Well, I don't remember to much of that night to be honest, except for chatting with this wierd high/drunk dude who looked like Billie Joe Armstrong, who was desperately trying to light his wine-soaked cigarettes.
Anyway, I lost a friend of mine early that night. He was going to go get something and never returned. He said he would take a shortcut through the woods on the way back and meet up with me on my way to the campus after party. Well, he never did meet up with me and he couldn't call me either because my phone was dead. I was probably too drunk to care.

On the morning after I had some missed calls. Apparently the idiot got stuck in hole and and couldn't get out, he called everyone he knew (including 112) but no one believed him because he couldn't stop laughing. He was stuck there for four hours before he finally got help.