I hate parties, because I find it's a lot harder to keep track of one's alcohol content. Eventually, counting the number of glasses of alcohol to the number of glasses of water becomes impossible. My friends seemed to have managed their own brand of personal party, and mine came along with what would amount to a catastrophe, given my alcohol tolerance. My vision blurred as the night progressed, and it took "way too much" blood-alcohol level to make me realize that the punch was spiked. And completely illogically, "in for a penny" seemed like a better idea at the time.
Yet as I woke up, I can't help but look over and think, What is he doing here? Instead of that, though, I looked over and said, "At least your hat is cool. Can I borrow it over the weekend?"