Oh shit... So I was a late bloomer for the whole drugs and alcohol thing I guess (compared to some people). I was about 17 and I'd had alcohol before, but in small amounts and not enough to get drunk. My friend said he'd get me drunk at this party we were going to. The plan was to all have a few drinks and then go for a walk around the apartment complex for whatever reason. He ended up getting into an argument with his girlfriend, and she and the host of the party went for a walk by themselves (no alcohol consumed at this point to my knowledge). He yelled out "Well me and Plethorius are gonna be drunk by the time you get back!" She said it wasn't possible, since they'd only be gone for a short time.

Well, we went in the kitchen and each took a shot of Bacardi 151 and made some pretty stout Jager bombs which we drank fast and then refilled. Next thing I remember, I'm awkwardly hanging over the balcony outside with the guy (on the ground floor, mind you) as the girls are walking back up, we're yelling something like "see, we did get drunk before you got back!" They were impressed, not necessarily in a good way. Drank a little more and I had the idea that we should all go on that walk we originally planned. No one else wanted to go. So I said something to the effect of "well fuck you guys, I'll go by myself!" Turned around to head for the door and fell over a table. I did not go for a walk.

Later on I was laying in the floor beside the couch, the dude I mentioned before was laying on the couch, everyone else was in their own various places. We were talking and bullshitting around... Suddenly I had the urge to hurl. As I started to sit up to run to the bathroom, something happened and the guy laughed really hard and fell off the couch, onto me, and I hurled all over him. I ended up in a bath tub because apparently that's how teenagers sober up, but it didn't work. Massive hangover the next day.