Drunken Good Deeds

This weekend, my friends and I went to a party at an apartment a few streets away. There was entirely too much liquor up for grabs there, and we all ended up being wayyy too drunk to walk back to my boyfriend's apartment.

We called the college's designated driver organization to come give us a ride, and when we got back to the apartment we all pitched in to help get our very sick friend set up with a couch, a bowl, and some water.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up the next morning in a living room full of friends sleeping in random places with their mouths hanging wide open. I got up to go to the bathroom and found one guy sleeping in the bathroom with one hand halfway down his pants like Al Bundy from Married With Children.

I spent the rest of the day sleeping off and on with the worst hangover I've ever experienced, feeling like I might die. Late in the afternoon, after everyone came back from doing stuff together while I wallowed in the bed at home, our friend couldn't find his keys to drive home. He remembered a certain place on the living room floor he'd seen them last, but they were nowhere to be found. Right as he was about to give up and walk home instead, I said what I always say when I can't find something... "I'm sure they're in some completely ridiculous place like the fridge or something..."

Right then, I had a flash of a memory, and I had no idea if it was from real life or a dream.. All of a sudden as he started to walk out, I was like "waiiit... I think I might know where they are..."

As everyone stared at me, I burst out in laughter for a minute, contemplating how funny it would be if I was right.

"Go look in the dishwasher..."

Of course, everyone stared at me like I was an idiot, but he went into the kitchen and the next thing I heard was "What the fuck?!" and the jingling of keys..

Then the memory started coming back of our friend wanting to drive home and my boyfriend, being the semi-responsible drunk that he is, took his keys and hid them in some awful place that would have been discovered instantly if anyone had really wanted to find them.. I think he might have actually told him where he was putting them.

I have a very hazy memory of looking at him from my corner of the floor right before I passed out and telling him to hide them in the dishwasher instead.

My hiding place idea served its purpose, but apparently drunk people should probably write down where they hide such things because we came very close to never remembering, (my boyfriend still doesn't remember any of this happening) and our friend almost had to pay to have a new set of keys made. He thanked us in the end though =)