Freshman Year of College...

So I've been told I should include stories from college, probably because they are hilarious, but it's hard to remember all the details!  I went out practically every weekend freshman year, there's practically a good story from each night out.  A lot of the details had to be filled in by friends the next day, because I didn't remember most of the night.  

I remember one time my roommate, her friend from home, and I went to a party on Mission Hill that was actually a party thrown by the squash team.  Do I know anything about squash? No, but I do remember thinking one of the guys on the team was cute.  In typical fashion, we pre-gamed before we went to the party and then when we got there we took a selfie in their pantry.  



I vaguely remember my friend saying she wanted to go home, but me in a good, buzzed mood wanted to stay.  Normally, I can be kind of shy in social situations and like to have a friend with me as a back up, especially in a place I don't know anyone.  But for some reason that night I didn't care.  After my friend left, I blacked out because the next think I remember I'm walking back to my dorm with two guys as my escorts in a t-shirt that is not mine.  

I wake up the next morning and realize my camera is missing.  Did I leave it in a cab? Did I leave it at the party? Did someone steal it? Since I think I remember walking home, I realize I must have left it at the party.  Now this was 2005, because we had nice phones to take pictures and needed legit cameras to take pictures.  And I loved to take pictures when we went out, so I wanted my camera back.  I convinced my roomie to go back to the house where the party was to see if they had my camera.  

When we get there the guy that answers the door tells me they have my camera but that his roommate isn't happy because he's going to have to get his carpet cleaned after I threw up all over it last night.  He then proceeds to tell me that I was making out with the high school senior they invited as a recruit for the squash team when I puked on the carpet.  What?!  I don't remember any of this.  I apologize profusely for the mess, but don't offer to pay for cleaning it because I'm just a poor college freshman.

Another roommate appears and asks how I'm feeling. He says last night he helped me into one of his t-shirts after I threw up, and not to worry, he was gentlemanly about it.  I appreciate the kindness, but figured it was time for me to hightail it out of there. 

I did not want to return the shirt to this guy, feeling super awkward about the whole night, so I just kept it and figured he would get over it, it's just a t-shirt after all.  Well, he decided to facebook friend me (which is what you did back then after you met someone once at a party).  He messaged me one day and asked how his t-shirt was. Uuum.  I actually cut it up to re-upholster my desk chair because it was soft fabric.  I didn't tell him this, I told him it was great and then ignored him after that.