I have entirely too many that I could put up on here, but I'll just list one thats just more than a little absurd.
The night started off rather innocently, my roommate and I each purchased a 1/5 of Everclear (195 proof grain alcohol) and a Quart of Fierce Grape Gatorade. Well, maybe thats not so innocent. Regardless, two hours later, my bottle of Everclear is quite gone. Enter the land of blackout. The last thing I remember was ripping the screen out of the window in our room (we had a sublevel room where our window looked out at the grass, so you could crawl out easily).
Apparently I was spotted all over campus in nothing but my boxer shorts and one sock. Mind you, I live in Connecticut and this was in early February, so there was snow on the ground and it was bitter ass cold, but apparently I wasn't feeling it at all. I was seen walking through the library, campus's main courtyard, and attempted to get into the dining hall, but it was locked. I apparently was in a cheery mood and was nothing but smiles and laughs to everyone that talked to me. I guess at one point I passed out on a bench outside the library and someone helped me to the general area of my dorm.
I woke up the next day in bed, soaked to the bone, covered in mud, and my feet looked like raw hamburger. I had minor frostbite on my toes, but that was the only extent of my injuries.
My roommate puked in his trashcan and passed out in our room. Who had the better night?!
*Raises Hand*
If only I could remember...