2006-09-16
someone else's bed, someone else's clothes
I got kicked out of Mad Ave last night for underage drinking.
It's all right; it was after two in the morning anyway. It would have been time to head home even if I wasn't being escorted out by a bouncer.
But my triumphant return to my room turned out not to be so triumphant, as my roommate had put the chain on the door before passing out drunk on our futon. My room key, while very effective at opening the lock, is powerless against the chain.
Asking for the assistance of the RA was not really an option, since it was close to 3:00 by this point and I was wearing clothes that smelled of beer and cigarettes. Luckily, I was soon rescued by some merciful Sellery coresidents.
And that, my friends, is story of how I ended up spending last night in somebody else's bed while wearing somebody else's clothes.
But don't worry, I'm quite resilient. Shower, coffee, nap, and I'll be as good as new.
zebrasaur at 9:40 a.m.
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