Originally Posted by BigBen

Happy birthday.

When I turned 19 (legal age here) I went to the bar and started to drink. Seriously drink. My friends all poured shots into a big pitcher, and made me drink them all at once. Imagine different bar shots and shooters all mixed in together. It was not a meeting of the United Nations, let me tell you.

I started to throw up, and quickly filled the pitcher I was drinking out of. I then tried to drink my vomit, and was quickly ushered to the bathroom by a buddy who didn't want to watch that.

I passed out on the bathroom floor, my head almost in a urinal. It was not my finest hour.

At 9:30, the bouncer came in and announced "Time for you to leave..."

My buddy gave me a ride home from my birthday party 2 hours after it started, politely stopping every two blocks so that I could throw up. What a pal.

Losing your liscence? That is bad. Going to jail, or a million other things? Much worse.

Everything is relative, from the size of two diamonds to the severity of inconvenience.