In my third week at Uni I invited my best friend over to my flat for a couple of days to meet my flatmates (at the time only two of the boys were in, me and the two other girls) and hang out. He decided to bring Absinthe with him for us to try. After everyone maintaining that we wouldn't, one of my female flatmates decides in the middle of Ring of Fire that it was going to be a rule that we all had to have a shot. So we all did. An hour later after a few more drinks after, the three boys all suddenly crashed simultaneously at 11pm, the girls however were okay. One locked himself in his room, once we managed to get in we found him stood in front of his bathroom mirror in his boxers and socks swaying. He stayed there for two hours. My best friend meanwhile had fallen asleep on my bedroom floor, so we left him for a bit. We checked on him a little later and he had vomited something bright red all over my bedroom carpet and bathroom. The girls cleared it up whilst I checked on the other flatmate. He was sat in his bathroom, on his duvet, laughing at the sink as he could see green fairies dancing on it. I freaked and screamed for the only sober person in the flat left to check him out and get him to bed. He'd also broken the fire extinguisher.
I ended up getting with one of my flatmates after about 3 weeks of living there. We kept it quiet from the others initially until we felt happy to 'declare' it. Boyfriend was out one night and my flatmates were going out, I decided to play Never Have I Ever with them before they left. Turns out that they had worked out what had happened and started making up things they knew would catch me out about what we'd been up to. It was rather embarrassing when he walked in and they started shouting at him that they knew everything.