I'll start. I didn't drink much in HS. Got drunk at my graduation, but was fine the next day. However, my GF's parents threw her a graduation party. Kegs of beer, booze, the works. I have memories of crawling up to the guest room on my hands and knees. Later I woke up in my own vomit. Having been raised by a strict military father I got up, showered off, stripped the bed and headed downstairs to run the laundry. As I move thru the living room I see her dad. He's passed out in his lazy-boy, wearing only his fruit of the loom and had puke on his chest. I decided I was good and went back to bed.