The day after my 21st birthday, I woke up in my underwear in someone’s bed I didn’t know who lived on my floor in Buchanan Towers at Western Washington University. I was surrounded by camouflage military gear… turns out he was going to Iraq in the next day and was sleeping in his girlfriend’s…
Mine involves somewhere between twenty to twenty-five people, a roommate’s door getting kicked off its hinges, a car crash involving the only sober people at the party, a hookah, a missing friend who actually slept behind the bar we lived above (behind the dumpster in the alleyway), and a lot of alienated hometown friends afterward.
