My 23rd birthday was pretty good, partied pretty hard... the time before that was in Austin, Texas. So awesome - 6th Street, if any of you ever want a good time any night of the week, visit. So I went to bar to bar to bar to bar to bar... I consumed more than I can remember with my anthro friends, I went to a conference all day, partied all night, anyway, so I'm drinking this GIGANTIC beer and I feel a little barfy, and I signal to my friend, and she's like, okay let's hit the bathroom, and then I'm holding it in, get to the bathroom, pull back my hair very neatly, and throw up once in the garbage can. THEN I procede to take a towel and clean off my mouth and then go back out to finish the beer. Get back to the hotel, all of the walking is a blur, laughing, friends, lights, a hell of a lot of music everywhere. Once we get back I say, oh shit, I'm going to be reallllly sick guys. Sit down outside, and start throwing up on the balcony patio part. My boyfriend calls, drunk also, and he got so PISSED at me because my guy friend was looking after me and he answered my phone, to say I would call him back, because he called me a few times in a row. Finally I have a minute to answer the phone, and tell him, I'm throwing up on a patio, I'll call you later. My shining moment of the evening was feeling sick right before going into the hotel, grabbing the railing and throwing up over the second story balcony. WORST HANG OVER OF MY LIFE. I got in the shower that night and passed out in the tub. Woke up freezing in luke-warm water. Tried to drink some water, drank more water, couldn't pee and wanted to die, drank more water, finally could pee and definitely had alcohol poisening. Going to the conference the next day... it was hell. I think I've finally learned my lesson.