So it was a Saturday night and not much was happening. We had just been hanging out in Liz's room looking through her photo album. Adam (not me) was making fun of every picture, Emre was looking on rather quietly, and I was making my own comments every now and then. Liz mentioned repeatedly how much she hates this person she has labeled as ``Castration Boy,'' which was an interesting highlight of the photo-experience. After we were done, we talked about what to do, and Liz mentioned that she wanted to get drunk. So Adam (not me) said he would ask his friend to hook us up. But he decided he was going to drink with Josh instead, so Emre went with his friend to get the stuff. We had talked to Jeff and Becky about it and Becky was obviously happy to drink, and Jeff said he'd join us later but didn't feel like drinking.

While Emre was gone, Liz and I went to the General Store in the University Center (otherwise known as the GS in the UC, or GSUC) to get the orange juice and cups. It didn't take too long until Emre came back. He had bought a liter of vodka and a 6-pack of Samuel Adams with the 25 or so dollars that we had collected (5 bucks from each of us, as usual.) We convinced Becky to let us go up to her room while we waited for her, and it wasn't too long before she came to start what would be a rather bad night for all of us. Emre started out with a Sam Adams, and Liz, Becky, and I all poured ourselves screwdrivers. (They say vodka is the tasteless alcohol, something about the way the alcohol combines with the sugar in the juice, but I have yet to drink a screwdriver that didn't have a vodka taste to it. Maybe we just need more OJ when we mix them to get rid of the tase.) It didn't take long until Becky had decided that she didn't want to drink vodka, and cracked open a Sam Adams. So after I had finished my first screwdriver, I finished off hers - of which there was much still left. By this time Liz was also drinking a Sam Adams, and I had never tried one before, so I grabbed one. (I still hate beer, though.) I was pretty buzzed by the time I had finished that - I had had the equivalent of 5 shots now, and since I was an amatuer to alcohol at the time, my tolerance was not exactly high. I needed to use the bathroom pretty bad, so Emre helped me down the stairs and to the boys bathroom, of which on the way down the stairs I ran into Lisa, who had just came back from a hip-hop concert (Tribe Called Quest at the Palladium, I think), and said that she might drop by Becky's room later. (It's probably best that she never did that night.) So I returned from the bathroom, and eventually Jeff showed up. I was pretty out of it by now, I guess the alcohol had really kicked in. Sometime Jeff and Emre had both left the room, and I was there with Liz and Becky, who were doing something or rather, not paying attention to me. It was a bad thing that Jeff and Emre had left, because, in my drunken state, I had decided to pour myself another screwdriver. This was what put me over the top, and I don't remember much from here out. I think I remember going to the bathroom again or something, I'm not really sure, but I remember coming into the room and trying to sit down, although I ended up laying down, on Becky's carpet. I don't know how much time had passed after that, but I was feeling really sick, and up it came, onto the carpet. Emre came in and picked me up and walked me to the girls bathroom, the closest one, since the entire 3rd floor is girls. I remember saying something like "but this is the girls bathroom," but it didn't really matter at this point. At some point, Jeff came back, discovered my condition, and then both him and Emre walked me down stairs, to my room - I think. (Much of the story was told to me after I had woken up the next day.) Apparently, we came into my room, which my roommate and his friends quickly emptied after the saw my state, and I vomited again into the trashcan. I guess everyone that was in the hall new about my condition at this point, because Josh was the one that carried the trashcan in front of me as they led me down to the bathroom again. I remember bits and pieces of hugging the trashcan by the window in the bathroom, and being fed water and some sort of herbal thing that Jon cooked up, something that helped my liver I guess (I was told the next day that they had also tried to feed me crackers.) I also remember sitting on the toilet for quite a while, and hearing that the cmpus EMTs had come in. Apparently, as I'm told, the campus police joined the fun too for a bit, along with an oxygen tank, but they left before I was off the toilet. Jeff told me the next day that they had helped me over to the urnial because I had need to urinate, but instead I vomited into it, and at that point Mario told Cosmo to call the EMTs. (I was wondering who had called them and why.) Although I don't remember it at all, I'm told that I had quite an audience while I was hugging the trashcan. I guess most of the people from the floor had stopped by at one point or another to see what was going on, and apparently quite a few had stayed, filled with worry. I was told that at one point I asked "what is all this?," and Nate said, "It's your public, Adam." Eventually I came back to my room and Jeff helped me into bed and took off my shirt and pants and handed me my t-shirt that I sleep in. I remember that, and I remember him saying "lay on your stomach" - after all, he didn't want me to end up like Jimi Hendrix. But I don't remember at all that Emre had stayed with me in the room to watch over me while I slept, and he said I woke up a couple times during the night, and he had to wet a towel to wipe my face with.

When I woke of the next morning, I found a gallon of water from Store 24, a still-damp towel, and a couple cups next to my bed on the floor. I didn't remember at all how they got there, which is probably when I realized that I didn't remember most of the night. To my surprise I heard about how everyone had seen me last night, and that Becky and Liz kind of went overboard emotionally, and were crying for quite a few hours, until 3 or 4 A.M. or so.