Why is it that my friends and I spend our weekend mornings re-creating the previous night? I can't say how many times I've woken up to a text that reads "What happened?" And today was one of those mornings.
While watching a marathon of America's Next Top Model on MTV, I've spoken with Blanca and Roommate J and this is what we've pieced together:
* Someone may have or may not have yelled at someone else undeservedly.
* Someone may have woken up alone in a strange bed, now remembering how he arrived there.
* Someone may not remember having been poured into a taxi.
* Someone may have spent his shift at the bar instead of at work.
It's all sort of a mystery to us, but I don't see our routine changing anytime soon...
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