First, I had my final class and presented my Happy Hippy Market designs. Class was over before our usual 8:00 break, so I went home to chill until everyone else got out of their classes. About 10pm I got a call to say "hey we're all over here at Sherlocks Pub!" So off I went to enjoy some beers, tunes and laughs with some classmates. We cheered about classes being over because we were all pretty exhausted about the whole thing.
About 2am, we got asked to leave, I guess the bar was closing, and nobody was ready to stop partying yet. In the parking lot, one girl said, "hey, I've got 3 bottles of wine in my car, oh, but I don't have a corkscrew." Since we were in the same class where we designed the wine labels, I also had 3 bottles of wine in my car and announced that to everyone, then included the fact that I did have a corkscrew! So someone said, "Let's go to Vicki's house!" and I said, "Yeah, let's go to Vicki's house!"
Now, it's about 2:30 in the morning and I got about 4 cars following me into my apartment complex parking lot. Everyone parks, gets out, starts talking really loud, laughing, one guy is peeing on the brick wall, then everyone stumbles into my apartment. Within no time, someone has put on music from my computer, we've opened 2 bottles and started spreading the joy of drinking some more. Before I know it, some people are making out in my bathroom, someone has passed out in my bed and Michael Jackson's Thriller is playing it's 5am and I feel woozy myself.
I lay down in my bed, not minding the guy who is already there and quietly slip into a black silence. A little later, a stream of sunlight is burning through my eyelid because apparently sometime during the 4 hours I've passed out fully clothed, someone moved my curtain to get to a blanket on the floor. There's an arm around me and I lay there for a second or two while everything starts coming back into focus and I start to remember who is in my bed. It's cool though, I know him and he's ok, but I roll over and look at him and say, "Dude, where are your pants?" "Oh yeah," he laughs. "I took them off so I could sleep." I assure you nothing happened with us since we both passed out with our clothes on, and anyway I know his girlfriend and I wouldn't do that to her, even in my condition.
We find the energy to get out of bed and I lurch my way into the bathroom and grab the ibuprofen in an attempt to quell the pounding in my head. I go to the kitchen and drink a whole glass of water with my pills, then look around and notice all the bodies draped around my living room. They all start coming to life, grabbing their heads, rubbing their eyes, looking around and wondering what happened. I set the bottle of pills on the table in an attempt to offer them as "breakfast".
The place was a mess: bottles and glasses everywhere, feathers from my boas, clothes, potato chips on the floor and various other empty snack packages. But, no wine was spilled!
Everyone left with their own hangovers and I drove to work with mine. Luckily I only worked 5 hours and was able to retreat back home and sleep…alone this time.
And so, that is how my summer break started.
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