This part is pretty hazy, but I remember sitting on his bed, pulling on my Uggs (and nothing else)

So a couple friends of mine decided to be sober for two months (which is pretty unbelievable for students of UCSB, one of the country's biggest party schools). We decided to have a little celebration on the night that they could finally drink again ... and by celebration I mean drinking way too much alcohol in way too short of a time.

Needless to say, this was a very eventful night; for me in particular. When we usually partied, I drank enough to give myself a good buzz, but I never felt as though I was as drunk as the rest of my friends. That night, I decided that I would test my limits... NOT a good idea.

Four friends and I began drinking around 8 pm in my dorm room (we were really excited) and in the next half hour, I consumed no less than eleven drinks. Still feeling completely sober, I walked down the hall with my friends to a guy friend's room where we began writing on each other with sharpies.

Fade to Black.

It is now approximately 2:30 am and I am COMPLETELY naked. I'm snuggled up to some dude that I have never seen before IN MY LIFE in what I am assuming is his bed. You probably think I would be freaking out by now, but for some reason, this felt like the most natural thing in the world. This part is pretty hazy, but I remember sitting on his bed, pulling on my Uggs (and nothing else) before I realized that my clothes were strewn across his floor. Somehow I get dressed, and this guy ever so kindly walks me to the elevator, and escorts me to my room.

I walk into my room to find my roommate hanging with some douche when she starts FLIPPING out. You see, prior to this event, I have had no sexual experience WHATSOEVER... I had never even kissed a guy before! My roommate and I have been friends since middle school, so you can imagine her shock when I walked into the room six hours after she had last seen me, my hair in complete disarray, my make up strewn across my face, and my shirt on backwards.

I tried to rack my brain to see if I could assemble any kind of memory of the past six hours, but i only drew a blank. Still pretty drunk, I stumbled over to a friends room where they recapped the night (or as much of it as they could) for me.

Apparently, while we were in our friends room down the hall, everybody realized that I was waaaay too drunk. they all decided to go out to IV, but told me multiple times to stay in my room.

Of course, I obliged. but having no memory retention at all, as is common for people who are black-out drunk, I followed them out.

Somewhere outside my residence hall, I guess we met some boys, befriended them, and we all went out to IV together. At one point, my friends say that I completely latched myself to one of the boys.

So from that moment on, I was pretty much making out with him all night. the last time my roommate saw me, I was in line for a bathroom at a party, this guy in tow. And the next thing i know ... I'm in his bed.

And that, my friends, was my first (and hopefully my last) blackout. Needless to say, I will never drink that much again.