I used to drink tequilla...

There are a few pretty terrible ones that I could mention. Back in the day when I was young and innocent (around about 16) I got myself into a lot of idiotic situations with alcohol.

The first that springs to mind was so bad I don't remember most of it. I had been having what could possibly be called one of the shittiest days of my life, and having been invited over to a friend's house with my boyfriend for drinks, decided to drink until I could forget the day entirely. I kind of got my wish. One minute I'm necking gin mixed with lemonade and lime cordial (fuck knows how much was in those bottles we had, obviously too much), and the other two were too busy dancing to the time warp to watch my drinking. Next thing I know I'm out in the alley behind her house, no shoes, coat or phone, literally freezing to death. Apparently I threw up a lot and they both thought I was okay, after which I got very aggresive and told them I could walk home by myself. If it hadn't been for her next door neighbours I would have died. They called up an ambulance and, well, it wasn't pretty.

Then there was the legend of V-Day (Vodka day). It was mid-afternoonish and I had just finished off a bottle of red wine whilst my friends were gingerly trying the sherry we had found in the cupboard. After wandering into town to meet another mate, I drank another bottle of wine and then bought some cheap shitty vodka. By this point I was too drunk to actually taste the stuff so I was downing it pretty fast. I kissed my best friend and joined another of them in running round in circles on the floor screaming about having squirrels under our skin. The last thing I remember about that was being at home, throwing up and singing a song about lepoards.

There was also an absinthe incident. This being the first time the three of us had tried it, we went to the nature park after school and with absolutely no finess just downed it straight from the bottle. After roughly a 1/3 each of 80% shit we were pretty wasted. I hadn't eaten all day either. I stumbled home somehow, I still don't recall how, and went straight up to my room to vomit bright green all over my carpet. Being too drunk to deal with it at the time, I covered it up with my dressing gown and then went straight back out after dinner to drink gin with my boyfriend.

Even further back in time was the first time I got drunk, 13 years of age. I found the diary entry about it today actually and I was impressed at my stamina. 8 glasses of Cava and about 3 shots of spirits. I recall feeling really warm so I tried to stick my head in the freezer but it wouldn't fit so I lay on our kitchen floor. I kept going into the lounge and asking my parents if they thought I was drunk, and then I went to bed, only to throw up and have a horrendous hangover in school the next day.

There are probably more but I forget most of them.

Jam it back in, in the dark.