And now my cell is ringing...

Back in my room, I pull on some briefs and jeans. I'm digging in my dresser for my RA t-shirt, when my cell starts vibrating.

It's Randy.

"You twat! Why didn't you show up to my party last night? I thought you were coming!"

"That was last night?" What day is it?

"Shithead. What'd you do instead? Were you busy slutting around town?"

"No... Look, Randy, I'm sorry I missed your party."

I apologize approximately fifty times before Randy lets it go. She's a good friend, but she's nosy too.

The thing is, I could swear I did go to Randy's party. I guess maybe I dreamed that? Was I drinking a lot? I don't remember what I was doing...