I hope this is a fun discussion, so I'll start it off with my worst experience.About 4 years ago, I was home from college for new years. I was torn between two parties: one with most of my friends and no drinking allowed (so I had to sneak it) and the other with fewer friends, but massive amounts of alcohol. So, I decided to bounce back and forth between parties via a DD, and get my drink on.
At the first party, after getting my drink on a bit, I kissed the "skank" chick. But wait, it gets better. I then stepped on the bare feet of the father of the host of the party (military guy. I was wearing combat boots. Bad Idea). As midnight rolled around, I decided to entertain everyone with a nice big fireball to bring in the new year.
For those of you who don't know, a fireball works like this. You take a large amount of grain alcohol (190 proof : 95\% alcohol) into your mouth, but don't swallow it. Then you light a piece of paper and hold it at arms length. For the fun part, you then spit/exhale/blow the alcohol at the flame. Done properly, you get a ball of flames anywhere from 3 to 6 feet in diameter. (Disclaimer: try this at your own risk. Many, many people have been burned doing this. I had no eyelashes for about 3 months after one episode)
But I digress. So fireball number one was lame, but only about three people were watching. For numero two, everyone at the party gathered on the screened in porch. I was in the back yard facing them. Not wanting to give a bad show, I took much more grain than I normally would. Biggest fireball ever. Did I forget to mention that there was a flowerbed of pinestraw in front of the screened in porch? Well, there was, and now it was on fire. Took 4 guys to stomp it out. My work there was done, so it was off to the alcohol party.
Some of the people from the non-alcohol party came with me to the fun party. They demanded more fireballs. So, not wanting to displease, I did about three more. The last one was troublesome, however. I swallowed about three shots worth of grain. Lookout bushes, here I come (the next door neighbor asked the host the next day, "It stinks over here. Did someone throw up in my bushes?").
So after that, it was straight back to drinking. After finishing all the alcohol in the place (and even eating all the fruit from the hunch punch {fruit, alcohol, juice}), we realized that one of the people we had given a ride, had to leave for the Orange bowl at 5:00 a.m. It was about 4:15. And the DD was gone
First, we tried to call a cab. We were too drunk to figure out how to get a cab, so we played lets see who's the most sober. Having beer goggles on, I decide I'm the most sober. So, this girl and I pile into my friend's car. I don't know where the defrost controlls are, and I can't find them. So, to make up for it, I use the windshield wipers (stunning drunk logic).
I manage to get the car to her place, and then make out with her (serious beer goggles. I don't think I lived that one down for about 3 new year's parties) until her family comes out of the house to go to the game.
I drive the car back and pass out sitting up in a chair. Fun night.
I'm having a bash tomorrow, so I'll let you know if I top my current worst night: 2 nasty chicks, 1 buring flowerbed, 1 set of puke-y bushes and some drunk driving.
