When I was 17...and I was a mess and learned a hard lesson. I still remember how bad I felt afterwards. The things I did that I don't remember. My last memory of that is puking in a wicker trashcan (you know who you're friends are after you puke in a wicker trashcan, let me tell ya). There's nothing more amusing than a bunch of Catholic girls who don't usually drink, an empty house with vacationing parents, and bottles of God-knows-what kind of liquir. Yikes. Hahaha, this just made me think of so many other stories from high school, what a bunch of idiots we were.