the best part about being black out drunk

Is the part where you check your call log the next morning to make sure you didn’t drunk dial any old flame or person you were silently harbouring grievances against.
The other great part is the chronological where’s waldo game you play to try to figure out where those three hours are hiding from your memory and what you could have possibly done with them
Suffice it to say….
The last thing I remember is walking around the complex drunk and…hopefully NOT knocking on the neighbour’s window.
And next ting I know I wake up in bed.
That three hours that’s missing may or may not result in my being on an episode of House.
But…I didn’t drunk dial anyone, so that’s a plus


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