The actual event happened at a party (I went outside to pee, because some girl was destroying the bathroom) at my first ever college party. I had only drank once before, I had 3 beers and was beyond wasted (I know...I am lame.) I tripped over a bench and laid on the ground for a half hour, and some nice bro picked me up and set me on the couch.
Basically the entire party thought I was dying.
Jump forward to monday -- about five of the kids at the party sat together in my class. Go figure. They kept glancing at me and laughing.
This was pre-Artpop, when I was still a stan, and we were required to pick "heroes" who were well-known public figures. One girl picked Kesha as her hero though, so that softened the blow a little bit.
Even just sitting in a quiet room with people around and my stomach growls like I haven't eaten in a week. 
