There Was A Drunk Girl In My Bed This Morning

So my friend Rose from high school came to visit my roommate and me for the weekend. Things have been weird. I'm not entirely clear on everything that happened so I'll sum things up and see if I can break it down from there.

First item: There was a really big party in my room consisting of drinking games and general drunkenness. Second: I was being hit on all night by a drunken girl with a pseudo-Irish accent in front of her boyfriend, also drunk. Third: I panicked. Fourth: I kicked ass in Halo. Fifth: drunk girl somehow ended up in my bed halfway through the night, after the party. Sixth: I'm confused. Seventh: I was the only sober person in the room.

Rose and Mike(my roommate) went out on Saturday afternoon after I got back from karate so I bummed around playing video games. Brian from down the hall came down and asked if he could hang around until his friend got back, because his friend had his room key. We decided to play some Halo while we waited and when Brian's friend came down we invited him and his girlfriend to play. There was ownage aplenty, and I emerged victorious by wide margins. When Mike and Rose returned I gave my controller to Rose and just observed. Mike left to visit with his family in Detroit for a few hours. After Halo we played Risk and watched the Ohio State basketball game, and after the game we dispersed.

Now, this is where I think that things started getting weird. Of course, this is where the drinking started too.

Risk and the basketball game took a while of course, so it after 8pm by the time both were over, and Mike was back shortly after that. About that time the Girlfriend, as I shall refer to her, came back down and started chatting with Rose. As I said, this is where the drinking began and the Girlfriend seemed to be more than a little more animated than before and started talking to me and was most definitely flirting. With me, not Rose. While this was an awkward situation in itself, Brian's friend, the Boyfriend(a really nice guy), was in close proximity. The night wore on and the location of the party settled in our room. Girlfriend continued flirting, and I continued being uncomfortable. Boyfriend went back to Brian's room to pass out, and Girlfriend continued to get louder, and more drunk, so I escaped. I got outside, under the pretense of needing to smoke a cigar, and wandered around the park that is a short way from my dorm building. Mike, Rose, Brian and my various other friends from the hall continued playing games, and Mike and Rose more or less covered for me when Girlfriend inquired as to where I had gone.

I came back in after gathering what advice I could, and planted myself in front of my computer. Then I moved to my bed to read; I was more of an observer to the party than an actual participant anyway. Though this move seemed to make sense, it backfired somehow. Apparently drunken Irish girls can climb. So the party started to wind down and we finally got everyone out at about 3am. Mike, Rose and I were all but tucked away into our various accommodations when Girlfriend came back and asked if she could sleep in our room rather than share a bed with her passed out Boyfriend. Being rather gentlemanly fellows, Mike and agreed to let her after trying to convince her that she should go back down to Brian's room, though we didn't have anywhere she could sleep. I offered her my own bed, since I have mad chair sleeping skillz and happened to have a chair handy. She declined, instead wanting to sleep on the floor. My sense of chivalry shut itself off at that point in favor of sleep. However, at some point Girlfriend again proved that inebriated Irish girls can in fact climb and managed to climb into my bunk. I woke up later, apprised the situation and relocated briefly to my chair, and then to the edge of the futon that Rose was sleeping on, figuring that it was better to share a bed with a girl who I have known for years, and who would understand the situation.

Well, in the morning Girlfriend and her Boyfriend left, and Rose left several hours later after we talked about the whole crazy weekend for a while. Not something that I want to repeat.

My most excellent friend Greta, fearing that I would be the subject of stalking, called Girlfriend posing as my girlfriend and attempted to thwart any future stalking. I love her. Greta, I mean. She's such a great person. Even her name is an anagram for great.

Anyway, at the very least I got a humorous story out of everything.