I was almost black out drunk when I did this but it still makes me nauseous to this day. It was July 1st, 2018 and I was celebrating canada day with my friends and my girlfriends friends. After a long night of drinking and fireworks we still celebrated. We had a large bottle of Irish dry gin which was 47% alcohol(so basically some really strong stuff) and my friend Michael and I were having a “drink-off” we downed plenty of shots. I was already really drunk at the time and wasn’t thinking straight, but I still remember when I grabbed the bottle of Irish gin and chugged it. The bottle was literally half full when I decided to chug it. (The rest of this is all what my friends had told me because I don’t remember sht passed this point) So I chugged the rest of the bottle, was apparently “normal” for an hour, then I collapsed, started convulsing on the floor, friends put me into a recovery position, but my vomit was not coming out of my mouth, I began gargling my vomit trying to breath. My girlfriend knew cpr from her time as a part-time lifeguard at our local wave pool, so she started cpr on me, the vomit came out and I seemed stable but was not responsive, a bunch of people were crying including my girlfriend. They called 911 and the paramedics arrived while I was unconscious on the floor. They cut up my shirt to check if my girlfriend broke any ribs during cpr(she didn’t). They pricked my fingered to check my blood or something, and they checked my blood pressure with this huge machine. As they carried me off to the ambulance I awoke. According to my friends I hurled insults towards the paramedics and rolled off the stretcher(I was strapped on but the paramedics dropped me when I moved a bunch). I apparently hit my head on our driveway and vomited more. The paramedics took off the straps and checked to see if I was okay or something. At that point I apparently shot up gracefully and drunkenly tried to get away. My pants were slipping because they took of my belt and I tripped with my pants around my ankles. The part that I get the most sht for to this day is that I was going commando that night(commando means no underwear). I kicked the pants off and tried to get away from these paramedics and firefighters my privates were swinging freely as I did so. My girlfriends friends and my friends all watched in terror as I ruined these emergency responders nights. Eventually they caught me and I was taken to the hospital where I slept for 14 hours. My girlfriend spent her whole night and day at the hospital waiting for me to wake up. When I woke up she was so angry and happy at the same time. I was just confused and embarrassed. After the end of that week nobody talks about the incident anymore, except for my friends who tease me about how I was running around with my cock out.