BLACKOUT! (how to piss off your girlfriend)

It's saturday around 8. I'm racing to the mainstage theater on campus to catch "Blood: of Brothers and Sisters," an experimental ensemble performance piece in disguise as a play. needless to say it didn't make a lot of sense. anyway, it was closing night, so after I left the show, and after stopping briefly at my friend's appartment for a beer or 4 and some laughs, i went to the after party. It was the first party I've ever attended with a professor, which was cool, because the professor was drinking out of a handle of grey goose, and I was drinking shitty beer and shitty whiskey. after a few beers and a few shots, i started feeling sick because i had had way too much to drink in only about an hour. Pop quiz: what's the best thing to do if you're drunk and you feel sick? a) lie down and/or call it a night, b) eat bread or something else starchy, c) boot, get it over with, and continue drinking. thats right... c. so i booted and grabbed a couple key lights to wash the taste of the shitty dinner i had eaten several hours earlier out of my mouth. after a couple hours we decided it was time to pay our good friends, the brothers of Delta Kappa Epsilon, a visit, so we headed up to their area. we got there and it was good times all around. we continued to drink and everything, we rocked out to some salsa music and some classic rock and maybe a little snoop dogg. then it hit. the blackout. now, counter-intuitively, it was not me who blacked out. it was the building we were in. the power was gone, and never have I seen all hell break loose as quickly as it did then. within 2 minute of the power outage, there was a naked french 20 year old encouraging, will ferrel style, everyone to join him in streaking. the masses responded well, and people got naked. everyone headed downstairs to watch the streakers go, and my friend justin and I decided that it looked like fun, so we went and hid our clothes in a corner, and ran outside. after a lap of the building and much shaking of our genitals in the direction of innocent bystanders, we went back to get dressed but UH OH!!! no clothes. they were stolen except our shoes and socks. so we went around looking for them in the building. we found his boxers, then the rest of his clothes, then my shirt and coat, which i put on. so here I am, naked from the waste to the feet, walking drunk around a dorm in the pitch dark, looking for my pants. so i'm walking down the hall, and I see a door open. in the door is a girl who was looking confused. she was confused because she had come into her room to find a pair of boxer and a pair of pants that were not hers or anyones that she knew of. Then she looked up and saw me, a man with no pants and no boxers. it was hard to explain myself to her and harder to explain myself to my girlfriend.