Last weekend was "prom" - my business school's annual black tie thingie. The event was actually loads of fun, even though I still don't know that many people yet. Suffice it to say, lots of Heineken was involved. I ended up at a bar in the meatpacking district (incidentally, a block from my new house) with a few classmates. One of them and I were reminiscing tonight in class about the evening.
Turns out I'm missing a good hour or two of the night. According to my bank statement, I closed my tab at 2:42 (no recollection), and according to the classmate, I lost my coat at the bar. Sure enough, can't find the coat in question in the house. When reminded we had done tequila shots, I could only remember the act itself, but couldn't remember who was there or even where we did it. The bright spot is that: 1) I remembered to get my credit card back, 2) I was supposedly not completely trashy or bumbling. What sucks is that I really like that coat...
Let it be a lesson, kids: don't drink so much that you don't remember anything the next day. Or don't wear a coat when you go out.
Turns out I'm missing a good hour or two of the night. According to my bank statement, I closed my tab at 2:42 (no recollection), and according to the classmate, I lost my coat at the bar. Sure enough, can't find the coat in question in the house. When reminded we had done tequila shots, I could only remember the act itself, but couldn't remember who was there or even where we did it. The bright spot is that: 1) I remembered to get my credit card back, 2) I was supposedly not completely trashy or bumbling. What sucks is that I really like that coat...
Let it be a lesson, kids: don't drink so much that you don't remember anything the next day. Or don't wear a coat when you go out.
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