I don't even remember mine
Mate's birthday party. Got exceedingly drunk on alcopops (I believe it was something like 7 Bacardi Breezers, a large bottle of purple Red Square and a Smirnoff Ice), and everything I now relate is from stories from my friends.

Being as I was so drunk, I was a suitable victim for someone's "cocktails" (i.e. grab a glass, fill it with a mixture of whatver alcohol is lying around and give it to someone to see what happens) and drank several. I then found some Jack Daniels and began glugging that direct from the bottle before I decided I didn't like it very much and passed it on to someone else. I then found a bottle of 76% proof absinthe in the kitchen. And glugged several large mouthfuls direct from the bottle. I remember sitting in a chair feeling distinctly woozy after that. Apparently about 15 minutes later I staggered at speed through the kitchen desperately holding back my vom, before falling down the concrete steps into the back garden leaving a pretty arc of vomit across the back door. At the bottom of the steps I attempted to drag myself towards the gutter, leaving a vomit trail behind me. Some rather more helpful friends stopped laughing and helped me sit up on a bench and cleaned me up a bit, and I looked done for a while. About an hour later, a rather large skater friend of mine decided I was safe enough to drag home, and he lifted me to my feet. I vomited on his shoes. He still took me home though (nice chap).

And it doesn't end there... I was still vomiting at one in the afternoon the following day.
(sanity challenged, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 13:49, Reply)