Went to college. Got my tongue pierced. Partied hard and didn't deny it or feel bad about it.
After district conventions were always my favorite time. They were always in July and my best friend and I were always getting dirty looks for the way we dressed. The last year I attended a DC we got a hotel room and invited some good witness boys over to hang out with us. Little did we know an elder from our cong was a few rooms down. Boy did we catch hell for that.
I think the thing that always frustrated them the most was that I never once apologized or "repented" for anything I did.