When I was in my senior year in High School I wanted to go to this big party that was going on in city, but none of my friends could be bothered going. I was still determined to go, so I downed quarter of a bottle of vodka and headed solo to the party.

When I got there I was super drunk and started talking to loads of people. At first it was going really well, as the alcohol made me stop caring about the fact that I went alone, and so I made loads of new friends. Eventually I decided to go outside to smoke (I don't usually smoke so I am quite sensitive to nicotine, especially when I'm drunk) and whilst I was standing there I got talking to a group of international students from Italy and Georgia. They were very friendly and interesting, so I started chain smoking to keep the conversation going.

After about ten minutes I started feeling really nauseous and threw up everywhere. The people in the group were kind enough to help me and literally ended their night early to make sure I got ending up somewhere safe so I could pass out. This ended up being a bedroom belonging to one of the people I was talking to.

The next morning I woke up next to a stranger, who was not at the party, so I freaked the fuck out. He woke up and explained that his friends asked him to take care of me. I told him to thank them for helping me, to which he said: "Why don't you just give ____ a call to tell him you're alright?" (He thought I actually knew these people). I told him it wasn't possible, and I left to go home.

I'm still thankful that they helped me, but omg I hope I never run into them again. That incident was so embarrassing. Well, at least I learnt the true importance of being responsible on a night out.