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Input: Text: this was a couple weeks ago - don't know why it only just hit me to post it!
i'm from australia, in year 12, and i graduated recently.
my last day at school was fantastic! we all met up in a park, got pissed in the early morning and then walked into school as a 200-odd group of students. we just messed around with teachers for half a day and had a bunch of fun playing (really mild) pranks on the school.
we broke up at lunch time, and i headed to the beach with some guys that i've become closer with recently. had the best afternoon fucking around on the beach, doing flips on a bouncy ball we buried in the sand and doing a bit of bodysurfing.
we went back to my mates place who lives real close, and this is when the fucking up started.

you see, i turned 18 a couple weeks earlier during exams - legal drinking and general adulting age here down under. due to pretty strict parents and a lack of time, i'd decided to have my first night out on the last day of school instead of going out on my birthday. so i planned, with a friend - let's call him steve - to have a crazy night out. i was going to go to his for pres, we'd then hit a local bar popular with kids our age for a couple of hours with his good mates and then we'd kick on to his mates place after closing time, and i'd spend the night at steve's. i thought i'd stay with steve after school broke up, but decided to go to the beach with the others on a whim.

i'm at my mates house near the beach, in a towel and nothing much else, with sweaty stinking school clothes in my bag, eating dinner with everyone when i realise i've made plans with steve. we were having a ripper of a time! no one wanted me to leave (which i gotta say was an awesome feeling). i came this close to ditching steve and sticking with my beach pals for the evening, but then i called him up.

turns out all save 3 of his mates have ditched completely, so we'll be the only two going to the local bar and when we kick on there'll only be three other guys, no girls. i decide, reluctantly, to go with him, because we've been planning this for a while after all and he's my mate. 

so i head home from the beach to pack an overnight bag. an hour in buses, in an uncomfortable uniform. get home, have a shower, quickly throw a few things in a bag, turn around and head to steves. another hour on public transport.

i get to his at 8 - it's already later than we'd planned. we have a couple of ciders then kick on to the bar. steves a bit disappointed with the whole situation, so we don't really talk too much. there's a damper on the mood.

there's no one that we know at the bar. we'd planned to go because our entire year and most of the girls that we know (it's an all boys school) we're gonna be there and it would have been an awesome vibe. we finish our pints and decide to kick on early to his mate's place.

we walk back to steve's, he grabs a bunch of liquor he's been saving and we go to his mates - lets call his mate connor.

connor lets us in through the back gate. he lives in a rich suburb, and we're in a room separated from the main house by a yard and a pool - like a fancy shed or something. his parents don't know we're there.

i quickly figure out that the guys there are boring as hell. we don't have much common ground. they're having a pretty good time, but i'm basically sitting in a corner on my phone. 

after half an hour i go, what the hell, it's the last day of school. if i'm not enjoying myself i may as well get fucked up.

connor gets out shot glasses and we start doing shots of vodka. little did i know, however, that they were double shot glasses. i manage to consume, in different forms, 14 standards in the space of 40 minutes, like an absolute fucking idiot.

from there the night gets hazy. i've been told in great detail about it by steve however. to sum up a long and (apparently) hilarious series of events, i got drunker and drunker as the alcohol hit me, eventually getting to the point where i wasn't really reliably standing up. the lads went outside for a smoke, telling me to stay inside on the couch, where i was.

after a bit i got bored of the couch it seems! so i staggered outside, got within 2 metres of them, said, "hi guys!!" at the top of my lungs, and just collapsed onto the pavement, cracking my chin open.

they couldn't stop laughing but managed to drag me inside and give me a paper towel to stem the bleeding. then i start vomiting everywhere.

after about half an hour of me gushing bile they call the ambos and i get taken to hospital and have stitches put in my chin, and am treated for intoxication (no stomach pump thank god!!) but the fuck up doesn't stop there!!

by this point it's about 4 am. steve and his mates don't know my parents' details so they don't know i'm in hospital. i sleep fitfully for a few hours while i recover, and at 7 am the nurse asks me to go wait in the waiting room.

my phone at this point is on 1%. i text steve, telling him i'm at randwick hospital. he says to hang tight and he'll be there in a couple of hours once he's sober enough to drive. my phone dies.

at this point, lacking a shirt (it was covered in blood and vomit so it got chucked out) and shoes (they're back at connor's), still a little drunk, high on whatever painkillers they gave me and a lack of sleep, and feeling like a pig shit in my head, i just sort of give up. i decide not to call my parents because i'll fuck something up in the explanation and because i know i'm absolutely screwed when they find out. so i try to find a way to charge my phone to stay in contact with steve. there is none!! the front desk don't have any chargers!

i resign myself to my fate and sit in a dazed stupor for an hour and a half. then i tell myself - hang on! i told steve i was in randwick hospital, but the sign above the desk says it's the prince of wales! i must have misread the sign! he must be headed to the wrong place!! they are in fact, one and the same, but for some reason i don't realise this.

i wait for another half an hour and my suspicions seem to be confirmed when he doesn't arrive. i call a cab with the hospitals phone, go to his house t see if anyone's home (no one is) and head back to mine, have a much-needed shower, tell my parents i'm at home and collapse into bed.

the stuff that makes it worse: i was really and truly grounded - despite being a legal adult, i'm now not allowed to go out until the end of november even as everyone's having an awesome time now (yay!!), i ended up having sprained my ankle and not being able to move it for half a week, the lads that i left ended up having the most wholesome and fantastic night, going to the same bar that we left later and rocking out, i missed out on a camping trip i'd planned with my really good friends for the day after, and last but not least - turns out i almost died, so i was grappling with that for a couple days afterwards !

i've got no illusions about it, it was my own fault and it was a bloody idiotic thing to do. also, i got off pretty lightly compared to how things could have gone but that's definitely not the point of this sub, and i definitely fucked up !

TIFU on my first proper night out (a long and sad tale)