So, last night I linked up with a group of associates for the first night of Alvistide. We were fortunate enough to have not only looks, brains, muscle, a wild card, AND a useless chick, but also an token ethnic guy and out-of-place attractive girl to round out the team. Went on a booze-fueled rampage as was our want and so on.
The thing is, I have no idea how I got home, but when I woke up, I was in bed, fully clothed. Not just shirt and pants clothed, I was wearing shoes, my leather jacket, a scarf (it was blizzarding earlier that day, goddamn it), my hat and my glasses.