If you don't know how you got to the party, do everyone a favor and DON'T DRINK.

It was the second semester of my freshman year. After several drinks, a group of friends and I went out looking for a party. The only problem was that it was a dry campus that weekend. But we still managed to find an off-campus party that was kicking. I still have no clue how I got there.

When we got there, the party was already in full swing. They had a bar in a separate room in the house and my roommate and I walked right over to it as soon as we saw it. And man, did they have cheap drinks! So we were like 'yeah let's have a few.' Of course at that point we weren't thinking about how we were going to get back to our dorm…

After two whiskey sours and two screw drivers, I was gone. I didn't realize that I was drunk until I hit my head on (the hard part of the couch) and felt absolutely no pain. One of my friends was trying to take my money away so I couldn't buy any more to drink. Not that it would have mattered anyway, as I was sneaking sips from other people's drinks by then.

An hour later, I was completely drunk, and we made a group decision to leave the party. One problem, though, no one knew how to get home, so I drunkenly said "I know how to get home. Thanks for the great party!"

Of course, no one offered to walk us back. I guess they thought that 8 girls, including 2 who were completely trashed, would be fine walking alone back to campus. And I guess they believed my drunken rambling, who knows.

Luckily, I have a pretty good sense of direction and we walked the 4 to 6 blocks back to campus. My roommate and I couldn't walk that well so the walked seemed to take forever. Once we got back to campus, however, we met up with this guy who was going to take us to another frat party just off campus (across the street from campus, actually). I was all pumped to go but--first things first--all of us had to pee.

So we stopped in a nearby dorm. One of my friends went in first and ended up over-flowing the toilet (the funny thing is that she was stone sober). My drunk roommate and I then decided that we had to really pee and that we would just go back to our dorm.

So the two of us wondered back to our dorm, making a short stop at the emergency phone to call a friend and tell her that we were drunk. After that, we managed to get back to our dorm, without any problems. Once upstairs, I just plopped down on the floor, and my roommate threw me my pillow. Then, I called my friend and started "meowing" on the phone. My roommate could hear me all the way in the shower. I talked to my friend for about 20 minutes I think--I don't remember that clearly. Then, I attempted to type on instant messenger, but found out that was way beyond my capabilities, so my friend just called. All I remember from the conversation was thinking 'wow, I am drunk.' He then offered to come over and make sure I was ok. All I had said was "you can come over to the dorm, but I can't walk, so you probably won't be able to come up here."

By 4:00 in the morning, long after I had begun pestering the rest of our friends who had returned from the other party, I was finally sober enough to climb into my lofted bed.

If you don't know how you got to the party, do everyone a favor and DON'T DRINK.