I was at a formal party where my friend's friends and

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I was at a formal party where my friend's friends and family were attending. I had a few too many drinks and according to friends, blacked out by the middle of the night. Somewhere in that time period, I had 10+ drinks, harassed my friend's boyfriend and brother, danced with her boyfriend's parents in a not so nice way, threw up on a friend's expensive shoes, threw up everywhere in the bathroom, threw up in my friend's car and had to get helped home by 3 friends. Somehow my friends talked the bartender out of calling 911, the caterers called her the next day and got bitched at for what I did. I got a nasty 24-hour hangover and 2 weeks worth of regret with a long list of people to apologize to.

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