Late Friday night, I went bowling with a group of my Brothers. We knocked down the pins at Vigo Bowl – nice bowling alley, really shady neighborhood. As we were entering, a crazy woman drove by and yelled nonsensical obscentities at us. Minufo responded in kind, but the rest of us hurried inside, not wanting to find out if irate Hautians pack heat. Once inside, we played several games, watched the NHL Super Skills Challenge, and had an overall good time. Upon departure, we trekked to IHOP for some late night cheesecake and shakes. Healthy, no? I’ve still yet to eat pancakes at IHOP. From there we returned to the House, only to find a party going on. (Did I say party? I meant casual gathering. Yeah, that’s it…)

Despite how I feel about drunken parties, this one seemed almost appealing to me. I decided to relax for a few minutes before doing anything else, so I sat down in my desk chair. Big mistake. I didn’t think that I was tired enough to fall asleep in my chair at 1:00 a.m., but reality proved me wrong. The next thing I know, it’s 3:00 a.m., and I’ve just awoken with a jolt when Will, my little bro, walked into the room. I had a strange recollection of Perenic asking me for a ride to IHOP, but it seemed like a hazy dream. Giving such matters no further thought, I brushed my teeth and went to bed.
Later on Saturday, several people commented that I was “completely out of it” Friday night. Curious, I got a first-hand account from my roommate, Minufo. It turns out that Perenic and others had come into my room at about 2:00 a.m. looking for sober people to drive a bunch of drunks to IHOP. Apparently, they tried waking me up. I became semi-concious, stuck in a delerious stupor. I’m told that I mumbled giberish for a while, refused to drive, then agreed to drive, all while maintaining minimal control of my extremities. I even stood up and was about to leave, still rubbing my eyes to vanquish the cataplexy. At this point, Minufo stood up for my best interests and said that I shouldn’t drive anywhere, especially since I had returned from IHOP not two hours prior. The possy left, and I sat down, returning to my blissful slumber.