Last Night

I always start out writing these longish narratives about my drunken exploits. Because they get so lengthy, I usually have to save the post and come back to finish, which is when I think "Shut up!". So rather than boring you, which may be worse then when I don't post, I'm going to give the rundown of last nights events as I remember them.

My booking agent and her boyfriend came over.
We drank all the sake and champagne.
The consensus of my agency shares the same view on The One Upper.
The One Upper stopped by and got her mind blown, our booker actually mentions that she "one-upped" her by bring wine in a gift bag (our booker brought wine in a brown bag).
After TOU left, we discussed going to a party down the street.
We start playing a drinking game.
Josh leaves somewhere around now because it's no fun being the sober one during a drinking game.
I put on my pinstripe Stronghold shorts with suspenders.
A conversation/dare/joke/I don't remember results in me and my booker's boyfriend switching pants.
Hell begins to break loose in the form of I don't know what.
I put on sweatpants and go to hand back the pants when I see my booker wearing the shorts and her boyfriend in his boxers.
I went to go visit the porcelin gods for a bit.
Mike reports back to me that Alex is in the bathtub.
Around this time, I think my booker or her boyfriend step in Hugo's poop in the other bathroom.
They leave.
Mike is on vomit duty between me and Alex.
Mike puts Alex and I to bed.
Mike throws up.
We all wake up feeling awful.

In conclusion, although only 5 people ever came, I will deem this event as successful for now or at least until I speak to my booker tomorrow to make sure she doesn't think I'm crazy/hates me. I don't believe she does. And man, her drinking game saved the party. And resulted in a pant orgy.