Quite the Party

A few weeks ago, I went to a party at an old friend's house. I lost my beer pong virginity, and as you can imagine, got completely wasted. Drink, drink. Sway, sway. Talk, talk. Right? So me and my best friend finally made our trek (which was like 10 feet, but felt like a trek when this intoxicated) to his beetle around 4 am. He lives just up the road luckily, and we made it to his house safe. Kinda. He was mad at me because he had passed out on the couch at the party and i had drunkenly woke him up with too much enthusiasm apparently. So he rushed in the house while i tried to grab all my things (which consisted of a purse, and took me far too long to achieve). When i finally managed to step outside the beetle, he was nowhere to be seen. "What a dick." i drunkenly thought, and began my next trek (this one about 20 feet). I took five step-like movements, and BAM. Hardcore, drunken face plant. I was told later by my best friend (who was watching from a window the whole time) that i layed there on my face for quite awhile. But back to me on my face in his front yard. The next step was a struggle to get off the ground and to the door. (this proved to be quite the struggle, from what i remember) I eventually reach my goal, make it into the house, start feeling a little sick, and am unable to throw up. At some point we decide sleep is a great idea, and my best friend forces me to sleep on the ground with an over sized pot very nearby because of my queasiness. I put up no argument. I don't remember EXACTLY what happened next, but I'll tell you what i do know. I woke up, still fairly drunk, and was aware of 2 things. 1- I had been sleeping quite awhile and, 2- That i was soaking wet from what felt like head to toe. Never in my life have i ever pissed myself and been COMPLETELY unaware of it. I've had my embarrassing drunken moments where i was too drunk to move, so i just went. Or i could no longer hold it and psss... but never had i ever been completely unaware of pissing what felt like gallons all over myself. When it all connected in my wishy washy still booze filled head what had happened, i was extremely amused. I thought this piss fest was hilarious. My best friend highly disagreed. We threw the piss soaked blankets in the back of the beetle and the constantly cracking up Bron in the passenger seat and immediately headed to my house. Best friend said I had to wash the blankets and got more angry at every giggle and outright laugh that poured from my mouth freely, much like the piss from night previous. We made it to my house and i made my way to the door, piss covered blankets towering in my arms, piss covered clothes on my body, and a couple bags over my shoulders. An extreme but somehow enjoyable task when cracking up the entire time. I managed into the house, down the stairs, into the laundry room, started washing blankets and piss covered clothes, to my room, and to my bed for some more sleep. Quite the after party too, I must say.