Nobody wanted to go swimming with me at 5:45am

Two of my friends--from different groups--were both having parties over the summer. So Katie, Ginny and I made an appearance at Chris's house first. We were splitting a 30 of Coors Light and decided that when that was polished off, we would leave for Kevin's.

Well, Chris's house was extremely lame so we left earlier than planned. I was already a little buzzed, and Katie, a lightweight, was shitfaced. So we decided that Ginny would drive because she pretty much did whatever we told her to!

When we got to Kevin's the party was in full swing. We sat down and started to play asshole and ended up getting even more shitty. Shortly after arriving, Ginny felt like she was going to throw up. I told her that she needed to eat something, and Katie and I proceed to raid the kitchen. Instead of food, however, we found a brand new bottle of Jose Cuervo. I remember seeing Katie's little arm reaching to the top shelf to take it down.

That's when it's starts getting fuzzy.

Without even waiting for limes, salt, or even shot glasses, we started guzzling the tequila straight out of the bottle, a feat even the guys wouldn't try. After about 8 huge "sips" I decide I was done with the straight tequila and asked someone to make me a margarita. All this was after 10 beers, mind you. So I was happily drinking my margarita, when Ginny suddenly stole the glass out of my hand and threw it across the friggin' kitchen. The glass smashed down but amazingly did not shatter; instead it broke into two perfect pieces. Ginny started bawling her eyes out, and Katie and I were falling all over the place trying to clean up her mess. It was 3:00 AM, and I was showing no signs of slowing down. After cleaning the kitchen someone asked if anyone wanted to smoke.

"I do, I do!" I slurred.

I was feeling fan-fucking-tastic, but my friends wanted to leave. I told them to go ahead and that I would be fine. (They told me the next day that I was talking to them with my eyes closed and hugging the wall. I don't remember any of this.) When they left at about 5:15, there were only a couple people not passed out. I got pissed off because no one would go swimming with me at quarter to six in the morning. (I wonder why?)

After a half pack of cigarettes, I decided to go upstairs. The next thing I knew someone was saying my name trying to wake me up. My eyes opened and I honestly do not know where I was or where my clothes went.

It turned out that I was in Kevin's bed, and it was 10:00 Am. He told me what happened just a few hours before:

I went into the bathroom and walked in on my friend Rob, and he and I apparently started hooking up. But I guess I didn't enjoy it because I came out of the bathroom saying that it was "a waste of my five minutes." Needless to say, at that point Kevin thought it was a pretty good idea for me to call it a night. He put me to sleep in his bed. (We've hooked up a couple times but nothing happened that night...so he told me.)
If you are still wondering what happened to my clothes: well, I apparently got hot and stripped while I was asleep. And to think I went out and did almost the exact same thing the next night, after sleeping all day of course!