I had a thing for Timmy, but was too drunk and kissed Dale instead...

Innocently enough my friends and I decided that we needed to party. Having a kickass apartment, enough money pooled together for 2 kegs, and enough left over for 3 gallons of skol vodka, made it all possible.

The party began with say 15 or 20 people. As the night progressed along with the amount of alcohol in my blood stream, people flocked in. Obviously the word spreads when you have free liquor. Along with the people came people with MORE liquor.

Me and two guy friends had a gallon to ourselves and enough beers in us to kill a horse. The party was getting out of control and clearly unable to walk, we decided to crawl into the back bedroom and drink until we passed out, leaving someone else to tame the crowd. Keep it in mind that one of these guy friends had gone to school with me all 4 years of high school and I'd always had a thing for and vice versa. Let it also be noted that the other guy friend, was his cousin.

The room got hotter, along with the conversation. The window opening and constant adjusting of the fan just weren't cutting it. Clothes had to come off, and off they went. So there we were buck naked to the wind (from the fan no less). All of us too drunk to notice, much less care. Our conversations went from just stupid, to completely incoherent mumbling, but we all seemed to agree.

So Dale is on one side of me, and Timmy on the other. I'd always had a secret thing for Timmy, so at the time I thought kissing him was appropriate. Well, seeing as how the room was spinning and my coordination wasn’t at its best, I turned to the wrong side and kissed Dale. Expecting a "what the" I was very shocked when he returned the kiss. My head was saying "what in the...who is on my face...oh ok...."

That was a shock in itself, but not nearly as shocking as when Timmy joined in. It wound up being a very, very crazy night. I woke up out naked halfway in between the bedroom and the living room. Very sore, very hung over, and VERY aware of the fact that I was buckass naked--my clothes nowhere in sight, and smelling like Lysol (which I never figured out). Very weird.