Last night I was visiting a friend of mine at school and we were going out to a club and having a BYOB pregame. So, three of us decided to get some whiskey, cheap whiskey. We figured three of us…two bottles is probably best. We began drinking Coke and Evan Williams, I say this because Evan Williams and Coke would imply that the Coke has the heavier substance, but it was a 35:1 ratio of EW to Colaaa.
So after three of us put away two liters of whiskey we got in a car with some people and headed for the club. (This is as far as I 100% remember) The next thing I know we are at the club, I don’t remember the drive as I had already passed out, courtesy of General Blackout. We get there only to find out it is closed to the public for an event that night. House party time it is. (Blackout again).
Next thing I know I am inside a guy I had met a few times house. No recollection of getting there. (Side note: I am told the next day that I was helped to the party by a passing guy going to the same party as I was walking in circles in the street.) I have had my experiences with being THAT guy who gets too drunk at the party so I decided to sit on the couch and spectate the beer pong games going on.My friend I’m visiting’s sister comes up to me, who lives in the same building as my friend and asks me to walk her back. So I do. Three miles and a foggy memory of the walk later we are within view of the building when a friend of hers picks us up. Big fucking help after we walked 90 percent of the way. We get back into the building when I realize that my phone was dropped in the parking lot. I take a swig of tequila sitting on my friends sisters desk and set out on a quest to find it. A girl who lives in the building accompanies me to make sure that I make it back alive. Last thing I remember before the tequila hits me we get into her car. (Blackout)
I wake up on a futon at 6 am with no recollection of how I got there. The girl who helped me to the parking lot comes out of her room and tells me that my friends place was locked. I ask her what happened. She goes on to explain how we were having sex in her car when I decided it was a good idea to push her off me and bust all over her, her clothes and the back seat of her Honda coupe.
Congratulations to me. I think I (more my blackout subconscious). left a good impression for one night.
I was Drunk Last Night.
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