I don't drink... but one particular night freshman year... I did (wasn't my first time)... had 4 shots of vodka in 45 minutes or so. I went to bed feeling perfectly fine aside from feeling a bit warm. I make my way upstairs and into bed without any help. About 4am... the damn fire alarm rings and we must evacuate our rooms. We went out (again, still fine) to the parking lot and after standing around a few minutes, I just dropped to the concrete practically head first. They help me up, and a few minutes later, I drop again. I wake up the next morning and they told me all this. The last thing I honestly remembered then was walking out for the alarm. I was having the worst headache of my life (probably worse than my migraines nowadays). Never again have I drunk... not worth it to me. Damn that fire alarm.
I guess that's not really a fvck up, but it's my only drinking story. I guess fvck ups would include neglecting to ask a girl out and never really knowing if it could've happened. Turns out I'm engaged to another girl I met in calc class while there. It's all good.