Yeah, the first story was kinda lame, but some of the other stories have been tight, so I'm going to say that the thread as a whole is a success.
In any case, my weekend involved a lot of me getting owned.
Friday: Go to a frat party, which was surprisingly fun. Guys were actually chill, it was an '80s theme, and alcohol was free. Could be worse. I get seven beers in me, and some kid offers me some vodka. Well, given that all I'd been drinking was shitty beer, I figured I might as well have some. Chug like three shots, it burned like a motherfucker. Asked him what kind of vodka it was, and he replies "Everclear". Rarely have I been so fucked up. Thirty minutes later I couldn't stand up. The chick I was dancing with left to go party with some other guy. It was bad.
Saturday: Dorm night. First night drinking a 40. I was told it has 4-5 shots worth of alcohol in it... We play Sudden Death (badass card game) and my 40s gone in like half an hour or so... smoke a little weed, come back in, and set up a beer pong table in the dorm room using Steel Reserve and Old E. Played some games of that, which I lost,and then I enter blackout mode. 40s hit fucking hard, apparently. Way harder then 4-5 shots. It confuses me to this day. Wake up COVERED in marker and penises and, the worst part, a shaven right leg. I have to wear pants for like two weeks now.