Hey, my birthday this year was totally fucked up thanks to excessive alcohol. I don't think anyone got sick though. We decided to have an 80's party this year, which means lots of rum, lots of 80's music, lots of everything in excess, the 80's was a total time period of excess. There were people dressing up from everything from 80's jocks to Prince, and of course, girls dressing up like they were going to the clubs. My costume was quite fucked, I was wearing a silk shirt (directly from China that I picked up when I was in Beijing), aviators, and typical dress clothes, a tie, and bling (80's people loved bling); I think I had like four watches on or something, and several neck chains. We even had some break-dancing going, and I was shocked to see that some people actually know how to do this shit still.
The party began around 7:00 PM, when it got fucked up was sometime around midnight, that was when the first shirt flew off. Now it must be noted that most people at the party were not single, and I think out of everyone, only two couples were actually present (which was quite the phenomenom). Within an hour, people were running around in their underwear, soon after that two people began fucking right over the railing at the top of the stair case (note, these were probably the two craziest people there). By about 2:00 AM, there was not a single person left at the place that had their clothes on, most were in their underwear, I think it was around this time that the first bra had come off. Then the thing just kind of disentegrated into one massive orgy type thing (or actually two, since there were two rooms just filled with people making out half naked or naked all on one bed). Everyone was so drunk that people would just watch some getting it on, and it seemed no more significant to them than if they were playign a game of rock paper scissors.
The party ended about 7:00 AM the next day and I remember we watched ghost busters and Lost in Translation. Lets just say there were a lot of things that were not spoken of after the party, or a lot of people would be in a lot of trouble. Only one relationship ended due to the events (that I know of); but at least two new ones began. Probably throughout the course of the night there were about 40-50 people in and out (some left early, some came late), but somewhere between 18 and 20 were actually there for the entire course of the night.
All I can say, is only with alcohol does craziness like this happen. My party last year was a little tamer for the most part, it was much more formal in comparison, and much larger as well (probably about 50+ people actually were there for the full thing, it was too crowded) but it ended off with more people getting laid than any party I think I have ever had before (easily two thirds of the people there hooked up); it was also the most expensive party I had ever thrown as well. My party the year before last years was the wildest, we went out to the bars, and I can barely remember anything, but the night involved: public urination within a club (and not getting caught), people getting kicked out due to indecent exposure, a fight with a bouncer at a smaller pub, a few fights with random people, some people getting lost completely and not showing up again until morning. I didn't get lost, but that was only because my night ended in the back of a police car; that's the sort of shit that sobers you right up enough, and I managed to talk my way out of what potentially could have been a very bad situation.
I could go back a lot further.
If I haven't said it already: I love alcohol =)
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