I didn't believe a word of it, until I saw the pics

At the time, I was a newly initiated member of my frat and while that remained my predominant social outlet, I sometimes went out with coworkers. One night one of my co-workers, Sandy was having her 24th birthday party and we were all invited.

After a couple glasses of wine with the coworkers at Olive Garden, I met up with one of my best friends/frat brothers and told him about the party. That could only mean one thing: power hour! We went right over to his place with some of my other friends, we began taking straight shots of rum and tequila and more.

By this point, I am so intoxicated I don't even know my name, but to prove I can outdrink everyone, I continue to match my friend shot for shot until we leave for Sandy's party.

At the party, lo and behold, right in front of me stands a huge table filled with every type of booze known to man. Of course, we went right for the table, and take more and more shots until eventually I tumble over onto the floor. (From this point on, all I remember is what I was told the next day by friends and associates.)

Apparently, I grabbed a pool ball from Sandy's table in the basement and began to toss it in the air. The two guys actually playing pool, became angry and got ready to jump me. My only saving grace is that several of my frat brothers were there and threatened to get involved if they didn't step out of my face. Close call, number 1!

Then, I am dared by one of my frat brothers to go outside and moon cars as they pass by the house. So I drop my pants and with my hairy ass completely exposed, I run up the stairs, out front and start presenting my ass. Sandy being wasted herself, comes outside laughing hysterically while simultaneously begging me to stop.

Next, I am dared to go streaking. Mind you when I was online, my pledge name was daredevil. It not being in my nature to refuse a dare, I immediately shed my clothes and go running around the block completely naked. I rush back inside when I hear a cop siren to a crowd of people laughing hysterically and cheering.

I go out into the living room and pass out face down. A few partygoers who knew my brother called him to come and pick me up. And then, they were nice enough to carry me to his car. I puked at least 10 times on the way to our dorm room. My brother managed to lug me to our dorm room and throw me in bed.

At about 6:00 a.m. I am awakened by one of my frat brothers asking me if I'm all right. Dazed and confused, I look around to see that I am not in my dorm room. I’m at my frat brother's apartment on a futon. The clothes I wore the previous night are in a bag next to the futon and the clothes I am wearing are way too big for me.

We’ve deduced that I must have gotten up after my brother took me back to our dorm room, and staggered outside looking for a party. I then passed out on a sidewalk, and a couple of my fraternity brothers who happened to be driving by, saw me laying there and stopped to help. I was so intoxicated that I had puked and pissed all over myself, so they did the brotherly thing: and lined trashbags in the bed of their pickup truck, and carefully tossed me in. When they got back to his apartment, seeing the condition I was in, his girlfriend changed my clothes and put me in some of her boyfriend’s clothes.

I didn’t believe a word of it, until I saw the pics. The photos of me lying in puke and piss were self-explanatory. And another surprise! That Monday when I returned to work, Sandy was showing pictures she had of me streaking and mooning.

To this day, two years after graduation, I am still known as daredevil!