Suite 3100
Last night was suppose to be a normal monday night, but...as the day went by...my bartender friend told me and my neighbor to go over to Suite 3100 and he would mix us some drinks so that he could practice. It seemed pretty harmless. Go over have a drink or two and then go home. Simple as that right? WRONG. So we show up at his place at 9 and the first drink is a Cosmo. It's ok...but it's got too much alcohol so he makes another batch. He tells us to down our current one and then poors us another one. This ones ok but there's still something missing...so he makes a third batch. We down that one too and he decides to make Apple Martinis. I can't even remember how many we had of those...I think I lost count at four. Anyways, this is the first time I've ever seen my bartender friend drink that much hard liquor so fast. Anyways, my neighbor was almost passed out on the floor and then he brings out Bud Light cause we ran out of Vodka. We finished the bottle? WTF. Anyways, he starts telling us to shoot beer...haha. Well we finally left his apartment around 11:15. We were gone...he decides to walk our drunk asses home. While at my place, we decide to eat some food to soak up the alcohol. When they finally decide to leave a little past 12, we realize that we can't find his keys. We search everywhere. Our conclusion, he was so drunk out of his mind that he actually didn't lock his door and just started to walk with us. How funny is that?
Wonder how they are doing this morning? I know they aren't up yet...but I was smart for a change...I took Advil before going to bed!
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I've come across a neighbor sleeping on the bench of a park near where i lived. I've also be woken up by a neighbor who lives at the end of the hallway, on her way out in the morning. I just passed out outside my door, because I forgot my keys, and didn't want to wake up my roommate because I got home too late.
I once woke up, fully dressed in my clubbing clothes, half off the bed, contacts still in, and still quite dizzy -- evidence of a drunken night prior. And I woke because of a stranger knocking on my window.
Turns out, he delivers papers early in the morning, and found my phone. Smart guy looked through the numbers, found one that said "Home" (it was Home YVR, as in my family's place in Vancouver) and dialed it to figure out who owned the phone. My sister told him where I was, and he returned the phone to me.
I was still half awake, but I thanked him profusely before he had to go. I should have given him something.
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