This thread is done but I like sharing stories. Two years ago, high school grad trip in the Dominican. Whole resort is FILLED with high school kids. Unlimited alcohol, unlimited woman, unlimited fun. Me and my buddy had a race to 50 drinks. He figured it was a sprint, I knew it was a marathon. He downs about 30 in ~2.5 hours, hits the floor. I was in maybe twenty at that point, and I think it was around 1pm. Instead of having a normal day I decide to try to get to 50 anyways. So I'm hanging by the pool, drinking heavy and talking to some friends. Cute blonde girl asks if I want to go walk on the beach. Why not eh? So were walking down the beach for a bit and I'm bummed because we're pretty far from our resort and thus, far from free booze. This is where my memory gets choppy. We're in some abandoned resort at some point, and a Dominican guy is trying o sell us blow and cigars. Then I vaguely remember getting back to the resort and drinking more. Then nothing. I woke up in the morning on a lifeguard tower, 8 kms away from my resort. Two girls were with me, but I had never seen them before. I did a pocket check (crucial) and I had $500 US and an eight ball. What the fuck. Work my way back to my resort and ask people what happened to me. Apparently, after I came back from the beach where the guy tried to sell me blow and cigars, I had a bag of blow and cigars. This was not good. Have my friend the blow and he said he'd trash it (none of us did that at the time, we were fresh out of high school lol) I drank a lot because I was scared or something. Then I went back down the beach and no one saw me the rest of the day. I have about 16 hours of my life unaccounted for there, glad I didn't fuck up too bad