Well, I haven't partied at all this semester(I find it pointless. I had my Hoorah last semester. Sides, drinking never made me feel good.) Only ever got drunk thrice, despite having a low tolerance.

Story #1:
First time drunk. Got the worst off of it. Was your typical wall girl. I actually was hugging and dancing with some girl on a chair. Kinky. Then, I couldn't stand. Fun times. Then, I got hit on by this guy, went for like a half hour walk with him. He sadly didn't rememeber the night. I only sorta remembered the night. Sorta of. I remember things happening, but I forgot what order. Can't really hold my liquor. Lolz.

Story #2:
Went to a bar with two guys. BAD MISTAKE. Well, I actually sorta had fun. Some guy was hitting on me once again. Though, I thought it would be amusing to pretend I was drunk for a bit and call him Frank, instead of his real name: Matt. Then, the alcohol kicked in. Blammo! I might have believed that his name was actually Frank. Almost got him kicked out according to him. Then, I yelled at a couple of 16 year olds for chalking their IDs. Proceeded to say hi to every pole that I almost walked into(which may have been a good 75% of them). I was completely wasted. Again. Lolz. Had an altercation with "Frank" about how he couldn't hit on me when I was sober the next morning. He claimed he could but the day after, cue end of semester. Which means a month break. Which also means that I never saw "Frank" again.

Story #3, which is the day after Story #2, but in the same location as Story #1:
It took me one and half to get drunk this time. But it was hilarious. I didn't remember half of it, but I danced. Alot. My friends brought me home cause I made a huge shit about it and was crazy.

Actually, despite these experiences, I really didn't like partying because not controlling my actions is kind of scary. I kind of did it cause I was depressed, y'know. But some good friends bring you a long way.