The craziest experience... okay here I think I've got one.

So my best friend Matt and I get invited to a party at USF, and it's the summer and we don't have anything else going so we decided to go up there and check it out. We get to the function and its nice, lots of alcohol and ladies and everyone is playing beer pong or chatting and having a good time. At some point I got into a drinking contest with a few people and being dumb I decided to make sure that I drank them under the table. If they didn't finish their shots I would for them, to show them up. Basically I went so hard that I completely blacked out. The rest is all my friends telling.

So I'm drunk, and he's not as drunk as me so he tells me to sit down and relax. There are no more seats on the couches so I sit on the arm of one next to a girl I had been flirting with for some time before this event. I'm drunk but I'm still cognitive I suppose, and he says that she's flirting and talking shit about how she could probably beat me up now (I'm an mma fighter so this is always a thing people bring up) and just poking fun at my drunken stupor. I tell her to try and see what happens, and she actually does start trying to wrestle with me. I fall off the couch and grab her arms as she pushes me down, and then use my feet on her hips to kick her through the air and sweep her into an armbar/backmount position. Everyone's freaked thinking I'm about to hurt her, but I pull her close and kiss her and she laughs and every one is instead laughs and is in awe of the move I just did. Due to me doing this sweep I suppose the assumption was made that I was not too drunk, and someone decided to give me jello shots now.

I become more drunk than ever and my buddy wants to go outside to his car but walks out without me, so I get confused and walk the wrong way to the car. Realizing that the gate I was at had no exit I scaled it, squeezed through a two foot gap at the top and then jumped down probably 12-15 feet. I find my friend and we direct someone else on where to park. We walk back into the party as a group and I'm now sweating due to jumping a fence and whatnot in jeans in the Florida heat. So more drinking commences, and apparently I get so drunk that I pass out in one of the rooms for a period. I come to and am still sweating, so I for some reason decide to open the fridge and just crawl inside of it. (This next part kills me every time lol) I drag myself out of a bedroom and into the kitchen and people scream "Bentley are you okay??" And I say "Yeah I'm good just a little hot," someone asked me "What are you doing in the fridge?" as I open the fridge and prop my head up on the vegetable storage bins. I reply " I'm just chilling, you know ". At this point the party erupts in laughter, people start snapping pictures and posting to their Instagrams and all that. They let me hang out in the fridge in my daze and I become sort of a bartender, passing beers and shots out as people ask for them. I apparently pass out in the fridge and my buddy and his friend pick me up and take me out when they're ready to leave.

The next time I come to I'm outside the party getting ready to go, my buddy and his pal loading me up into the car. I see myself in a car window reflection and for some reason take offense and try to knock myself out, thankfully I don't break the window. We get into the car and I for some reason think I lost something at the part so I tell my buddy go back, he says that we have everything and I don't believe him. Thinking he's messing with me I try to open the doors and walk out of the back seat while we're flying home on the highway, and he has to pull over on the shoulder to avoid me just totally killing myself. He tricks me into chilling out and then straps me down like a child. He gets me home and somehow up 3 flights of stairs and calls my little brother to my house to come take care of me. So, I wake up the next day naked in my bathtub with my entire house in disarray and a note on my fridge from my little brother explaining what happened. We then went to Hooters that next evening and watched football as Matt detailed what went wrong at the party. A hugely embarrassing night but still hilarious, that night is like a running joke between my friends and I. Lol I still have the note on the fridge to this day