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Locked Out and Messed Up
As a matter of fact I just finished my longest streak of continous drinking. I went for a month and a day of getting completely bombed every night. Needless to say, my health is not in tip top condition.
Now during this streak I had one night I will never forget... no matter how hard I try. It was a thirsty-thursday, as we call them around here, and me and a few guys and girls get together around eight-ish to start the night off.
We do a little pregaming in my friends dorm room. So after finishing a couple of beers, we decide to head out to this frat party we hear about. We arrive and I manage to slip by the guy at the door without paying my $2. So we mill around, filling up our beers as necessary. After a while I realize that I am totally shit-canned. At this point we enter a grey area of my memory. But at some point I end up back at my dorm. I walk in my room and realize that my roomate is gone. Now it's 3 am at this point so he's not gonna be back. So I drop trou and am standing there in my boxers about to pass out.
Then I realize I really gotta piss. I head down to the bathroom and everything goes according to plan. I come back to my room and realize that I have locked myself out.
So here I am, standing in my boxers at 3 am, blitzed off of my ass outside of my room, with no key, and no roommate to let me in. Now I live on the fourth floor, which is also the "substance free floor", so there is no way I can wake my RA up all wasted or climb in through the window. I finally realize that I will have to sleep on the couch in the study lounge at the end of my hall.
I head down there and to my dismay, the guy across the hall is already passed out on the couch. So I am forced to pass out in the ghetto 70's recliner. I slept there until 11:00 the next morning, with all of these honors students coming into the study lounge to do their calculus.
Needless to say they were mortified when they found the sight that awaited them. Me, drunk, on a recliner with only a thin layer of fabric seperating them from my junk.
So at 11 the next day I go down to the lobby, in my boxers, with girls giggling the whole time, and pay a dollar for a spare key (the dollar was in my room so I had to bring it back down).
Oh and here's the icing on the cake. After I get in I go to the bathroom to get some water for my raman, I come back... I locked myself out again, not five minutes from getting back in. It was a rough night.
There is a worse person to see you passed out in your boxers. Find out who.