So it's memorial day weekend. I'm at school. Friday night I went back with my buddy, who lives about an hour away, to his home town for some party one of his friends was having. Good times. We came back last night, managed to find something to do, and he went back home today for...well, whatever reason.

Seemingly, everyone I hang around with down here, or have EVER hung out with in the past, is also at home. I don't think I've seen anyone else in the hallway of my dorm since last night. It's depressing and creepy. There's fucking nobody here. It's 80 degrees, usually the dorm courtyard would be full of people, sunbathing, playing frisbee, etc. Nope. Not a soul out there.

I almost wish I had class tomorrow. What the hell am I going to do tonight?

Marijuana cigarettes.... reeeefers.

and Kid A.

masturbate

Way ahead of you.

There are far better get-stoned-and-zonk-out records than Kid A

you could practice cartwheels

burglary.

Burglary. Yeah.

Actually I was thinking if my friends down the hall left their door unlocked I'd go and borrow their Seinfeld dvds.

"borrow"... is that what they call it?

Put some quotation marks around the word borrow and you're set!

denver

So... you were gone for a while... did you, did you...

nevermind.

No. Earlier.

I guess I'll just type this in here since I already alluded to the party I went to on friday night in the header post:

So, has anyone ever sleepwalked whilst drunk? I think it happened to me on friday night.

anyway, like I said I went back to my friend Ben's hometown on friday night, along with two of our other friends from down here at school. His friend having the party, who I've met numerous times now, lives two houses down from Ben. Planned on going back to Ben's house and sleeping there, or you know, maybe sleep at the party house. Wouldn't have mattered.

So anyway, I drank a lot. We did end up going back to Ben's house to go to sleep. I clearly remember just about everything, because by that point (3 AM) my last drink had been a least an hour previous, and I was beginning to sober up just a bit (though I was still very drunk). So. I go to sleep in the guest room. I remember taking off my pants, putting them on the chair next to the bed, getting in the bed and thinking "man this is awesome, I get a whole double bed to myself" and immediately falling asleep.

I wake up around 9 AM. I notice immediately that my friend Dillon, who came back with us, is now also in the bed. I think "Oh, alright, guess there was nowhere else to sleep." I look around and slowly realize that I was not in the same room in which I fell asleep. Sometime during the middle of the night I migrated over to his bed. I don't remember this at all. Weird. It gets weirder.

I go downstairs, Ben and my other friend Tommy are awake and making breakfast. I tell them how I somehow ended up in Dillon's bed. Dillon comes down about 10 minutes later and tells us that his pants, which he left in the floor on the room, are soaked. His wallet is all wet, he sets his money and shit out on the counter to dry, throws his pants in the dryer. We're trying to figure out what happened. Dillon goes upstairs and examines the scene. Apparently, there was also a wet spot on the carpet under his pants. It's piss-yellow.

Now. Ben has a dog. This dog, though very small, could have potentially pissed all over Dillon's clothes. But at the same time, I, who obviously did something weird in the middle of the night by migrating to an occupied bed, could have also pissed all over Dillon's clothes. While I was pretty drunk, I was not blackout-drunk. Not drunk enough to do this. Now, I've sleepwalked a handful of times in the past. Maybe I did this... got up in the middle of the night, went into Dillon's room, pissed on his clothes, and went to sleep in his bed. Maybe. if this is what happened, I have no recollection of it whatsoever. The past times I've sleepwalked, though, I've vaguely remembered doing it, kind of like how you remember a dream. Maybe the drunk caused any memory of it to be erased.

But maybe not. Maybe I just moved to his bed and didn't piss there. Maybe it wasn't even piss...we're not 100% sure, because it didn't really smell. Depending on how late in the morning it happened, my piss would have smelled bad, and would have smelled like straight beer. Plus, when I did wake up at 9, I took the piss of a lifetime. One that would have had to have built up all night. Maybe.

Whatever. At this point, if it was me, I just want to know. So there's my weekend story.

is that what the kids are calling blackout drunk these days?

yea i remember the first time everyone leaves school for the long weekend and we were expecting a lot of partying but it was a ghost town. i lived about 10 mins away from my college so it was easy to go home.

i pissed on my guitar case once and didnt remember doing it...not a drop hit the floor either
plus because it was all the water left from the booze it was clear and odorless...i also did this to my buddies copy of Vitalogy he left on the coffee table i passed out next to i tipped over a glass of water to make it look like it was that and not my pee

Norman.

That's really not what happened. I remember going to bed and falling asleep.