pukefilledpillows.
I was 17, but had a couple of friends who were in the year below and were celebrating the end of school year. Great, I think. I'd never really experienced much drinking at this point nor was I particularly fussed, but I thought that night "Lets get fucked". Some friend of a friend was hosting a big-ass party in her very lavish house.

At the time my best friend had just split up with her boyfriend, who prior to being with her, was my boyfriend. First rule really, never date the same guy. Anyhow, she was pretty messed up after this and proceeded to drink an entire bottle of vodka, washed down with copious amounts of "haribo" and a few joints for good measure.

I, on the other hand, had consumed a few beers and was nicely merry. Until I drunk the punch, laced with several bottles of Archers. I cannot drink that without feeling ill now. Anyhow, I ended up copping off with my ex boyfriend, who then vomitting down my top as I realised he was too, very drunk. My best friend found us locking lips and threatened to kill me with a vodka bottle, then blew chunks all down my new jeans. Ex boyfriend vaults a gate but misses, lands legs either side of it and promptly chucks up in shock. On my jeans. Friend then shags ex boyfriends best friend (this is where it gets hazy) in a tent and throws up in a pillow case, which is then used to sleep on later on.

I only lived down the road, so coated in puke (but not my own) I walked home, had a shower and promised never to drink alcohol again. Ha.

I lost my beret that night too.
(medic_girl85, Mon 17 Apr 2006, 17:28, Reply)