I went to a party called BathHouse last night. There was a pants-check at the door, and it was basically a ton of gay dudes in their underwear. I don't really remember it. I remember that I was in a shirt and briefs. I know that my phone is broken now. I know that I was still drunk well into the afternoon. The rest I've had to learn from my friend Jeremy. Here's what I know now:
At some point, I was making out with some hot guy with a hairy back who was in his underwear, and his hands were in my underwear. Jeremy and his friend Varuni went and danced, and when they came back, they found me peeing in a corner of the bar. I finished my beer while peeing and threw it against the wall, smashing it. Three bouncers came over, but somehow Jeremy talked them out of kicking me out. Later, Jeremy bumped into a friend of his (a promoter who's pretty connected and helping Jeremy with a project he's working on) and asked if he'd seen me. He said he had, and that he'd (also) had his hands in my pants (underwear), and that they were wet*. I laid down on the sidewalk while Jeremy got his car, and once we got to his place, I puked behind the toilet.
*from sweat!
"PARTYING"
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