I still don't know what I did that I night or where I was

The university of West "by God" Virginia is home to thousands of party hearty students. I proudly consider myself to be one of the heartiest!

One of our friends threw an all out birthday bash at our house. Living in Sunnyside, partying comes naturally to us and our all-student lifestyle. We spent over a grand on the whole thing: 20 bottles of liquor; 3 kegs a local rapper (6’ 6” 240) and tons of kids.

Of course, it didn’t take long before the fun police showed up and ruined it all but this is where the night begins. At my house I had a couple mixed drinks and 3 or 4 shots but I was ok to stay up so after the police showed up, I ditched and left the police to pin it on the freshmen or whoever and went to “Chasers and Dreams” where my roommate works.

As I roll into the club, the liquor starts to hit me, in but I’m still kinda sober, so I get a pitcher of beer, flirt with some girls and before I know it, I’m in my room on my floor covered in highlighter with only boxers on.

So, this situation begged the question:

How in the Hell did I get here?

I pieced together the story. Apparently, I bummed 3 cigarettes off my roommate even though I don’t smoke. I lit each one up one by one and promptly put them out. I guess I had a clue how wasted I was, because I told him to make sure I leave with him but not two minutes later when he left for a split second, I had disappeared.

At that point, I called my other roommate and told him I was “cold and in the square.” By the way there’s no such location in Morgantown. So he got into his car and drove around looking for me. He didn’t have any success (like I said, there is no “square) and went home and waited.

About 40 minutes after he got home, I came in and collapsed onto the floor. He asked me where I was. I couldn’t even complete a sentence. I showed him my hand and it was bloody and bruised. All I managed to convey is that I had fallen multiple times.

So I guess then I crawled down the stairs and passed out on my floor in only my boxers and socks. Then some asshole colored me in with green highlighter.

I guess the moral of the story is, after all that rambling, never travel alone because something always happens. I still don’t know for sure where I was or what I did but the details are still rolling in…