That time I woke up with my pants on backwards

So, better late than never, so I wanna write about my Halloween weekend.

Thursday night was the Ellie Fund (sigep) at Jake Ivories, otherwise known as 'how'd I get so drunk???' So I downed almost an entire bottle of wine before I left (haha, mistake numberrr 1) and then was pretty fine when I got there. I saw alot of my favorite people and had a blast. I had a few glasses of wine, even helped a girl up off the stairs (she was in rouuugh shape) and stopped 40 black from killing someone. Then, in typical Candice fashion, just left. I didn't even say bye to anyone, I just left. I was about to walk home and ran into the girls and they were getting in a cab.

This is when everything goes hazy. Still not quite sure if I helped pay for the cab or not, but I think I sat in the front. So, my memories of the rest of the evening include: making out with Sara's fridge, vegging out on the couch and talking about how I stopped Kelli from beating the hell out of some girl. Then, we decided to finally leave. Only, shortly after we left I realized that I forgot my phone. So, I went back to Sara's apartment building.

Or, so I thought. Apparently some GENIUS made her aparment building and her neighbor's exactly the same minus the color of the door. And, since we can't see color in the dark, and I really couldn't see anything in the state I was in, I went into the lobby and ran ALLLLL the doorbells. I mean, well how else was I supposed to remember where Sara lived. So I finally get buzzed in (how that happened, I dunno... who lets drunk girls into the building at 3 am??!!) and start banging on a door. No one answered, so I went to the next floor. I started banging on that door like hell. I remember thinking that I had to bang loud so that Sara could here me cause she's on the bottom floor. I woke someone up with the banging and he came to the door. He was not so happy to the site of me and my lab coat asking him if Sara was there. Christ, I'm like cringing telling this story remembering him say "Your friend does NOT live here!"

So I left without my friends and without my phone. I'm not quite sure where everyone went so that I was by myself, but whatev I got home fine. I do remember on the walk home that I wanted to take off my shoes, but that's it.

So the real fun started when I got home. This too is in bits and pieces of memory, but here's what I got.

At some point:
I destroyed my room. I mean, I pulled out my luggage and everything that was inside of it and threw it on the floor. I also took things and moved them around. I was probably looking for my phone.

I took all the sheets off of my bed and put them in the living room.

Facebooked Sara the most ridiculous thing (" I left my phone. Meet me in Shillman. 945 am, k bye" or something like that, but misspelled. Yea, like I actually went to class the next morning.

Fell.

Decided that I didn't want to wear clothes anymore.

Then finally, I got into bed.

So, this brings me to the best part... how I woke up.

I woke up underneath my mattress pad, underneath my fitted sheet, topless but with my pants on backwards. It was 11:11 am and I had already slept through 2 classes. Memories were coming back in flashes, and it was not pretty. I tried to eat something but threw everything up. (Note to self: if you're gonna throw anything up, bananas are the best... hot wings-from prior experience- are the worst) I finally made it to lab after being able to keep down a piece of bread and had to share the whole story with my class, particularly because my TA had been at the event the previous night.


So the rest of the weekend, I kept pretty true to the "I'm never drinking again" promise I made in lab. I went to Pike on Friday dressed as Mr. Bucket (best part was the walk home and people's reactions to my costume and having people sing the Mr. Bucket song) and volunteered on Saturday morning painting little's kids faces (I even painted cat's whiskers on a 6 month old- so fucking cute!!!). Saturday night I stayed in and my stalker came over (Jess).

Then Sunday night we went to a Sisterhood at a haunted house/ hayride and I got the shit scared out of me. While we were in line, I was so jumpy. This guy was behind me and scared me so that I ran right into a pole (it went up my nose). Then in the second house, I grabbed onto Jenny and hid my face. I wasn't paying attention so that while hiding in her arm at the end of the house, I ran right into a door. And hard! The rest of the night wasn't that scary, but there was a cool hayride and people with chainsaws. Oh, and I told ghost stories on the way there. Probably why I was so jumpy on the first house. I scared myself!!

So, in short, there are lessons learned from this weekend:
- drinking a bottle of wine before leaving the house is not okay
- pants go on with the zipper in FRONT
- monsters are not real
- Coyotes, however, are real and you should tell someone if you one