Freshman year of college, a Wednesday night. I was sitting in my dorm sort of bored, and my neighbor came over with a fifth of Popov (cheap and awful vodka). We went over to his room, and started taking shots. My memory gets a bit blurry here, but from what I'm told, 2 hours and 17 shots later, I decide to go home. I went back into my dorm, and my roomie had gotten home and was asleep. He says I came in, flopped onto my bed, and started moaning and groaning. After making noises for about five minutes, I got up, walked to the bathroom, and puked in the middle of the floor. Then I came back to my room, and on my way in, tripped over my roomie's chair. He says that I fell over it, and took it down with me so it was on top of me, and then wrestled it for a good couple of minutes before getting it off of me and getting back to bed. I don't remember any of it, but the puddle of vomit in the middle of the bathroom floor was definitely there when I woke up the next day.