Pretty surreal 24 hours for me. I went to a friend's place yesterday at around 10 PM with the intention to drink a couple of beers, knowing that I have to be at uni from 10 AM till 8 PM today. The two other guys drank vodka and out of courtesy, I couldn't say no to a few shots. I was moderately tipsy at first but things gradually became more and more blurry. The host had a tobacco pipe that we went outside to smoke every hour or so. During one of those smoke breaks, one friend suddenly disappeared so we looked around the apartment building, called out his name, but nothing. We walked a bit further and there he was, smoking a cigarette on the window of another dude's apartment in the neighboring building. I remember looking up at the second floor, seeing their two drunk faces, being drunk myself and feeling confused by it all. The three of us went back to the host's place and the dude who had disappeared went to take a dump or something. We were chatting with the host when he said something about the guy being in the toilet for a weirdly long time, so he grabbed a knife and unlocked the door with it. The guy was calmly laying in the bathtub, naked in the water. The host came up with the great idea that we should join him. A couple of minutes later, three guys are together in a small bath, rambling about who knows what. The water was awfully chilly. The disappearer told me to bring his camera, a 90s style one with a film roll, and I took some photos of the scene. I can't wait to see those pictures, no homo. I have no memory of how long we were awake but I woke up at 10 AM, still stupid drunk, and tried to find my socks and sweater. The other two were fast asleep, so I just left, bought a bottle of water and took the bus to town. A few stops before mine, I felt sick and made my way out, with difficulty, mouth full of vomit. I puked at the bus stop and went on the next one. I saw my editing partner in town and we went to school together, I told her I had had a long night, which was surely visible anyway. I ate a hot dog, we went to the editing room, but I was such a zombie that she told me to go sleep for a couple of hours, I would be of no use in that state. There's this dark corner in my school that is kind of hidden and has soft bags to rest on so I went there and tried to fall asleep. My head hurt so I stayed awake for quite a while, and every couple of minutes I heard someone walk past the corner, people occasionally pointing out: "Hey, there's somebody sleeping there." I did fall asleep eventually and it was damn comfortable. 4 hours later, I got up and went to eat soup. I still felt like crap, burning up, but after eating, I reunited with my editing partner and we got a few hours of work in.
Today is also the birthday of a long-time friend who had invited me and some others to a hookah place by 8 PM, and it's only two bus stops away from my uni so I went there directly, but on the way I managed to get into an embarrassing situation. I board the bus, at the next stop I see a familiar girl whom I have a thing for and when I see her approaching to enter the same bus, I think: "Dang, this isn't a good timing, I'm hung over and not feeling all that confident. I've wanted to meet her but why now?" She stands right in front of me with her side turned towards me, and I start to wonder: "Fuck, is it her or not? The face is so similar, same height, the glasses are the same, has to be her, right?" She even wore an expression that told me that she was aware of me being there but wanted me to start talking to her, not the other way around. So I reach forward, touch her shoulder lightly and ask: "Hey, you're that girl from that place, right?" She looks at me: "...what?" I answer: "Sorry, I took you for someone else." I didn't show it but felt incredibly embarrassed by that. Not so much the asking, but also I had given her a slight nod when she entered the bus and had been staring at her to identify if it's the right girl and then that awkward reach. Hilarious incident, now that I think about it.
As if all that isn't enough, we got grades today for an assignment that was due last week and I got "Not presented" even though I was one of the first to hand it in. It was a photo album so in case it's been lost, it's going to cost time and money to reproduce. Besides, that professor is an old-school guy, I can imagine him trying to convince me that he has never seen my portfolio and I must've fucked something up myself...I hope it's just a mistake.
TLDR: Got way too drunk before a school day, took a bath with two other guys, puked at a bus stop, slept at school, mistook a person for somebody else.