I had plenty of wild experiences in college, but this was the worst

Being the frat-boy that I was, I definitely had my share of drinking experiences at Salisbury University. But, if I were to choose one that takes the cake, I would have to say that it was the night where I was so drunk that my memory of it is based solely on what others have told me.

It started around 3 p.m. It was a spring-like autumn day where the wind blew just enough to penetrate the warm air and produce a just right feeling. That day, some frat brothers and I were over at another brother's house and decided to play drinking games with one of the campus sororities. I must have tossed down at least 7 shots of Bacardi.

Later on at about 7:00, I left my frat brother's house and went to hang out with my biological brother whom I lived with at the time. He bought three bottles of Parrot Bay and we began mixing them with coke and drinking. I must have drank at least a whole bottle to myself. At this time my head was starting to spin. We went over to my brother's best friend's house and continued our drinking escapades with him. At this point it was well into the night maybe 9 o'clock and I was D-runk!

My brother's best friend tried to take my drink after I went out on his porch and attempted to pee off the balcony but instead ended up peeing all over myself and all over the neighbors sitting on the balcony beneath us. They must not have known what was going on because they never looked up or said anything.

By about 10 o'clock, I had gone next door over my brother's girlfriend's house and passed out in her bathtub. She and my brother found me there and together managed to lug me to the car. When they got me to my house, they tried to get me inside but couldn't move me any further, so they had to solicit help from the neighbors to take me into the house. They had to carry me and eventually throw me in bed because all of my senses were gone and I couldn't even stand.

Needless to say when I woke up in the morning, I was covered in my own bodily fluids as I had thrown up and peed all over myself multiple times throughout the night. I had a killer hangover that even a frat-boy who was used to drinking couldn't take. In fact, I was hungover for two days straight and unable to do anything. I must have lost at least five pounds that weekend because I couldn't even keep down soup.