Shrooms and alcohol many many years ago when I was in 9th grade.
I had a friend who was "in" with the older kids at his/my former high school. They were throwing a large party in the woods. This was when I lived in Willis, Tx. Very rural.
Friend said they were staying at my house, I did the same with my parents. Friends of friend came and picked us up. At this point in my life I had smoked marijuana a couple times. That was the extent of my experience. So we get to this party and I start slowly drinking some beer. Then my friend out of nowhere presents me with what I recall as being maybe a quarter to half full baggie of shrooms, asking me to take them. I don't remember much and I will touch more on that, but from what I recall I of course said yes because I wanted to look cool. I believe I took the entire bag.
What I do recall is, again in my attempt to look cool and to mask the foul taste of the shrooms, I chugged a beer (solo cups, maybe half full?) with each cap. Can't recall any numbers but had to have been maybe 5-6? I had never had alcohol before.
I remember there was a girl there who was having some sort of fight with a guy, her boyfriend maybe? I sat with her in someone's car because everyone seemed mad at her, and I felt bad. I had no idea who she was. That's the last clear memory I have, the shrooms or the alcohol or the combination of it all kicked in hard. After that all I have are blurs of memory. I puked in the persons car and they obviously were mad.They kicked me out of their car. I thought I saw an angel in the woods -- later told I had to be chased down. I recall that. I also recall begging someone to let me smoke their blunt and being told to "fuck off" because "I was already too fucked up." And that's it.
The next day I woke up at the base of a water tower in my neighborhood. I guess they had driven me there. Apparently someone or people decided to urinate all over me. I have no memories of what happened or how I got there. It's to this day one of the more scary events in my life because I sincerely don't like that I can't remember probably 6 hours of my life and how I got home (probably a 20-30 mile drive).
This was back in the day before everyone had cell phones and facebook or even myspace. His parents found out we were lying and I never really saw my friend again. On the couple times I did see my friend again, I was too embarrassed to ask what happened. I wish I had, the uncertainty still bugs me today.
TL;DR: Freshman tries to impress older kids and becomes an intoxicated douche off of shrooms and alcohol. Ends up back home 20-30 miles away soaked in urine with only blurry memories of the night.