One night I had been drinking heavily all evening, felt drunk but fine. Went to the toilet and as I returned to my seat I felt really weird and collapsed a few moments later, and two of my mates held me up as we walked home. The room was spinning and I couldn't lie still and I threw up in my bin with a small amount hitting the bedsheets (you have to understand I was too dizzy to get to the toilet
). However, I was so violently sick that I woke up the following day feeling absolutely perfect like it had never happened; no hangover and I felt refreshed and really good
(My friends to this day think it was likely a spiked drink - that has never happened before or since even when I had drunk way more than that)
Another time, I went out to some union event with a friend and we ended up playing beer pong. That ended pretty badly. We ended up back in his room in halls and I can remember leaving his room pretty much immediately and rushing back to mine because I felt so ill, but he's adamant we played through a whole season of WWE Warzone on the PS2
(we had been playing it sober in the days beforehand) before I left although he didn't have the save file to prove it. That is one of the very few nights out where I genuinely can't form an exact picture of what I got up to
Aside from lots of irresponsible drinking, and the night when my housemate thought I'd been murdered (
), these are the more salient of my drink-addled memories