Winter of 94 and it was my first time drinking heavily. The older high-school kids who I was kind of friends with were throwing a kegger for 3 guys who were taking off to Europe for a year. I managed to snag a ride to the party (45 minutes away, at a house in the country) in the bed of a friend's pickup truck, it was -15 that night. Going down dirt roads in a snowstorm with no blankets etc... I got pretty cold. Luckily I had pre-drank half a mickey of gin. At that time I was super scrawny and half a mickey was enough to do some serious damage to my sobriety. We arrive at the party, first thing I do is knock over a pitcher of beer onto the stereo. It's fucked and no more tunes for hours until another stereo arrives from town. Start drinking beer (Texas Star? Lone Star? Some beer with a star in the name - facking horrible). The older guys at the party start feeding the beer to us younger guys like there's no tomorrow. I go outside to take a piss, stupidly drunk, fall down a window well and can't get things together enough to find my way out. End up breaking the window with a kick, which was above the couch in the basement where people are drinking. Nice. Glass everywhere, in people's beers, etc. Guys come to pull me out of the well and give me shit about the window. At this point I get belligerent. A taxi pulls up and an older man (an adult) gets out, sees me in the getting talked to by others, and comes over to see what the fuss is about. I start mouthing off at the 'old man' saying he should go find a party with other seniors (he was maybe 45, tops.) Turns out it was his house, and his son was one of the guys going to Europe, and he threw the party and had gone into town (return trip in a cab from there to town was about $30) to get another stereo after I had busted the first one. This doesn't matter at all to me - I take a swing at him. I trip, fall on my face, pull myself to my feet, pseudo-black-out, wake up hours later buried under about 20 bags of trash in the -15 degree garage. Ended up being put forcibly in a cab and driven to a friend's house to sleep it off. Was still throwing up 36 hours later. Good times.