Oh, I have to stop going out so much!

So Halloween was a couple days ago... and we went out. I was incredible smashed though, which was fun but probably not the best idea. I really need to stop going out so much. My flat mates and I went to a halloween party (one of Julia's friends) and we each drank probably 1.5 bottles of wine... so we were drunk. I ended up stealing a ghost from this party as we were moving on to go downtown. I then carried said ghost around with me everywhere we went like it was a doll and I was 5. Another good story to testify the fact I was really drunk is when we got back (appartently, because I don't remember this happening), Julia and I were trying to follow some random guy into another residence... I'm not sure if I talked to him or not. I probably did because I was drunk and I'll talk to anyone when I am. Luckily Susannah was not as drunk as us so we managed to not follow this guy into the other building. When we got back to our flat, I made toast with cream cheese which I dropped on the floor (cream cheese side down) so I had to make more. Then we talked to one of our flatmates who doesn't really hang out with us... him and a couple of his friends left us a note on our fridge saying how they hate us (apparently that was a joke)... and after we confronted out flatmate (his name is Pugs), he brought his friend round to appoligize, but I'm not sure how sincere it was. Oh well... all in a nights work. :)