I used to about two years back. Crazy times. First real party I went to I combine some drugs with about 9 shots of Kraken Rum (and some weaker drinks as well). The drug was some baked good, but it wasn't your average weed brownie. This stuff could seriously mess you up. I remember when my friend gave me one he told me not to eat the whole thing (about the size of an average brownie slice) because if I did he would have to take me to the hospital and get my stomach pumped or something crazy like that. So I took 4 shots of rum, ate half of it then proceeded to shotgun down 5 more shots of rum.
All I remember was asking the hottest girl for a puke bucket, she gave me one. Nice lady, ended up dating her friend (total bitch). Thinking back on it, it was a fucking stupid thing to do and for the next three weeks I couldn't feel any sensation in my fingertips. Like if I reached in my pocket I couldn't tell if I was touching my phone or my wallet. Plus coming home to my mother pale, hung-over and with dried up vomit on my shirt. Gotta stay classy.
After that I did a few parties with some fellow local Actors who I did a show with. No drugs but a lot of alcohol. Hostess was great, she made us home-made pizza and dip for our chips. Wonderful woman, I also ate whipped cream off of her chest too. I was the guy who got really drunk and apparently Frenched any girl who didn't have a boyfriend. I do not remember this. What I do remember was making my specialty drink: Bailey Milkshakes
Seriously, next time you want to treat your friends, get a decent bottle of Baileys (not the knock-off crap) whole milk and an ice cream flavor of your choosing (except Strawberry, produces a surprisingly weak shake) and blend that shit up! It's freaking delicious and with the Bailey's containing only 5% alcohol, it's a good drink to have if you just want to enjoy yourself and not really buzz.
Unfortunately when I was making this I was already wasted on God knows what and needed a slightly less drunk assistant to help me pour the Baileys into the blender, we poured too much in and everybody got drunk off of it anyway. Woke up on an arm chair spooning some random chick. Ended up dating for four months, she was cool.
We all got together again and decided we wanted to party again with the same woman hosting and of course she made delicious food. Me and my newly acquired GF were responsible for getting the alcohol and because of poor logistical planning took us over two hours to get everything while the rest of the people got more and more pissy at the house due to the lack of booze. So when we finally pulled up, I think everyone wanted to make up for lost time because people got hammered quick.
And then I decided to pull out the Kraken Rum. Now if you've never had Kraken, well lets just say that it is fucking delicious and it'll also make you do questionable things (like French total strangers, eat sketchy baked goods, strip on coffee tables and have the women put singles in your briefs and spread whipped cream on peoples... bosoms). But I wasn't expecting the whole place to fucking explode in people doing dumb shit.
To start off with we lost our token gay actor, he had wandered outside and didn't come back. This was in the middle of a blizzard so we drunkenly stumbled out and looked for him for a good ten minutes only to find him in the fetus position, in his underwear in the empty pool. We got him inside quickly, gave him a cigar, a blanket and a hot cup of apple cider (with booze in it of course) and let him warm up.
Then there was the generic *two girls who are absolute besties* one slept with the other's boyfriend and the other slept with her boyfriend's best friend. Fucking hilarious. There was also the token *slut girl* who was drunk and stumbling around and was trying to initiate a three way with two other dudes, but me and the hostess put a stop to it. Best friends betraying years of of trust through sex is one thing, a threeway with questionable legality is a whole fucking realm of NO.
After that I kinda calmed down, I was in a very emotionally immature and unstable place at that point in my life. Even outside of a party atmosphere I drank way too much and I wasn't focusing on the important things in life. Ironically since I've moved to NYC, I've been to maybe one party and got wasted once, and that was when I had just moved in and wanted a "taste of the city" or some stupid thing like that.
