"You need to leave now! You do not live here!"

It all started last year when I was a freshman living in the dorms. My roommate and I were pretty well known for having parties in our room and a lot of people usually showed up.

Everything had started out as a typical Saturday night with friends drinking in our room. We had each downed shots of vodka before leaving for our fraternity. Upon arriving at our fraternity we proceded to drink even more.

By this point we were pretty well on our way.

We continued drinking well into the night before we decided to leave. I had noticed earlier in the night that there were some random Vodka bottles in the kitchen so I decided to grab them. We put them in a backpack and got a ride home with a friend.

Before going up into our room we decided to stop by the floor below us and see if some girl friends that we knew were still up. We knocked on their door and they greated us with the lights off. They had both been passed out for awhile so we decided to wake their asses up and drink some more.

Eventually we all passed out next to each other. I had awaken sometime early that morning but I have no fucking clue when. I then proceded to walk into the room across the hall because that is where my room would have been located, if I had been on the floor above me.

I then proceded to pass out on the bottom bunk fully clothed.

The following morning I awoke to a very angry R.A. who was shaking me and saying, "You need to leave now! You do not live here!"

Supposedly, that night I stumbled into the room that would have been mine if I was one floor up and passed out into some random girls pink sheeted bed while her roommate was in the top bunk with her boyfriend.

All I have to say at this point is that vodka is the devil, and lock your fucking door.