The first night I got fucked up drunk is also the night I cashed in my v-card. A lady who lives in the same apartments I do had a board games night at her house. There were several of us there, but I kept hanging afterwards. We finished a bottle of Kraken black rum, then got into this bottle of godawful shit called Holly Toddy (I remember thinking it tasted good, and realizing that I had to be fucked in half to think something like that, because I'd tried the shit sober and it was awful). Then we totally hooked up. All them jokes about alcohol being the cure for autism-induced social awkwardness? Fucking true as fuck. And nothing says romantic like trying to hook up but you have to keep taking turns to stop and barf.
Another time, me and a buddy were splitting a 36 pack and playing UFC 3. For context, I'm a Ronda Rousey fanboy. Was playing as her. Beat the fuck out of Amanda Nunes. Got happypissed and threw a mostly full beer can at Amanda. Nailed her right in the face too - I don't have aim like that sober. (Ended up having having to buy my friend a new TV). I then decided to show off by picking up the entire couch, dry-humping it in the air, then tripping over it, getting my head stuck in between the cushions, and having to beg them to save me because I knew if I tried to do it myself I'd break my own neck. Then I threw up and went home. I couldn't figure out which key to use to let myself in so I pounded on my own door until I woke up my neighbor. She helped me find the right key and let me in, and I passed out on my couch a few seconds later.
Another time I had a bottle of ouzo. I drank the entire fucking thing myself. For some reason one of my friends convinced me that it'd be a good idea to use my car to go on a weed run with three other dudes. I'm the only non-stoner of my friend group. At this point I was so drunk I couldn't balance my head on my neck, sitting in the front passenger seat with my head wobbling and, I believe, my tongue hanging out. The weed dealer was genuinely worried about me and offered to get me a no-questions-asked ambulance. Somehow I managed to Not Puke this time. Woke up on my couch, not sure how I got there.
The third time it was me, a different buddy, and two girls (one of whom wasn't drinking, the other was). I decided to pick up a random cigarette disposal and KICK SOME ASS with it, although I couldn't find any asses to kick so I just stomped around in a circle for a while. At first the girls were laughing at my drunken antics. Then they quit paying attention to me, which was both humiliating and infuriating. I began saying all the stupidest shit I could possibly think of. They kept ignoring me, although my buddy was laughing so hard I thought he was going to pass out. Shortly after this part I quit remembering things, but I've been told I fell/rolled down a hill and lay on my back at the bottom of it screaming that I hate everyone and everything.
The most recent time I drank I got punched in the mouth breaking up a fight. Decided to quit drinking after that.