Last night, I had a "party" in my room in residence. Bought a 40oz of Sauza Gold Tequila for the occasion. I tripped out because I was baked walking to the LCBO with my friends, and a group of people were crowded around an old lady, who was like screaming, in pain, as she had fallen and broken her hip. Finding shot glasses was a bitch. Zellers was out, The Bay was out, JYSK didn't have any... Two women who worked at The Bay refused to sell me them because of me wearing my orientation bracelet. Finally got them at Benix. My friend broke one before we even drank, and cut his hand. Oh joy. ANYWAYS, we got back to res and I realized... that we needed fucking salt. So I ran at top speed to the student centre, went to the pub and stole packets of salt, seeing as the cafeteria was closed. After the run back, I was nice and sweaty. This, ladies and gents, is where I believe it began. I removed my shirt and wiped off my sweaty body. I put a clean shirt on afterwards, but was still very gross and hot. We started pouring shots into the glasses, which held 1.5oz. After my second shot, my three friends left to go see Marianas Trench play at the park next door. So, my roommate and I start taking more shots. He decided that everytime he was knifed while playing Team Fortress 2, he would take a drink. I reached about 6 before I took a break. At this point I was drunk. Instead of retelling the story, I will name off a list of shenanigans that occurred. - A girl told me to take my clothes off. I obliged. - I consumed the equivalent of 15 shots of tequila. - I ran down the hallway in my boxers, where I was caught by my RA. - I smoked weed and got the spins, but never puked. - I spilled booze all over my roommate. - Freaked out and cried, thinking I was in trouble. - Thought I lost my laser mouse, and started accusing people of stealing it (found it behind my desk). - Spilled water on my phone. - Proclaimed to my soph that I was the biggest stoner in res. - Brushed my teeth at the end of the night. - Met a guy from Haiti. This is why drinking is just the shit. I don't remember any of that happening, ever. But, in the end, it was a good night. My sophs came in and had to calm me down. Apparently it took 2 hours to do so. I kicked everyone out, and just went beserk. Then I passed right the fuck out. I rock. I awoke to find things out of place, and messy. There was a box of cereal in my room as well. I felt like absolute shit when I got up, and smoked a couple of bowls, and now it's all good. Can't wait for next week's tequila party!