The Hangover

Last night I was drugged with roofies.

This morning I wake up grasping for my cell phone. And then the huge question surfaces, "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!?!?!" I slowly get out of bed confused, trying to find my phone. I go to the door to see my purse on the floor and my cell in it with 5 missed calls. But where was my camera!? ... Safe on my couch. I was so confused.

But somehow, even being completely blacked out I was able to take a cab (I think I took a cab- it makes the most sense), give them my address, pay, get thru the front door, go up the elevator... and then I do remember trying to get into my apartment, getting frustrated with the keys, throwing up in the hallway and passing out. I have no idea how I got into my apartment.

Like in the movie "The Hangover" where they wake up to find Mike Tyson's tiger in the bathroom and don't remember a thing... I woke up with 700 pictures I barely remember taking. Unfortunately, I wasn't partying with Bradley Cooper Mmmmmmmm but at least I was safe.

That could have gone so wrong. ALWAYS watch your drink and try to watch it being made.