Original Source: soberinfo.com
Strangely enough, I remember my first blackout quite vividly. I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but bare with me.
I was a senior in high school and went to visit my brother in college his freshman year. He was a very social guy, on the school surf team, and had recently pledged a fraternity. Needless to say, I was very excited to check out the college scene, and more importantly, the college guys.
My brother brought me to his frat house where they were having a pre-party before the night began. Not wanting a babysitter, nor did my brother want to babysit me, I acted like a big girl and socialized on my own. I remember sitting in one of the rooms where a nice young man repeatedly offered me shots of Captain Morgan. At this point I was elated because this was my drink of choice (the fact that a high schooler has a “drink of choice” is an entire issue in itself). Never had anyone at any party I’d ever been to offer me shot after shot of alcohol. In high school giving someone your alcohol is like giving someone your diamonds; Its rare that we have any so there’s no way we’re sharing. I felt like a big shot in the big frat house on the big college campus. And then things got hazy.
I remember there being a house and a big sofa. I remember there being a line for the bathroom. I remember seeing a wooden fence and rocks on the ground. Then I remember seeing the rocks covered with my Captain Morgan, and someone shouting “Who’s responsible for the girl in the pink?”
As I sat in the rocks, head spinning, I waited for my brother to come find me. He had no idea how much I had to drink that night, nor did he know how little I had to eat beforehand. He tried to put me in a taxi back to his dorm room but I was too sick, and the price to “clean-up” a taxi was 100 bucks. So he walked me back to his dorm, a mile away.
Looking back, I wish I would have known what to expect before diving into the deep waters of college drinking. I never knew that the unsupervised environment could make such a drastic difference in how people drank. I thought I was being cool by accepting all of those shots when everyone else was skipping a few here and there. I guess they knew the code of college drinking. A lesson I had to learn the hard way.