What's your best drunk gameday story?

So this was 2007 and I was in Jacksonville for the FSU Alabama game. My now Fiance was a freshman at UNF and so a couple of friends and I stayed in her dorm. We weren't dating at the time and had been friends since High School, and thank god for that because things got embarrassing.

So gameday eve, the friends and I proceed to head out to the Landing, a complex of bars and restaurants that back up onto the river. We proceed to get demolished. We stole a houndstooth hat from someone and took many embarrassing pictures doing the chop while wearing it.

Now it's about 3 am and we're headed back to the dorms, I proceed to make an absolute ass of myself squawking at geese and just being a general buffoon. My fiance's friends/dormmates came with us and I believe my friends and I had the goal of making them feel as embarrassed as possible.

Fast forward to the morning. One of the dormmates stayed with her boyfriend or something, so I slept in her bed. I wake up with the absolute worst hangover I've ever had in my life. I proceed to go into a cold sweat. I must have sweat out about a half gallon of booze infused sweat in this poor girls bed. The entire thing is sopping wet. As everyone is waking up, they see that I'm not doing so hot and make sure to mock me for it. This hangover is so bad that I have absolutely no energy and cannot move. So I crawl into the bathroom and try to take a shower. The energy zap is so bad that I have to sit down, and promptly fall asleep. After being in there for about a half hour, one of my friends picks the lock to find me passed out. After being sure that I'm not dead, I get the energy to get up and dressed and pass out on the couch (this was the biggest dorm room I've ever seen). Friends and fiance/dormmates go out to get breakfast/lunch while I try to sleep. They bring back food for me, which I try to eat but even chewing makes me break out into a sweat.

Eventually they get me into the car and we head to the game. I start feeling slightly better at this point. Fresh air and what not. As we're walking up to the stadium I see a fellow 'Nole with a fifth of crown royal. Being my drink of choice at the time I let out a pitiful, "Hell yeah, Crown Royal, that's what's up!" This gracious soul offers me a swig from his bottle.

No shit, this tiny sip of booze is like Popeye's spinach. My energy instantly restored, eyes lit up and a roaring appetite was awoken. And best of all, I was drunk again! Fun tailgating ensued and FSU won the game. We proceeded to go out after and enjoy ourselves. The drive back to Tallahassee was a rough one, but not nearly as rough as the morning before.

This has been my "Hair of the dog is totally a real thing," story and I'm sticking to it.

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