For my 19th or 20th birthday (DoB 01/01) I was in my home city of Chester, UK. My drink of choice for the evening was 80% vol Finnish vodka purchased cheaply from Estonia (that's another story). My school friends, consisting of the three people I used to play D&D with in school, were visiting various house parties of other schoolmates. I didn't give a shit about those other people, but I was happy to spend the evening in the company of my gaming buddies. At the first house I picked up half a bottle of 20% caramel liquor that the host didn't want. That was my mixer for the 80% vodka. Well, we went around 2-3 more houses each with different circles of friends celebrated New Year somewhere along the line, and ended up in one house around 2am. It was then I decided to steal an entire loaf of French bread from someone I barely knew by stuffing up the sleeve of my long coat. It was successful, but to this day, I have no idea why I thought that was a good idea.
I left the house, returned to my family home, and ate the bread. I then proceeded to sleep for about 40mins, and then I vomited every half hour from 3am til about 9am. Good times.