First party I ever attended. I was 16 and a friend from high school who lived out in the country's parents went to Ohio and left him alone over Labor Day weekend. First alcohol outside of the ceremonial family Christmas and wedding toasts and whatnot I had ever consumed. Got completely shitfaced on everclear and pink lemonade. I remember pissing in his mother's tomato plants and throwing up over the top of the propane tank in the front yard in front of about 250 onlookers. My father woke me up about 8:00 the next morning and made me pull velvet weeds out of a soybean field in what seemed to me like about 105 degree heatwave. I have a hunch he just might have discovered the trail of puke I left from the car to the back porch from the night before.