  In high school I was the first one to drive out of all my friends. So naturally I was the taxi when we went out except for one night. On a Saturday night, I picked up A, J and M to go to a quincenera party at some dance hall. Well I was lucky enough to pick up a variety of liquor and we drank it on the way.
Ugh.. I remember it was St. Ides too (the red and blue ones). So we drank it and then went to the dance hall and headed inside. We met several of our friends there and continued to drink in the parking lot. Well all good things must come to an end... BUT I couldn't drive. I was completely gone (yes now I realize it was really stupid but I was in high school cut me some slack). So my friend J, who just got her driver's permit earlier that week, had to drop M and A. A and I were fighting for some reason I can't recall.
After droping them off, she had to get home. Of course I was in no condition to drive but she drove me to my house. We got down and she waited in the living room. I stumbled to my parents room and knocked on the door and told my dad that he would have to take J home. He asked me why and I told him I 'felt funny'. He asked why and I told him someone must have spiked my drink.
My dad was furious and the best part that it wasn't at me! He put on his coat and took J home and took me straight to the TMC emergency room. I escaped being grounded but I paid for it the next day while I was praying to the almighty porcelain god to make the pounding in my head stop. 
