me happened at the very place where I grew up. The Priya complex in Vasant Vihar – where TGIF was at one time – is where many a days were spent watching English movies and eating at Nirula’s (a local fast food chain). Situated near my high-school, it was the most obvious destination for any and all after school shenanigans.

Thus, it was also the perfect place for a small reunion. A bunch of us got together for an afternoon drink session which as the name suggests consisted of more drinking and very little eating.

While I didn’t even feel tipsy at the time of leaving the restaurant, I might have taken maybe 10 odd steps before everything I had consumed in the past two hours came out, in full public view, right there for everyone to see, during day time, with the sun still shining bright.

The problem, I figured, was that on top of not eating, we had had a few different cocktails, and unknowingly I had mixed-up my drinks. These drinks ranging from vodka to whiskey to tequila felt that instead of mingling in the depths of my stomach it was better to be adventurous and explore the outside world through the only way they knew – which was the same way they had entered my body – my mouth.

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Amorgos, Greece – This is the one where the weather came to my rescue. Actually it wasn’t just me, but as we had been celebrating a wedding on the day, one too many Ouzos had been consumed. But, with it being hot and humid, everyone had been sweating profusely and thus as a result the alcohol lost out to the weather.

Still, once the married couple had gone back to their room after the reception – to do whatever it is that newly married couples do – a bunch of us sat by the pool and played truth or dare, only to realize that no one had the energy or mental capacity at that moment to perform any dares.

So, we sat late into the night sharing stories, some casual, others personal, and I might have revealed more than I normally do about myself – nothing exceptional, just that I’m a relatively reserved kind of a person normally.

The good part about it thought was that since we had all had something or the other to drink, in addition to the weather, the wedding activities had left everyone brain dead, enough that I don’t believe the conversations from that night registered in memory. It was a lovely bonding session – that sounds dirty – but sadly details of which were forgotten easily.

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Gurgaon, India – My liquid drug of choice – once I had reached the official drinking age… in Europe – was tequila. Besides the taste and the entire ritual of having shots with salt and lime, I always enjoyed the quickness with which it finishes. I’ve never been one to linger on with a glass in my hand “savoring” my drink – until I started to appreciate wine that is.

It was very much in my city that at a friend’s wedding – It’s always weddings isn’t it – I ended up having 14 shots of tequila. I had the stomach for it, but the big revelation on this day was that tequila – or rather, excessive amounts of it – has a graver effect on my emotional state.

When someone for some weird reason scolded me – apparently they thought, mistakenly, I was responsible for getting someone else drunk – all I could do was cry. Yup! Not the full blown tears pouring through my eyes kind of crying but the “what did I do?” “This is not fair”… Blah! Blah!! Blah!! kind of whiny crying.

This is what I got for loving tequila all these years. Humph!

birmingham-whiskeyHard Rock Cafe, Birmingham, England – New Year’s Eve and I was in Birmingham with my wife – of one year – and best friend, and we had got ourselves seats at Hard Rock Cafe – now closed – on Broad Street.

It was the right kind of getting drunk where everyone was just happy and we danced and welcomed the New Year in a cheerful and happy way.

The one other reason I remember this moment in my life is because an hour before midnight there had been a bomb scare and everything came to a standstill for 15-20 minutes on the entire street. Nothing happened and soon everyone was back to enjoying the night away.

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Fuengirola, Spain – It was as simple as my friend claiming that a certain shot was so strong that two would knock me out completely, but even four didn’t. You get the idea right, that if it’s not weddings, it’s shots that are usually responsible for everything that goes down in my life.

I was in no state to drive back for sure though and ended up getting picked for a lap dance by a visiting performer in the club of which I remember very little – except the fact that it did happen.

Still, the drinking wasn’t bad enough to make me want to go skinny dipping in the pool at midnight – or maybe that’s an experience I missed out on.

Darn!

beer-bottleSandvika, Norway – My first visit to a Scandinavian country had been full of experiences; walking across the Monet Bridge, witnessing snow fishing, walking on frozen fjords, and eating shrimps for the first time.

Being in the cold can be very deceptive especially when you’re drinking. The warmth that alcohol gives the body makes you forget its effect on your brain.

It was during a house party during the trip that I was encouraged to make drinks for everyone as I had been bartending at the University the last couple of years.

The problem though in such cases, unlike when I am actually working, is that I tend to taste the drinks a lot more than usual and as a result mix-up a lot of drinks.

As I wobbled back hand and in hand with my friends for support, a sudden awareness descended upon me, that while I might have been tipsy, my friends and their friends were probably more drunk as they walked on the empty streets, late at night, singing retro songs, on the top of their voices, and giggling at the most mundane of things.

I now look back at that night and simply smile.

That’s it then. No real big revelations or juicy and spicy gossip to dwell upon. However, you now know a few of my “secrets” and that’s always the first step in getting to understand someone better.

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63 thoughts on “8 Places Around The World I had A Little Too Much… (Alcohol)

  1. You had me laughing throughout the entire article until I realized that a lot of these are similar to the situations I have experienced. Although not abroad, but at home and definitely when younger.

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  2. Haha, I can definitely relate to this! Some of my favourite travel memories are of big nights out that could only happen on the road, or should I say the memory of a memory… I’m surprised you could remember this much! Your mates must get a kick out of hearing these stories in person!

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  3. Yes, that makes us know another person better. Nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone, me included, had too much in one place of another!

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  4. You reminded me of TGIF, which used to be my favorite place when I lived in Delhi. I remember, after our flights we used to go to Priya to watch movies and food/drinks at TGIF. Fond memories. Loved the place.

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  5. I’m impressed you remembered all of these times! Overindulging definitely can happen, especially with some many different drinks to try around the world. Too funny that this is how your parents may find out that you’ve been drunk before-they had to have figured, right? haha

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  6. 14 shots of tequila!?! I’m surprised you remember anything after that! You’ve clocked up some great cities and stories! I had a little chuckle that you got picked for a lap dance in Fuengirola. That almost happened to my husband (although, he would’ve needed a few more shots to get up on stage!).

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    1. About that, I wasn’t expecting that and they do it in parts, like it’s done in-front of everyone – all eyes on you and the lady – and in a professional way and they themselves pick the person they want to “sit”. Different experience for me.

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  7. I am cracking up!!! Most of those places aren’t any places I would have guessed are great places to get your buzz on! Except for the Hard Rock in England. I mean, the Brits know how to drink!! I guess the wildest place I’ve ever drank is Cabo San Lucas, Mexico!

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  8. What a fun article! Goodness I’m glad I haven’t done one of these, could be a bit embarrassing! I can’t believe you got too drunk in Scandinavia though – that place is so expensive when it comes to alcohol. Fun read.

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  9. 14 shots for tequila….you got me there. I am not sure If I will even bother to count after the first five. These are the real funny memories you need in life.

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  10. Really enjoyed reading about your memories and funny stories! I like how you tell the story and a lot of parts where I chuckled a bit 🙂 Like when you described how the mixed alcohol didn’t want to mingle in your stomach and wanted to explore the outside world…that’s fantastic writing LOL

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  11. Really enjoyed reading about your memories and funny stories! I like how you tell the story and a lot of parts where I chuckled a bit 🙂 Like when you described how the mixed alcohol didn’t want to mingle in your stomach and wanted to explore the outside world…that’s fantastic writing LOL

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  12. hahaha what a different way to remember places you’ve visited! I really enjoyed the honesty in this post, it was super comedic! I’ve probably had the most to drink in Spain as I studied abroad there in college 🙂

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  13. I’m never one to judge ones memories but farts lol (and yes I did read it again!). I love wine and I have had waaaaaay to much to drink in many places around the world. I don’t collect shot glasses but I do have an impressive collection of Hard Rock Cafe glasses from all corners of the globe (currently sitting at 50!) and I have drunk the cocktail from every single one. No need to slow down too much now you are a husband and father!

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  14. Hehe, what to say… obviously you chose the perfect places to get drunk… Wine in Italy, Beer (should maybe have been instead of wine) in Germany, some hard stuff in cold Norway – perfectly fine and actually a good part of the game 🙂
    To be honest, this makes travelling and discovering eve more amazing, since you are able to get to know some other sides of the places you visit.

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  15. I’d say that your mental techniques of remembering places you’ve visited by the books you bought, movie theaters you visited or drinks you’ve had – are a bit -unusual. I’ve never read a post on this topic before. Sounds like you’ve had some nights you don;t remember!

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  16. Omg this is absolutely hilarious! It must have been a funny, yet emotional post to write as you recollected all the times you’ve had that little bit too much to drink. But WOW to down 14 shots of tequila is incredible! I can barely make it through 1. And the whimpy crying? Well I don’t blame you after 14 shots haha!

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  17. 14 tequila? Looks like you won the competition! 😉
    This is an interesting post since I haven’t come across any on this topic. People generally refrain from talking on this topic!

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