Last Night

I went to this guy's room and we hung out and drank this gallon of wine he had (don't ask me). I got extremely fucking drunk. I threw up in his sink and later the bathroom. He wanted to go over to his buddy's place for some more, but as I got outside I couldn't walk. So I went back to the room and collapsed on the floor. My roommate was here and he was telling me I was mumbling crazy shit. I remember some of that. I was passing by this guy and was like "I love that beard and hair man." I some some girls and was like "I love you guys. You're beautiful people." In bed I was like "Who's that black private dick whose a sex machine with all the chicks? Shaft!" (ok, that's from "The X-Files" so it was probably a Son of Dolemite quote from MadTV). I then woke up with the worst hangover I've had (which I'm still feeling) and just vomited up everything, guys. Now this part is embarassing, but too damn funny not to tell. My roommate brought his family in earlier, while I was starting to jack off. I quickly got it in, but my fly was still open as they were saying hi to me, so I did this half-turn in the chair and quickly said hi. Then I got on the floor like I was picking something up and zipped it. I then started making conversation and acting normal, but his Dad asked me if I was feeling better since last night, so I guess Matt told them about me. Hopefully that will excuse my weird behavior, but it could have been bad!