today i am recovering.

a friend turned 33 and had a load of us over to his place for bbq and firepit. lost track of my intake but around ~4am wives are asleep and party has thinned. him and i walked an old friend home, i dont care if its the suburbs, drunk girls shouldnt be allowed to walk by themselves. on the way back we passed our old highschool. i havent been back ever and just wanted look inside through the window. one of the side doors was unlocked. we drank a tallboy in the courtyard and did a lap of the halls. motion sensor picked us up on the way out and alarm went off. then we went back and i woke up 8:30 this morning on their couch with half a bag of potato chips dumped in my lap and a whale documentary on max volume.