Mr. Blackout

    It was a regular dinner night at a friend’s apartment. We bought about ten liters of wine and started drinking while we were having dinner. About two and a half hours later, those ten liters of wine were gone, and we were pretty wasted so we decided that it was time to go to the academic bar.

    The first thing I did when I got inside was go to the bathroom and vomit in order to enjoy the rest of the evening, but after I left the bathroom I went to get a beer...

    After that, I went to the dance floor and started doing what I thought at that time to be x-outing. Even today, one year later, people mock at me because of how silly I looked dancing x-outing. Meanwhile, my friends kept giving me beer for me to finish and before I noticed I got really wasted again, I was already talking to random girls to see if I got some action going, but with no luck. While we were returning home, my friends started running for some reason that I still don't understand and I started to run as well, so I wouldn't be left behind. But while I was running, I started to lean my head lower and lower and after some time running I dived head first on the floor, not moving for a while, and my friends had to bring me home picking me up on their shoulders.

    In the morning I woke up normally but when I started stretching my arms, I felt a sharp pain and noticed I had a big bruise on my left arm and I didn't remember why, so I asked them and they told me the whole story, while laughing like crazy people. I couldn't remember anything they told me...