hurting your chin and your pride in one night.. not recommended

I don't have much to say in this post, as most of my evening is what we like to call.. hazy, but I do know that I woke up with blood on my pillow and a throbbing chin. Oh, and a few questions.

We decided it was the last Monday before classes start (which is today, ps), so we should host a wine night at my house. I live in the apartment upstairs, and 3 of my friends live downstairs: 1 girl and 2 guys.

I should preface that wine is the one alcohol that seems to make any evening into Blackout City, and on this particular evening, I chose to forget that fact and drink the ever-classy Franzia by the SOLO cup full. And by SOLO cup, I mean, filled to the very brim, drinking as quickly as my friend with the tiny wine glass.

Awesomeeee choice.

At around 11 pm, the guy who lives downstairs tried to duck in downstairs from work, but I managed to stop him with a loud HEYYYYYYYYY NEIGHBORRRRR!!! I have never met this man before.

I managed to make friends with him (I think mainly because I was shoving wine down his throat), and at some point, I decided going over to our next door neighbor's house to make friends with them was a great plan.

I was definitely blackout at this point, as this entire trip is beyond my memory, but from what I've been told, I walked up to the one cute boy who lives in the house and, as an opener, used the line "You! You're old like me!" to which he responded with a confused look, and I said "Yeah.. Ya know, since you've already graduated and are back in school for your Masters!"

I've never in my life talked to him, and everything I know I was told by my girl housemate.

Smooth.

At some point later in the evening (after I made the intelligent decision to take myself out of the alcohol game), I arrived back downstairs with rubbing alcohol in one hand and a paper towel clutched to my chin with the other hand. Once I found my "responsible" housemate, I walked straight up to him and screamed

I AM BLEEDING PROFUSELY!!!!!

I then made him put the alcohol on my cut for me, as I was "too scared."

Questions that remain: what did I fall on? How did enough lasagna for 3 people end up all over my kitchen floor? And the ever important, why do I enjoy embarrassing myself in front of cute boys?

Needless to say, I hid out in my living room trying to nurture my chin and pride back to good health. The pride's about over it, but the chin is all kinds of bruised and cut.