I eventually stripped down to my underwear and passed out in the living room of the party house.

I was a pretty wild little sister to a pretty wild local fraternity. One Thursday we little sisters had an Octoberfest social with the guys from another fraternity.

I rode to the party with my friend Missy and we settled in for a big night of Jager shots and vats of German beer.

Following a makeout session in the ever-so-romantic bathroom with some semi-stranger named Manny or Dave or something with a long "a" in it, I eventually stripped down to my underwear and passed out in the living room of the party house.

In the morning I was still drunk and a little panicky that I had lost my ride home, as I didn't have a very clear memory of what happened to my friend (and ride), Missy.


I gathered what clothes of mine I could find and searched for Missy among the entanglement of snoozing bodies in the living room. No luck finding her or my right shoe. I went to a bedroom door, which was locked, and started knocking loudly.


A grumpy male voice yelled, "WHAT?!!!" and I sheepishly said, "Um, sorry, but is there a girl named Missy in there?"


I heard him say to someone in there with him, "Hey, is your name Missy?"


I heard her call, "I'll be right there," from the bedroom.


She emerged looking as bedraggled as I did. We stopped off at my house so I could get a different pair of shoes and off we went to Jack's Restaurant for the breakfast special.


Perfect for the hangovers.