Went out to the tree in the middle of the road (SW Iowa people might know what I'm talking about). It's about a twenty minute drive (I wasn't driving). Drank a purple passion, 1/4 bottle of peach schnapps (chug and pass) and a few shots of Yukon Jack whiskey by the time we got there.
From there, it gets kinda fuzzy. I remember the drive back into Atlantic, and vaguely remember being in various parking lots. Then a clearer memory of puking all over the back seat of my buddy's Nova, and hearing one of my friends yell "I smell peach schnapps!". Next thing I know, my friends are helping me up to the door of my parent's house, with puke all down the front of my leather jacket.
My dad asks me if the beer was good, and my remark was, accurately, "I didn't drink any beer".
The next worst involved a whole bunch of keg beer, a bad cold and some Comtrex. One moment, it was all good, the next moment it was decidedly not good.