Another unfortunate (but tragicomically funny) one-night stand story...

So now that Obama got elected and all that, there have been parties around celebrating this fact. I went to one of these parties with a friend of mine. She had a car and she told me she could drop me back home too, plus she's really an awesome person, so I agreed immediately. So we went to this dude's house and we spent time chatting and drinking. The kinds of things you usually do at happy parties.

After a while I realized it was getting really late, and I was getting more than a little buzzed, so I started looking around for my friend, hoping she was ready to leave too. I couldn't find her when I looked around, so I got a little mad, but hey, what do you do, right? I had to bundle up to leave, so I went down to the basement of this dude's house where I had left my hoodie, and sure enough, I stumble on to this:



You ever played capture the flag?

Yeah, I did. Hey, I HAD to - it was freezing outside. So I retrieved my hoodie and left the place in a pretty inebriated state, got hung up on by several friends who I called drunkenly at 3 am asking if I could crash at their place, and walked up the highway till some cab driver who fortuitiously happened to drive by at that unearthly hour drove me back home...