2 nights ago, I had an amazing time, especially since with all the ish that's been going on in my life the past few weeks.
Anyways, a bunch of my boys took me out to NYC--got a hotel in Newark--Robert Treat, shits nice. In NYC--we went to a club, Webster Hall. Had an amazing time, shits like 5 floors of partying.
Went out for drinks afterward and just got retarded. Drink after drink after drink.
Saw some girl knock the shit out of this guy, (Euphanasia, that you?), right outside the bar, lol. Anyways, then we went to this other joint and by then I was already all sorts of fucked, but I still knew what I was doing. Its been a while since I've gotten drunk, drunk. I wasn't there yet, I still knew what I was doing.
Anyways, we were all having a good time when we all met a bunch of girls. We all hit it off and shit and most of us split up. I started to talk to these two girls and we hit it off. We hung out there for a minute and then decided to go back to the hotel.
Got to the hotel, had a few bottles up there and we started drinking some more and started to get comfortable. Anyways, we did start taking each others clothes off and shit---and we started getting it on..
Or I think we did..
I woke up the next morning with 4 naked guys in the room

They weren't my boys either. Huge hang over
I don't wanna know what happened after everything went blur, that's my fear.