I passed out underneath her bed somewhere around five in the morning.

Its five o'clock in the afternoon and I wake up suddenly. My head is pounding and I kind of stagger out of bed toards the bathroom. There's an overturned bed blockading me into the room which I kind of throw myself over and stumble the rest of the way into the bathroom.

Three hours later my roommate comes in hopping over the bed and laughing.

Last thing I had remembered was going over to the dorm room of this chick I was in to for a little bit of pre partying. About Half a bottle of Whiskey later and everything gets blurry. I vaguely remember the beach (apparently me and four other people got loaed on blow some point in the night and stood on the beach watching the river run into the sea amplifying the size and thunder of the waves and we screamed out in triumph).

I also have the distinct memory of going home with the girl (though apparently I passed out underneath her bed somewhere around five in the morning. She says when she got back from breakfast I was gone. Still no one knows quite what happened between then and when I loaded up on my roomates zoloft and zantax mix and flipped out, creating a castle, complete with cardboard sword and claiming to be fighting a dragon.)

But he offers me a beer and a crack a smile, and the two of us are off on another whirl wind adventure of memories I won't have.