One time I filled a regular bottle of Disani slap to the top with my “other” clear liquid. And had no memory of it. So one morning while I’m being raked through the coals…a morning ritual… I was forever in the dog house. Hes gabbing away and I dive into the fridge pop open the water/vodka and turned it up right in front of him. That was a priceless moment… trying not to react with the proper BURN and GAGGING… while he continues telling I’m an alcoholic…
That Dasani made it through many of his searches… lololol. And mine, lol
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Omg yes! This was me, too! 
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Me too. I don’t think I ever held on to it long enough to hide. Beers in a cooler under my bed or in the trunk of my car.
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Workshop ,water tank on toilet ,ceiling ,bushes behind the shed, behind hot water tank lol
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Yep behind water heater for me too pills in shoes sometimes I would hide stuff in books and behind pictures with tape, air vents I would unscrew the screws than put them in there, sometimes I would hide so good I couldn’t find it. Now that’s something to see I’m tearing the whole house apart now.
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When I shared a house with 5 other alcoholics/users we used to put our empty vodka/whisky/methadone bottles in a bin down the road (we were a “dry” house). On bin days the woman next door to us put her empty gin bottles out so we added those to this bin. The council must have thought the poor old man down the road whose bin it was had one hell of a drink and drug issue! 
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I was pretty shameless about my drinking. I can honestly say that one thing I never did was hide my empties. However, I have filled vodka bottles with water a couple of times until I planned to replace them.
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When I was about 2 or 3 years sober, we replaced the furnace in our cellar. Removing all the pieces and parts of it, I found a half full pint bottle of whiskey. It was covered in soot and spider webs and dust and debris. I had the sober thought that I could just toss it in the recycling. And as the bottle left my hand, I had the alcoholic thought that I could probably unscrew the cap and pour it into my open mouth without touching the bottle with my lips, and that no-one would know.
The sober thought won out, thank goodness.
I live in the country, so most of my stashes were outdoors. I got to know the freezing point of beer in the winter months. I stashed them in a discarded culvert, in and around the woodshed, behind shrubs, on the storage shelves in the garage. The worst was the empties - I would bag them up and store them in a disused room in the cellar until trash day, when I would roust my hungover head out of bed before everyone else and sneak the empties into the can under all the other trash. Until that spot got discovered, then I had to get more creative.
I know this thread is meant to be light hearted, but this hiding carried so much shame with it that I feel pity for that old drunken version of myself, and of you all, too. Thank heavens I don’t have to live like that anymore. 
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@SinceIAwoke… It can be heavy to rethink what we did in the past, and also freeing to admit it. I lived in denial for so long that I am working on being ok admitting the paths I took. Honestly, I think I appreciate and love myself more now, knowing I have this power to change and learn from my past actions. That I did live a certain way and damn if I am not proud of the woman I am now choosing to be.
Thank you for sharing your truths even if it highlights past shame. The pity you feel for the old you has no weight in comparison to this next chapter of you. I am also so thankful I don’t have to live like my past me anymore 
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I hid booze in the normal places…drawers, closet, veggie drawer in fridge (yeah, nobody looks there in my house), My ex, who was also an alcoholic and didn’t like me swilling all his drink used to hide it in a variety of places in the garage. He would go out with his coveted bottle (that he wasn’t going to share with me) and I would listen by the door. Over time I knew EXACTLY what part of the garage he was in, what he was opening to put it in, etc. Man, I was gooooood!! It became a game for me. There was NOT a place he could hide it. And more often than not he didn’t know because he sure would have said something. He liked amber colored whiskey and I knew how to water it up and add just enough food coloring to make it look OK. What was wrong with him? Didn’t he know how much easier it would have been on me to have vodka? No need to doctor it up. Anyway, thankfully he is a distant memory. He encouraged me to drink because I was so much easier to manage and control when actively drinking. Otherwise, I am rather a force to be reckoned with.
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@SinceIAwoke. I agree. It causes me shame as well to think of the sad things I did. And sad they were. But then I have moments when I sort of shake my head and laugh. Not because the things I did were funny . . . more because I can’t believe I did them.
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No judgments here! All the crazy things we never have to do again!
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While in school I would routinely hide/keep razors and needles in my pencil cases, bra (looking back I realize how dangerous that could have been), jewelry boxes, lockers, envelopes and my wallet
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like @littlemisschatterbox I had boxes of wine that I was supposed to drink little by little, but then I would drink it all, but was so nervous that my husband would move it and realise it was empty I would cut it open and put cans in so it was heavy like it was full. Then when the shop was open would buy another to replace it. The panic when the shop sold out (probably because I bought them all).
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Back at you!
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Not sure if this is funny or tragic but instead of hiding the coke baggies I would replace the coke inside with baking powder so if my wife found it and dumped it in the toilet i would still be laughing and having more coke later. 
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Oh man… Thankfully a memory now versus current reality!
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Haha yeah. I had a lot of luck i admit. I used to carry coke with me all the time in my wallet and once, after a few domestic flights, i found a baggie still inside my wallet. It was almost empty but there was still a bit left. Not good in an airport!
Other things were taking elevators with cops being HAF and just trying to keep my nose down so they wouldnt see anything. 
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Never hid my booze, however.
Since I have prescriptions, I would intentionally keep a bottle that was white colored and fill that with my aderall Vic’s, whatever.
I had a tray inside my car that would pop open if you were smart enough to look, led to an access point for the parking brake, but Perfect secret compartment, for storage.
I used to crush up my pills and snort them, we had a closed in outdoor porch and some cinderblocks that just sat their left over, I used to keep straws and dollar bills hiding back there. I’d let the dog out and help myself.
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In book pages. But I’d never remember where I hid bags so I’d turn every thing inside out till I found it sometimes I’d find bags that I didn’t know I’d hidden I’d hide them in make up compacts… In the bottom of a full tissue box, that was a good one coz I would end up with all the tissues pulled out of the box coz I could never find where id put it in there funny thing is , I dont know why i ever hid them, because I always knew id probaly forget where I put it but I still always did it oh in socks well in the sock draw, in the tip of empty shoes, in DVD cases when they were still a thing… The list is endless…I don’t know why I didn’t always just put it in the same spot so I never ended up spending hours searching the house the time you waste with meth 
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