I’m not quite sure when this happened…

…since I was ridiculously fucked up. I think it was a little over a week ago.

My memory starts off when Pat, Phil, Matt, Tom, Jesse and I went to drink on the Highland Park Golf Course. We just walked out onto the golf course and started drinking. Jesse, who works there, was worried that we might get busted by security and that he would get fired, not to mention arrested. After we drink, Pat comments about how nice it is to scratch one’s scrotum in the breeze. Matt tries this out, except he leaves his pants down and acts belligerently when we suggest that it would be better if he pulled them back up. While Matt is staggering nakedly around the golf course, I notice a pair of headlights heading towards us and start sprinting back to the car. The others notice me running and also start running towards the car. We have an impromptu (but very rapid) debate about where we should go and we decide to go to Perkins.

Perkins is a pretty weird place to go at night. First of all, it’s full of stoners. Second, it’s staffed by a guy who looks like he was a former wrestler. We come in, wait for a while for someone to seat us, and when it becomes obvious that nobody is coming we seat ourselves. Five minutes later, the beefy guy comes out and gruffly tells us that we should have waited for him to seat us. We get menus and order. After ordering, I pass out on the table. I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before (five hours). In about fifteen minutes, the food comes and I eat it because it looks delicious. It is. However, I then fall back to sleep. I vaguely remember Phil poking me in an attempt to wake me up but it didn’t work. As I found out later, Jesse was also not feeling very well and threw up in the Perkins bathroom.

We stay at Perkins for an hour and then leave (I was asleep all of the time, so I didn’t know how long it had been until someone told me). By this time, I have absolutely no clue as to what is going on. Apparently the others decide that it’s time to go home, so they go to drop off Phil and I follow them in my car, thinking that we’re just going to our next destination. When they come to Phil’s house and just drop him off, I become really confused. However, I think that I eventually sorted out that the night was over because I somehow drove home and passed out on my bed.