After being back at Bungalow's for just a short bit, Lizzy took the girls and John off to find Paul, who had all the alcohol for the party in his car and B and I wait at Bungalow's for a DD to come get us. While we are out visiting Krystal's and Steak and Shake (the only places open for 3 am drunk food), the other gang is attempting to break into Paul's car...they couldn't find him and we really wanted our liquor! Now, this wasn't as illegial as it sounds, because one of the windows was rolled down slightly, so all they had to do was slide a stick in there and push the button...but if a cop had rolled up, we'd have a very difficult time explaining ourselves. We all meet up at the house and Brent unlocks the door (yea, our friend doesn't know we threw this party still...) and everyone settles around with their drinks. Since I was freezing, I got into the bed, sitting under the covers, and was able to talk to John and Anna, in the room with me, as well as everyone in the living room. (The bedroom is only seperateded by sliding doors because it used to be the dining room...this is a ghetto house...) Suddenly, B and John begin fighting over who gets to sleep in the bed that night...with me. Sorry boys, I'm going back to the dorm, I've got to be awake at 9 am to call the parents and pretend I'm taking a road trip to the beach (long other story). Well, being drunk Brent, a very horny boy, he jumps into the bed beside me and starts kissing my ear. Now, I'll admit a weakness here, that feels nice...but it's Brent and I was not that drunk, but Anna was clearly tipsy and took the opportunity to "give us privacy", turning off the lights and shutting the door as she left. Well, I corrected everything quickly, but stayed at the opposite side of the bed just chatting with B, and then he became pouty because I wouldn't come spoon with him while we talked. I tried to explain to him that we could talk all the same where we were, but he was drunk and reasoning with a drunk person is hard enough, plus it's just B, so I went over and snuggled with him for a little chat. After a few minutes of our latest gossip, he says he has a very important question to ask me, and I have to take it seriously. Oh shit...he's going to ask to make out (this is drunk B, he's notarious for "a 2 second makeout, little bit of tounge" requests to every girl in the bar)...but actually it was much, much worse. Brent wants to know if I have ever thought about hooking up with him...maybe for like a day when I first met him, but then he became my buddy Brent so that passed...B insisted that it's good for a friendship, especially if you haven't seen each other in a while like with us, to hook up...it makes you closer. While I am shocked speechless, Brent goes on to tell me how he doesn't want a girlfriend now, etc. but that I'm "a good-looking girl" and he has several friends he plans to have this talk with...oh God, how drunk is this boy tonight? After a few adament no's, he promises he will respect my decision and I move on to talking about anything else...but obviously B doesn't want that. "What would you do if I fingered you right now?" Umm...I'd break your fucking hand off. Who asks someone that? It takes several more strict no, never going to happen, before Brent calms down and then I realize it's after 4 am...I need to get home. I go to the living room where Anna and John are watching TV (somewhere during Brent and my chat, our other friends had gone home, as had the other guys at the house...) and I try to get her to walk with me...but she's comfy and promises to set her alarm to wake us up in the morning...well, I suppose that will work, it's kinda late and dark to be walking home anyway, so I make her promise she'll be good (she has a bad habit of making out when drunk) and then I go back to the bed to try and sleep...only to be woken 20 minutes later by Anna jumping into bed next to me...followed by John. Okay, this whole slumber party isn't going to work for me, especially when I'm sandwiched in the middle...but I try to sleep and forget things for a few hours, when I look over and John and Anna are making out! You don't do that when you are right next to other people! I push his head back to the wall and yell at him to get off her...then digusted, get out of bed...this has been the longest night! A little while later, Anna comes out and we decide it's time to go home...leaving the two boys in bed together (I should have taken a picture for blackmail...) we stroll home at 6 am...gotta love my first college walk of shame, I didn't even do anything! Anyway, after my shock of all the experiences that evening, I couldn't fall asleep, so I started writing this (finished a few days later...) then walked to the UC for breakfast...I think I'm done with the bars for awhile again.
