Freshman year a couple notable things happened.
I was still a dumb hardcore raver kid when I started Uni. With my new best pal first semester, I took a bus trip at midnight to the other end of the state. Our bus was late, so we missed the connection, and got stuck at a Greyhound station at 4am for a couple hours. Finally we make it to our destination, in the middle of the ghetto at 8am on a Saturday, where we had to wait until his sister could pick us up.
We had to supervise his nephew and other kids that afternoon, but that's irrelevant.
that night, his friends pick us up and take us back across town. He leaves me with his friends and goes to the party early. I'm super shy, but this guy is THE dealer for the town. I bought some weed for another day, and a pill for the night; after gettin stoned we were off on an hour drive towards Mexico.
The party (pretty decent setup and talent, 3 stages) got busted early, despite being located on the outer edges of nowhere. I'd eaten nothing all day, and been there at least 90 minutes, but always came up slow on pills (especially these excellent tightly packed ones). So it finally hit me right as the cops raid the place.
Time for an hour ride back to the city, in a car full of strangers, peaking my ass off.
The rest of the night and next day was a blur ... but we went to a house party in the city (EVERYONE from the event showed up). Everyone there was on at least two drugs. Countless bowls were smoked. Then my friend (who I hadnt seen all night) comes up with some K, which I'd never tried (or even heard of, really). Another guy I'd been hanging out with all night also knew I was a K virgin, so he gave me a fat line which all but knocked me out, tripping in the corner - until the Cops raided the house too.
More K the next day, somehow we found a ride to the bus station and made it back to school 48 hours after we left. What a time. I miss that guy.
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A few friends were graduating, so the weekend before finals we had to party it up hardcore. I'd been doing drugs for a year or two, but still mostly a n00b to alcohol - so this was my first time drinking hard liquor. and I weighed probably 55 kg / 125lbs.
My school boasts having the "second largest wooden dome structure in the world." Suffice it to say, its huge. And f*cking steep. There were always rumors of people climbing it to snowboard in the winter, some dying, etc. We didn't buy any of it.
I had absolutely
no intentions of climbing it with my crazy friends. I'm a pussy when it comes to adventure.
Splitting a bottle of vodka with someone, though, changed that. After 6 shots' worth, I was anxiously game. At first I only went part of the way up (before it got real hard), but eventually I joined my friends running all the way to the top (and run you must; you've got to lean in and sprint for a good 30 seconds before the curve gets less severe).
So that was fine and dandy. We saw some cops busting another party @ the apartment complex and split.
6 more shots later, though, and we were going again. Except, with a BAC of about .25, I wasn't going anywhere. I kept triyng to run up, but would run out of steam and slide back down to the overhang. After about 15 tries (getting just short of where I needed to be), I slid down too fast and f*cked up my foot on the landing.
It hurt like hell (but dulled by the vodka), but I was close to passing out. Especially when trying to walk. I tried to get a 'friend' to walk back with me, but she had her eyes dead-set on fucking some guy. So I had to walk a mile back to my place on a severely damaged foot.
What's worse, I had finals that week, and was moving back to my parents in a week ... so I just borrowed crutches and waited a week to have X-rays, with it just wrapped up in an ace bandage.
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And the only time I've ever blacked out ... me and my 'mates decided to throw a party at our apartment last fall. I invited about 5 people, who in turn invited 5 people. One of my 'mates, though, went and told every person he ran into on campus for a week prior about our party. My friend's gf ran to the nearest freshman dorm and scooped up all the girls. So we had 150 people packed into my apartment. I started drinking early (thanks to some vodka), had many beers, traded tequilla with my buddy .. then got smoked out by my best friend here. After that, it was suddenly an hour later, I came out of my room at the urging of one of my 'mates. the apartment was empty (and a mess). I walked out the front door to see two of my 'mates standing along the wall, and a third on the ground in handcuffs at the feet of a 6'7 cop. He's notorious for talking shit to cops.
In the end, I got a huge free meal @ denny's, as the 'mate got some bail money off some girl, but didn't get arrested. But I still have no idea what happened in that one hour of blacked-outness.
Oh, except that I apparently heard the cops were coming and proceeded to hide a bunch of stuff. The alcohol and bud/pipe from my closet ended up in the pantry. I was certain someone had stolen my OCs (which I'd driven 6 hours to pick up the week before), as I tore my room apart looking for the bottle, with no luck.
The happy ending was that I found them over a month later when looking for some paper. I'd even checked the box I found them in, but not deep enough. That was a good week.
Now I'm set to graduate, but still not even 21. Many years of craziness lie ahead, no doubt, even if its not in college!
edit: here's a picture of the dome ... if the pic is too big let me know, i'll find a smaller one:
doesn't look too impressive, but see the white verticle ledge and overhang by the left telephone pole? That's about 10ft, above the entry doors.