Keith and I have had so many drunken adventures. We had a new one last night. We got lost in a swamp in the woods in a storm at 4 in the morning drenched in hot chocolate. We had to use his iPhone light to navigate. It took us forever to get out. Or as Keith put it, "I feel like we just walked to fucking Mecca."
There was an abandoned building on the way and I'm not going to lie, it made me a bit nervous. Despite our location, I've seen homeless people wander this far from the city. I don't want to die soaking wet and drunk in a swamp drenched in hot chocolate while being knifed by a homeless man. That wouldn't be cool.
My roommate ended up on the VIP list for a Maxim party last night and so we got home to a fully awake house with some random stranger on the front lawn.
"Hi my name is Nicole and I live here." I shook his hand. And then he hooked up with some girl out there. So random. We locked them out but an always-shirtless guy named Averil that was hanging out at the house let the girl in to sleep on our couch.
That guy is always shirtless, I swear. He's like some Abercromie & Fitch type that I even see driving shirtless. With his Aviators on. Nice guy though.
Keith fell asleep on my floor in soaking wet chocolate covered clothes and he was snoring so loud. All night I was throwing things at him to get him to stop. We had so much fun last night. We went to a dingy 1%er bar and danced our butts off. We were the only two dancing. It was fun.
Then we rocked out to the Backstreet Boys in the back seat of Shannon's car.
Keith: "Is it gay that I know all of the words to these songs?"
Me: "Yes Keith. You're such a lesbian."
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