So we lived together for about 18 months. Almost 4 months ago we broke up and she moved out pretty much immediately. After prolonged stays at a couple of her friends' houses, she finally got her own place about a month ago, which leads us to last night.
I went to bed early (for once) and I was actually moderately excited to get a full night's rest. Three hours into my peaceful slumber, about 2:30 am, I was awakened by what sounded like someone trying to get into my apartment. So I grabbed my bat and prepared to confront whoever it was. Looking through the peephole, I was greeted by the sight of my ex-GF trying unlock my door with the key to her new condo.
Somewhat confused, I opened the door for her at which point she immediately ran to the bathroom and started vomiting. I sat with her a little while to make sure she was ok then went back to bed. Upon waking up this morning I found her passed out cold with both arms still wrapped around the throne.
The first words out of her mouth when I woke her were "Where the fvck am I?"
An amusing conversation ensued in which I got to inform her of exactly how she ended up at my place. She said she forgot most of the details from last night, but for some reason she thought she was still living with me even though she remembered that we were broken up.
Maybe some of the drunks here can elaborate on how a person could get so incoherent off of alcohol. I've never been drunk enough to do something that silly
I went to bed early (for once) and I was actually moderately excited to get a full night's rest. Three hours into my peaceful slumber, about 2:30 am, I was awakened by what sounded like someone trying to get into my apartment. So I grabbed my bat and prepared to confront whoever it was. Looking through the peephole, I was greeted by the sight of my ex-GF trying unlock my door with the key to her new condo.
Somewhat confused, I opened the door for her at which point she immediately ran to the bathroom and started vomiting. I sat with her a little while to make sure she was ok then went back to bed. Upon waking up this morning I found her passed out cold with both arms still wrapped around the throne.
The first words out of her mouth when I woke her were "Where the fvck am I?"
An amusing conversation ensued in which I got to inform her of exactly how she ended up at my place. She said she forgot most of the details from last night, but for some reason she thought she was still living with me even though she remembered that we were broken up.
Maybe some of the drunks here can elaborate on how a person could get so incoherent off of alcohol. I've never been drunk enough to do something that silly
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