Well, I only went to three parties last semester, hahaha...I do have one interesting story, though.
Around Halloween, my girlfriend and I decided to go to a party that was being thrown by some of her friends at work. There was just one problem, however...it was a half-hour away from campus, and neither of us had a car. So I whipped out my cell phone, and called my best friend, Brendan (now deceased due a car accident, unfortunately) to give us a ride to the party. He showed up within 10 minutes, with another friend in tow, and we drove down to the party. Before we left, I asked him if he was planning on bringing us back to campus when we were done...he was very sketchy about his reply, and mentioned something about another party he wanted to go to, and then drove off. I pushed it out of my head, naively assuming he would come through, and went to the party.
A few hours later, a thought pops into my now extremely hazy consciousness...I should call my friend to make sure he can pick us up. So I call him, and guess what? Him and his friend went to the party, and are too drunk to pick us up. Terrific. He offered to drive drunk to pick me up, but, of course, I angrily hung up the phone. I start to worry, and try calling some other friends in my fairly short speed dial list, but nobody is avaliable at that time of night. At this point, my girlfriend is very concerned, and says she is now hesitant about trusting my friends ever again...she also refuses to get a ride back with my parents, as she doesn't want them to meet her drunk. At this point, I am in nightmareville.
Then, some sorta good news occurs...my girlfriend finds her own ride home, and now it's just me who needs to find somebody to drive him back. I'm too shy to ask all the strangers I don't know if I can get a ride, so I swallow my pride...and call my parents. The problem is, by this point, I'm too drunk/stoned to give them good directions, so they end up getting lost and panicked as I try futilely to articulate which roads to take. But eventually, they found me, standing outside the house freezing my ass off, and it's all over.
Tough situation, yes...but it could have been much worse. One, my parents said they were proud of me for using such good judgment and responsibility. Two, they didn't know I was stoned...they knew I was on SOMETHING, but they did not suspect I was stoned, haha. Three, I discouraged my now-deceased best friend from driving drunk to pick me up...thank God, even in my hazy frame of mind, I had the common sense to turn down THAT little offer, because I would have hated for him to die that way instead...
Moral of the story? Make sure you can always count on your friends or loved ones in times of danger, crisis, or partying.
