Fine; story.
So I am at the friends house who is going to beat me up. He has convinced me to go to his friends birthday party, but it is really far away, and I was going to meet a girl the next morning. I couldnt go to the birthday party and meet this girl because I would have to end up spending the night at the other house, and have no way back for a long while (no car). So I convinced my friend to go to another party with me, and I would call his friend and say we can't make it to the birthday party. So we go to this other party. I never really drank before; so you can guess where this is going. I start with jello shooters and work my way up. I down about 8 jello shooters topped off with an extra shot of vodka. I have a couple large mixed drinks, and a beer. By now I am totally fucked up. Cant walk straight, I don't even know where my friend is. Apparently he is really drunk too, and is throwing up on the side of the house. I go see whats going on, tripping over everyone. At one point I puked on some dudes car after I beatboxed for him. I meet up with my friend dead drunk, and sit in the rock garden on the neigbors house. I start throwing rocks at him for no reason. His sister shows up to the party, and she and one of my friends brings me back to his house. I am loud and obnoxious, and mess up my friends room completely (throwing things, etc.) So his sister drags me up stairs, and I do very bad things to her of which I have very little recolection. The next day I am puking up his house then I leave. A couple days later I get the call... thats where I am now.