Where are my pants?

My friday was surprisingly not too eventful. My roomie, my super sweet relative and my boss came over and we drank mad beer and smoked mad weed=great evening. Oh and I am kind of in love with my boss as well. It used to be cool, but now I think he reached a midlife crisis and is questioning himself why on earth he is fucking a girl 13 years younger than him. He is either nice to me or ignores me which makes my go even more crazy and like him even more but anyways...as I was saying...friday night I got high and ate way too much chili and chips.
I then woke up the next morning and roomies friend was visiting from Clemson, it is about 12 and his friends are already pregaming for a football game. I am up, still full and decide to run so I can participate in chugging beers ASAP (hence if i did not I would be unable to move considering the pain my stomach was experiencing). So we start drinking in the early afternoon and roomie's other friend came from Miami as well for this football game-it was going to be a crazy day/night. I probably blacked out about ehh...6:30. Before then we were all basically drinking a shit ton of beer, doing keg stands with strangers, finding somewhere to pee without being seen and talking to Clemson, frat boys. It was too early in the day for me to start my sex eyes-incase you were wondering. The funniest part of the day was probably when my innocent, friendly friend Ceci asked this chinese boy, "So, what part of Asia are you from." He found it entertaining and laughed his ass off.
The rest of the night, I'll let you know I mostly do not remember so I am going by information collaborated from friends I was with. My friends and I get to our apartment and we are wasted and tired. Everyone passes out except my champion relative probably because she is irish or just wickedly talented at drinking beer or both. One by one everyone in my apartment is waking up out of bed and then my champion beer drinking relative wants to go get dollar pitchers so we were just like alright sweet, we are still drunk. I have no idea how I looked when I left my apartment but I wore converse sneakers out which is very rare occurrence for someone like myself who loves heels.
I do remember waiting in line for ever for some beer, then I saw superbad guy from thursday night!! AND he frekin texted me friday night and asked me what I was doing. (weird considering I bled all over him-not really but still...weird) THEN I was that girl. I kept hooking up with roomies friend from Miami for what I was told seemed like 3 hours. We all then came back to our apartment because the bar got packed and dollar pitchers were gone. WEAK. At our apartment my boss and the driver of where I work come over too with a pumpkin cheesecake that I keep eating. (thank god they have not asked for it back because It is almost gone...opps)
I was told that my eyes kept rolling in the back of my head and I was still trying to be flirty. I kept going over to miami's lap and I sat on him while I would change a song on my sound dock. Then I would go over to my boss and put my head on his shoulder and I guess i just kept going back and forth between guys. Suddenly, we have a problem. We are out of beer! Roomie knows I am hammered and tells me that I have to go with driver to get more beer. Of course I do not have a problem with this and I go in the hallway with driver. Roomie comes in the hallway and sees me and driver 45 minutes later of waiting for beer. I think I hooked up with the driver who is friends with boss....shit lexa you suck.
Oh and boss is drunk as shit too and he is wearing my bug, obnoxious, sunglasses and riding my roomies bike in every single room in our apartment. He felt quite accomplished. Boss and Miami almost got in a fight, then driver and miami almost fought but then they made up. They made up mostly because they took the beer and left so roomie and miami went over to boss' apartment room (on my floor) and roomie got beer. Hurray!
I pass out and I wake up at 6am on a pretty small couch with miami with no pants on. I walk in roomies room sleep with her for a while. Then I wake up walk in my room and see a condom wrapper on the floor. Roomie's friends left to go back to their boring lives and my roomie texts both the guys and asks if they had sex with me. One response was, "I don't think I did," the other was,"I don't remember." I was supposed to go to work and failed to do so because I wanted to eat steak and eggs, and I did not want to see boss or driver and I currently hate working at the moment. I also woke up with texts from superbad guy asking if I left the bars and other drunken words. I obviously saw him the next day on campus. He tired to avoid me and then when I saw him he shook his head at me, then he asked me why I didn't text him back and where I went off to last night. In my head I was thinking what the fuck is this guy's deal. Then I saw him talk to his friends at a table and I am pretty sure he told them our eventful night from thursday. What a great weekend.