So my knees buckle and before I know it, I am in a whirlpool, which somehow sucks me to the ground.

This is one of those stories that makes you wonder why you ever allowed yourself to fall into those drunken "blisses" that you hope and pray your children will never fall into.

This one day, it was an unusually warm January day, and I was so excited to get back to college. After a whole winter break of working a low paying fast food job to make "maximal" money for the great college return, I was finally back around my college buddies and able to go back to making my own rules and living my own way.

So, moving forward, we decide to put our money to good use by each pitching in to buy some liquor. So, we have Bacardi, Mad Dogg, Steel Reserve, and even Wild Irish road. After concocting our "mixing bowl punch" as we termed it, we were heavily hitting the drinks and preparing to go out for the night.

So fast forward after 5 hours of downing booze, it is already 7:00 at night and I am totally blasted out of my mind. So, what do I do? I decide to get some beers from my neighbor and keep drinking. Then, to make matters worse I am so intoxicated that a few of my friends are beginning to get worried when I am laid out on the back porch. One friend even implores me to stay home and sleep it off. BUT no can do. So against my better judgment (or lack thereof), I decide to go out and party with them.

This is where my memory gets hazy. Apparently, we went to the home of one of my brother's friends whom I'll call Brett. After trying to hold myself up on the wall, some people who know me see me and smoke some bud with me. Now, I am just totally unable to even stand. So my knees buckle and before I know it, I am in a whirlpool, which somehow sucks me to the ground. (Though I vaguely remember these events, my memory was not totally gone.)

Now, apparently, I am so drunk because the next events, I did not remember. My friends tell me that after that, I was passed out on Brett's steps. Someone yells for them to throw me out of the house. BUT...Brett, the host recognizes me as being Larry's brother and tells them to look out for me.

So, my friends leave me to party and I am on the couch still passed out. The party ends, and a young man who didn't even know me, saw me laying there passed out and felt sorry for me. So he picked me up and walked around with me on his shoulder trying to find my ride. My friends say that apparently, I misunderstood his motive and knocked him in his head because where I come from if someone you don't know picks you up, you better swing because you don't know where they might take you. So now, in addition to a drunk asshole (a.k.a. me) they also have to deal with a Good Samaritan who is half conscious thanks to my drunk ass.

Well, fast forward to the morning. I was up at 6 a.m. calling Uncle Earl (throwing up) for the next two hours.

I go to work at the dining hall later on that day and someone I don't know walks up to me and says "Dude, you were so f***ed up last night." I look at him puzzled that he remembered me because I had no idea who he was.

"Excuse me?" I reply puzzled.

"I tried to carry you out the party and you decked me," he responded.

Now it dawned on me. My friends weren't lying. So, I did the only thing I could to rectify the situation. Since I was the dining hall manager, I didn't charge him for his meal (or beers we served).

"Dude, you can deck me anytime," he says on his way out.

Well, as I always say. Just another college day of drunken dumbness.

GO BLUE BEARS!