Went to a bar with some cool people, drank my face off, may or may not have blacked out, brought the party back to my apartment, and definitely offered my new roommate -- who I barely know -- a rail. She politely declined, although I do remember her smoking a bunch of my weed. Stellar performance all around, although I'm puzzled -- and pleasantly surprised -- that I didn't piss my bed. (Just remembering that I puked in my garbage can at about 4 AM. Good times.)
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