Win A Free HangoverDVD By Telling Your Best Hangover Story

By Richard Connelly Mon., Dec. 14 2009 at 10:02 AM

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The Hangover was the biggest comedy of the year, and it's coming out on DVD. We can only imagine what the Mike Tyson bloopers reel looks like.

Assuming there is one, you won't have to imagine what it will look like -- we're hoping for a Christian Bale freak-out, with the crew moving away very quickly -- because you can win one all for yourself.

Or for someone on your Christmas list, if you're cheap.

How? Just send your best hangover story, starring you or a buddy, to hairballscontest@houstonpress.com, or leave it in the comments. Best three get the prize, determined by utterly subjective criteria based on how funny/gross/awful the stories are. No one will see your name publicly, so confess away.

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Decided to do happy hour with my girlfriends one work night out in Katy (I live downtown). A few beers turned into many beer and many shots. About 3 hours into the night we decided to hit up another bar. The last thing I remember is leaving the first bar... Apparently somewhere between bar 1 and bar 2, I decided I could not drive and I pulled over to park and ride with friends... leaving my purse in my passenger seat. From what I've been told, we then tried about 4 bars that night who wouldn't serve me due to lack of ID. Finally the 5th bar didn't care. I proceeded to drink even more. I apparently called in sick to work at 3am leaving my boss a voicemail about how sick I was. I wish I could hear that voicemail now... I woke up in my ex-boyfriend's bed completely unaware of how and why. My best friend was dating his roommate at the time... Come to find out, after leaving the bar at 2am, none of us remember where I'd parked my brand new car. My bestfriend had no other option but to take my back to their apartment to crash. I spent the next 4 hours that morning having my ex drive around Houston looking for it and stopping every 15 minutes so I could puke. Long story short, I had bum rides and drive around Houston for 4 days until finally finding it outside a tile store, with my purse still sitting in the seat.
The night before started out with tickets in someone's suite at one of the Rockets playoff games - hello free grey goose and soda and little of the free food spread - and ended at Leon's Lounge with numerous bloody marys (when it was still owned by the previous owners and they'd lock the door and let you stay there to drink and feed the jukebox past 2 a.m.). Unfortunately, I also had an early flight to NOLA the next morning for Jazz Fest. When I woke up (from my 30 minute nap) at 5 a.m. to make my flight, I could tell it was going to be a rough one, so I at least tried to change my flight to later in the day. Being a Jazz Fest weekend, though, all the flights were booked, so I powered through. Decided a little grease in the stomach might help the flight, so I actually picked up some sort of breakfast sandwich from Wendy's (hey, it's in Hobby, and while a Pappasito's breakfast taco might have been a better choice, there was something about a sausage biscuit and hashbrowns that sounded like a better hangover cure that morning). Long story short, the breakfast sandwich was not a good choice as I proceeded to puke it all up on the flight and continue puking on the cab ride from the airport to the hotel (oh, and in a potted plant in the Ritz; classy). I was so embarrassed I actually told the person seated next to me on the flight and the cab driver that I was pregnant and suffering from morning sickness. Bad karma, I know, and of course, it's also embarrassing that I looked like a strung out single unwed mother and probably smelled like I was puking up bloody marys and a Wendy's sausage biscuit...
1996 - 18 years old - Three friends, enough money to make it and drink, but not enough for a hotel. We hauled it down to South Padre Island for the Spring Break of our lives. We started the night at a local establishment and managed to sneak in a few under age drinks before we got to paranoid of all the fuzz and high tailed it for Matamoras, Mexico and all the legal booz we could handle with skirts from colleges across our fine nation. One bottle of tequila later and a close call with the fedrales my buddy was standing on the stairs of some public building hollering for all to hear how bad ass he was - we knocked him out, put him in a cab and took him back across the border. Meanwhile we went back and partied til 6 AM when they kicked us out. Once back across the border we realized we failed miserably because we had no chicks and no place to stay. So we went to the truck that took us there from which our buddy had since disappeared and passed out for a few hours. We woke up by the sun beating down on our dehydrated, pounding skulls and at least one of us puking. Too drunk to drive back home and wondering where our friend was, we headed Wally World, bought some fishing poles, and hit the Laguna Madera for some afternoon fishing until the booz wore off meanwhile figuring our friend was just the latest in a rash of kid knappings in Mexico. A few trout later and a couple points closer to sober we headed for home. In a miracle of all miracles we found our buddy shoeless, shirtless and still drunk running out of an HEB waving us down. 5 hours later at home I slept for two days... Waylon Jennings said it best� Aint no god in Mexico aint no way to understand how that boarder crossin feelin makes a fool out of a man
I was going out for the houston press showcase and got hammaer @ Molly's Pub.. was late to see melovine proform becuase of that..saw the ton tons after finding out that one band wasn't playing.. drank some more @ Moll's and wait to see Versecity.. was drunk off my ass there didn't even remember how I got home..Got home vomited for hours.. I must of had so much vodka and cranberry to last me a lifetime. mixed with blue moon beer never again.. the hourfrom 7-11 were so fuzzy but rmember cuz of the the pics i too.. even though i got sick off my ass the next day
Freshman year at Southwest Texas St. We went to a friends party at a Lake House. Several hours of drinking keg beer turned into a shots of low quality whiskey and then a little herb. Passed out wearing jeans and polo shirt. Woke up wearing nothing but a pair of shorts with a small puke stain on them. Preceded to hear the events of the evening that occured after my passing out. My roommate claimed to be a life saver for rolling me over when he heard me begin to vomit. Thus saving me from drowning on my own vomit. Luckily had better friends there that cleaned me up and got me out of puked covered clothes. Had to stop three times on the way back to campus to puke/dry heave. Never did see original pants or shirt again.