Last night was my first night of having social life in 2 weeks. 3 hours of sleep each night has become routine, but I’m working on being less busy now (if that makes any sense). Anyways, Jeff, Steve, and I threw a somewhat successful and funfilled SPS party at Steve’s place. Less than 15 of us managed to take down a 1/4 barrel with no problems. Jeff certainly drank his fair share!
After the SPS party, we went over to Chris’s to continue drinking beers on the side of the road, fun times! We’ll definitely have to do it again. As always, our drunken escapades are augmented by Steve’s antics and animal impressions. My favorite is the rooster.
After a ride home from Adrian and Julie, I had some pizza and went to bed only slightly intoxicated by beer and majorly intoxicated with exhaustion. I wasn’t drunk, but I was dead tired. Here’s where the story gets interesting:
When everyone returned home from the bars, apparently I had to use the restroom. Now, keep in mind I remember nothing of this, the events you are reading now have all been reported to me by witnesses. Apparently, I emerged from bedroom in only a pair of boxers (that’s how I sleep at night) and I proceeded to the living room to adjust the thermostat – our thermostat only makes heat, so in a conscious state, I’d never touch it. After fiddling with the thermostat, I walked to Drea’s room and closed the door behind me. From what I’m told, I left the room about a minute later and mentioned to Reinen that he could use the bathroom if wanted to. I returned to bed.
Twenty minutes later, I woke up to hear dialogue between my room mates and neighbors: they were trying figure out why I had just entered Drea’s room and why I had urinated in a trash can in Drea’s room. That’s right, somehow I was sleep walking and went to the bathroom in a trash can in Drea’s room.
I’m positive that this is a sign I need to calm down with work and try to relax a bit more – definitely get some more sleep. Still, you gotta admit the above is pretty damn funny. At least I got it all in the trash can – things could have been much, much worse…
Stay tuned, there’s plenty more prose to come from Adam Kuhn this year.