Mikey 101

Oh. My. Goodness.
*dies laughing*

Okay, apparently there is nothing funnier on this earth than being the sober one with a completely hammered roomie. ^______________________^

He called me about 1:20 (earlier than I'd anticipated, honestly) and told me, "I think it's time to go home now." So I hopped in the car and called him when I got there. He sounded quite confused, couldn't figure out why I was calling him, and eventually managed to make it out to the car, quite proud of himself for walking the whole way. >.>;

So then we had a fascinating car conversation, during which he couldn't remember having called me to come get him, finished only about half of his sentences, and told me the same thing three times. ^.^v

Getting home, he fell out of my car onto the pavement. >.>; Still not entirely sure how he got back on his feet, but he did. Got his shoes off, then he attempted to walk upstairs. >.> ....... yeah, had to go up the stairs on all fours after he tried to tip over backwards twice.

Then we got upstairs! Yay! I have never been more entertained watching a grown man get attacked by his own pants. ^_____________^ Oh, and he walked into the doorjam, which is supposed to be my trademark. >.>;

Now he's downstairs watching TV attempting to play Kingdom Hearts, after having slid down more than one of the stairs. x.x I only pray he doesn't attempt to come back up until the alcohol has left his system. ^^;;;

The best part is, he's not going to remember a single thing tomorrow. =^.^=