My halloween started out pretty normal. Just a few friends kickin it at my apartment, pre funking before the inevitable couple mile walk to the bars. Everything is going pretty well, and we are all drinking a bunch. Then at 10 we decide to start the walk to the bars. I was Michael Phelps, and all I had on were speedo pants, and flip flops with an american flag draped over my back. It was like 40 degrees out so the walk to the bar kinda sucked. Once we get closer to the bars and are walking through campus things started getting hilarious. As I was walking along with my entorage of friends people are yelling "Phelps" to me and multiple people stop me for photographs. As usual when I am drunk I am high fiving and hollering at everyone I see. This was probably the most fun part of the night just wandering around yelling at random people on the street. Then we get in line for the bar, which is pretty long and my buddy goes in the corner mart and buys a 24 oz for me and another for him, we polish them in line, so I had 10 beers by that point. I am doing pretty good. We get in and I see some guy dressed as bear fucker from super troopers, which was probably the best costume I saw all night. We head to the downstairs part the bar where there is a dance floor, and is where all the hot chicks are. Pretty much every girl that is in costume is wearing barely lingerie equivalent so it was pretty rad. I try to dance on some chicks, with varying success, while my friends keep buying me drinks. When it was all said and done I probably had 4-5 double whiskey cokes, so I probably had close to 18-20 drinks in me. That was a terrible idea because this is where everything goes horribly wrong. The last thing I remember was being outside the bar because there was a fight.
I am completely blacked out at this point, and don't remember how I got back from the bars. It is probably about a 30-35 minute walk completely uphill, so that is pretty crazy that I managed to find my way back. Then I get back to my place and my door is locked, I was fucking angry at this point because I had nowhere to go and it was fucking freezing out.
Flash to saturday morning. I am awoken to the aparment managers mom, who is a grandma saying I need to get out. I am completely disoriented and have no idea where I am. Apparently I managed to get into the apartment managers office and pass out on the floor still in my costume. She is calling the cops at that point saying that "there is an intruder". I am like, woah, sorry I have no idea how I got in here and I'm really sorry. I run upstairs to take a showere real quick and when I get out the cops are there and want to talk to me. Basically nothing really happened with the cop. She leaves and my buddies told me that when the cop got there I was in the shower. Apparently I had managed to piss all over the managers desk soaking tons of papers and a binder and calculator. My friend said the the desk was probably 6 feet by 3 feet, so i must have had a pretty full bladder lol. So now I just have to wait and find out if the managers are going to make me pay for any of the stuff I ruined.
Cliffnotes: I walked 30 minutes to bars, had about 18-20 beers, walked back blacked out. Was locked out of my apartment and slept in the managers office and peed all over their desk.
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