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My Grandmother's 80th Birthday celebration.
I came back home from uni for the occasion and we all went out for a family meal at a local restaurant and then back to my Auntie's house which was round the corner. My uncle was a very heavy drinker - killed him in the end - and so the lager available at his was Special Brew. I had had some wine and champagne with the meal and then a few of those evil bastards. I was not and am not a big drinker. I was apparently the last to leave.
My next memory is waking up naked in a bath with a vaguely familiar looking, equally naked, girl asking me what the fucking hell was going on. She was the girlfriend of an old mate who lived on my route home and it turns out that I arrived at my mate's house - after she had gone to bed - and proceeded to go into their living room, sit down in a chair, cup my hands in front of my mouth and then throw up all over myself, the chair, the carpet, everything. My mate and another friend who was there picked me up and carried me to the bathroom still puking. I was dumped in the bath, stripped and they took it in turns to watch over me so I didn't choke on my own vomit and clean up the ungodly mess I had made. It took them all night. They eventually left me sleeping and my mate went to bed without waking his girlfriend. When she woke up and came in to the bathroom to get ready for work she didn't know I was in the house.
Apparently the puke was epic. I don't know as I never saw any of it. Nor did I see any of my clothes again as they were binned by my mates. The subject is still pretty much taboo.

Bloody good party Grandma.

Epic. And you got to see a mate's girlfriend's fanny. Bonus ball.