I was a sophomore in high school, and the football team had an overnight party at one of the guys' house. His parents allowed it to be a HUGE party, and there were probably 10 kegs or more over the course of the evening. Football team, cheerleaders, other miscellaneous kids from high school all getting hammered...
Anyhow, my first time drinking, and I must have hammered down 10 beers real quick. Then I wolfed some chili, chips and a hot dog down. Not long after that, the beer hit me HARD, and I couldn't even walk. I dragged myself outside, propped myself up against a tree, and puked myself into a new frame of reference.
After that, I felt much better. Even started drinking again, but much, MUCH, slower!
The next day a friend of mine and I woke up early and felt like shit, so we went down to the shore of the lake and hopped in. We had no suits, so we just stripped down and got soaked for a few, then got back out. Unfortunately, the guy who lived there had a sister, and she took some Polaroids...those came back to haunt me in my senior year!
Thats a different story tho.
