Some of your most wasted and memorable times

Party freshman year. Threw up chunks on this girls kitchen stove, thinking it was the sink (bathroom was too far away, wasn’t going to make it)

That was my first and last party at her house

Decided to get drunk on rum and whiskey before going out, never pulled anything but my stomach out...

When my crush on my high school summer trip sat on my lap and I got bricked up instantly....good times, good times 

Met a beautiful woman on Tinder who said she found me attractive and had a great personality. She asked me to take her to her favorite Michelin star restaurant, which I did because idk I wanted to be a gentleman. The check came and she obviously had alligator hands, and I already knew I was going to have to pay for the dinner anyways. She never texted me back after the first dinner date, not even a simple thank you. I learned my lesson and only do drinks now. 

edit - sorry i interpreted wasted in a different manner. Still memorable haha. 

I went to this one party in Charlottesville, VA with a bunch of UVA chicks in college. I got into this case race of 24 pack Bud Light cans - about 12 people in the case race. Somehow midway through the case race I told these two chicks that they were the hottest. I said I couldn't choose which one to make out with. Then one chick says "why do you make out with both of us then." I said to this chick I would only do it if someone took a picture of this and some guy took a picture of us 3 way kissing. Good times. Gotta love UVA chicks. 

Summer holidays used to be my most wasted times because usually I did nothing during this time, simply nothing!

My last day of studying abroad in Milano in may 2021.

The morning was chill, at lunch time I ate out a tasty ass piza and some pastisseries (throwing my last Euros) and then, in the evening, decided to say goodbye to those with whom I got with during those months. We decided to go to Sempione (which is for Milan what Central Park is for NY) and started the evening drinking and smoking some weed on a picnic blanket. One even had a guitar and started to sign some songs.

As the sun was getting down and it started to get colder, we decided to move to someone's rent because it was quarantine period, so at 22:00 the streets should be empty. It was around 23:00 when we were in our way to another's guy apartment and we passed in front of square where there were a bunch of other students drinking (maybe 500 or so). The police came with 10 vans to clear the zone and everyone panicked. All the street was full of students running into the other way and stopping every 2 - 3 meters to look back if the police finished so they can get back into the spot and continue the party. We fucked around a little into all this chaos meeting other people which we knew and then got into the guy's apartment. It was mostly chill, drank some vodka and told some jokes at a balcony with a nice view into a church with lights. At a moment there was an Italian guy who didn't spoke English so well. Until that moment I thought I didn't spoke Italian, but the alcohol gave me the courage to tell joke in Italian in front of everybody and suprisingly he understood it and even laughed so I was feeling fucking accomplished because finally I felt that I was leaving Italy accomplishing my main "professional" goal: Learning the language. As the night was passing, the ambiance was quite chill and most of the night I was flirting in a sofa with a girl which was into me.

At 3:00 the party ended and I headed with a friend towards our residence which was at 7km from where we were and we even planned that exiting at this time we could pick the last bus at a close station, but heading towards the station which was at the end of a long straight street we see how the the last bus passes - FUCK. So we were somewhat panicked because the fine was around 500 EUR if you did not respect the quarantine rules (and I had only close to 50 EUR left to get to the airport the next day to catch the flight). The Carabineri were patrolling the city so we were moving like rebels/guerrilla in war time, trying to stay closer to cars so we are not so easily visible and instead of walking through the fastest route which would be the main streets, we walked through the most fucked up and unknown streets of the city. To our luck, in the middle of our way home I see a fucking Carabineri car entering our street. My friend was so panicked that he lay down like he was receiving fire and getting covered and I told him to get the fuck up and act normal - c'est la vie I thought - but the Carabineri just ignored us and we were hyped because we expected the worst to happen there (I even think nowadays that if he had lay down they had more reasons to stop us because of acting like a drug addicts)

We were exhausted and continuing to our way home we began to see a lot of cars from the Town Hall which were collecting garbage. For the rest of the walk in my head I was listening over and over again the Drake's verse: Working on the weekend as usual because it reminded me of the Garbage Car so with some artificial music I got distracted from my exhaustion and got home by 5:00 (2 hours of walking).

At 6:00 I head to the airport which was 1 hour away from the city. I didn't slept, was tired as fuck and from me it came a smell of Vodka and cigarettes. I was just praying to God to get into the plane and sleep for 2 hours or so. I finally got into the plane, I put my head down to the table which you can open and a kid accidentally kicks my chair to which the woman tells: Baby, the man is tired. Fuck it, you bet I am.

Not my story but this happened to my roommate when schools were very scared of the c-word in spring 2021.

We all were quarantined for 10 days as one of us had the c-word. Unfortunately, his birthday was during this quarantine. He was able to sneak a bottle of some cheap vodka in with him.

We do not know the full story but basically, he drank the whole bottle. He then proceeded to leave his quarantine which alerted the security guards keeping track of students quarantining. Trying to evade the guards he snuck into the staircase. Then proceeded to fall three stories and blackout.

Woke up in the hospital basically forgetting his entire birthday. Also probably had c-word the entire time. To this day, none of us know how he got to the hospital. Wonder how many people got exposed to the c-word during this time.

I went to Cinque Terre Italy with two chicks. We ended up having a lot of Limoncello and Grappa one night. Somehow I had the task of giving them both bareback massages and they said I needed to work on my skills, so requested massages every night. One night we had a lot of grappa and it got super intimate, but then I passed out from too much grappa. Both girls later told me they were DTF that night. Oh well. Only one was really hot though.