Drunk @ House of Blues

I get home from Gay Days at Epcot and my drunk roommate wants to go to HOB. I agree and start drinking as well. I didn't have my phone on Sunday so we had to make sure that we did not get seperated. He decided to wear his Pumas after I advised against it. We take to bus there only to find out that HOB is having a private party (some Paul Mitchell hair thing) and it will cost 20 per person to enter. My roommate decides to pay for us both since he really wanted to dance.

We get inside and it is like 1980 whatever. Neon colors and spiked hair everywhere. It was amazing! My roommate insists on buying me drinks and I get fuk'd up really fast.

At some point in the night, he leaves me on the floor with some people that we had just met (I'm still waiting for that girl to text me) and we get seperated. I look all over that place for him. Finally, my drunk ass gets really sick and I head for the bathroom. After some throwing up, I walk as fast as I can out of HOB and straight to the bus stop (don't know how I got there).

There is a bus waiting and I get on. The noise and the lights fuck with me and I get sick again. I remember someone talking about someone being gay as I left the bus (don't think he was talking about me). After being sick again, I sit on a bench. I wake up (yes, I passed out on the bench) and there is another bus waiting. I was too sick to move and just sat there. I saw the bus pull away. I woke up again and a third bus is sitting there. This time, I forced myself up and over to the bus. I'm really not sure how I sat there that long and Security never came and woke me up. Anyways, the bus driver was yelling at me (said he didn't have to take me anywhere) and finally let me on the bus. I had to hold a trash bag to my face the entire time (his orders).

I woke up at Vista Way. After realizing that it was VW, I passed back out until Chatham. Some how, I got off the bus and made it to my room. I even managed to put a trash can by my bed, just in case. I never needed it.

My alarm did not go off but I someone how managed to wake up at 1030am on my own. I felt like shit and did not want to work (12pm). I stumbled to the living room and found my location call-in number. Then I went back to sleep.

When I woke up again a few hours later, I found little red dots all over my hands and arms. Something, at the bus stop (while passed out) had bit me all over. Today, almost a week later, the red dots have become bumps and they have become bright red. I look like I have chicken pox. A few of us are still debaiting as to what insect bit me. I think it was ants.

As for my roommate, I found out the next morning that he looked for me as well, then tried to find the bus stop. He failed and walked from Downtown Disney to Chatham Square. At some point, he ended up in water up to his ankles, ruining his Pumas, and he tossed them (he walked part of the way in socks).

I had a pretty crazy weekend with Gay Days. The moral of this story, don't leave your drunk, phoneless friends to fend for themselves. Also, don't wear your good shoes to a club. You never know what will happen.

The End.