Shadenfreude isn't pretty, you lucky bar-steward. ;-)
I was like you until I was twenty - pub crawl down Gloucester Road every night followed by a kebab & still made it to morning lectures. My first hangover was a bit of a doozy. Had to spend the day in the darkest corner of the Stanhope Arms nursing tomato juice laced with tabasco (and the odd vokda).
*sigh* Nostalgia's not what it used to be.