My freshman year of college some chick I had been talking to asked me if I wanted to go to a party. It was the beginning of freshman year so I barely knew this chick, and had no idea how to navigate around here off campus. But obviously I agreed to go anyway. The party was apparently at some frat where sober drivers for the frat are more than happy to cart around a bunch of girls to bring to their parties, not so much guys, but she got me in the car with her nontheless.
So we get to the party I got a cup and started hitting the keg. There were so many other people there that after getting a few in me I quickly grew disinterested in the girl I had gone to the party with and just started mingling with everyone at the party. At this point events are kind of in and out of my memory, but I remember going to the basement to smoke a j with some kid and realizing that there was hardly any people at the party anymore, basically just the kids that lived there. I asked some kid if he knew who the girl I came with was and he said "oh yeah, she got a ride home a while ago." fuck. So I figured whatever, I have no intention of spending the night at this house with a bunch of frat boys I just met, but I might as well soak up the rest of the night.
Long story short, as I realized I needed to get a ride back to campus I started getting desperate and ended up finding some drunk kid that was willing to drive me back to campus if I paid him 20 bucks. So he drove me back, stopping twice on the way to pull over and puke. In retrospect I probably shouldn't have ditched the chick I went to the party with.