So my buddy and I decide to hit up downtown on a fun, exciting, and cold Thursday night. The night goes really well (from what I remember), but I don’t actually remember getting a drink. It was shots the entire night. It sounded like a good plan at the beginning, but I would later end up regretting it. Post downtown, I end up stumbling drunk to my car. Obviously in no state of being able to drive, I pop open my trunk to get an emergency Gatorade and down it. Then I open my backseat car door and decide it’s a good idea to sleep there until the morning. The thought of calling a cab didn’t even cross my mind.
I wake up from my stupor around 5 am shivering. It is incredibly cold outside and in my car. I decide it’s a good time to drive home now that I’m sober albeit hungover. I get a few more hours of sleep and then go to work.
Cliff notes
- Thursday night downtown
- Shots, shots, shots
- Decide it’s a good idea to sleep in my car
- Wake up and realize it was a really bad idea
- Happy Fridays at work the next day
