I am not a party man. 

Even if I enjoy socialising, share fun with my friends and getting pissed, I am not really this kind of person going from one party to another, always on the beat and stuff. I like alcohols, I' m a big fan of Belgian beer but the spirit are driving me weird and destroy my memories. Usually I do not remember what's happened. The black blank. I need my friend to tell me what I did. 

Yesterday I went to this Spanish party. I have been to a couple in the past and always find them very good even starting quiete late 11 pm. We were with Y. and E. at their home. Before going out to take a taxi, E. poured us two rums. I have to say that I hardly eat this day and it was 11 pm. I don't remember getting there, I don't remember being there. I just remember waking up in a closet in a room full of people that I guesses was the kitchen. When a kind girl came to help me moving. I was probably blocking the way. She helped me finding my mates. They show me the direction to the house, and I walked home. I think it was 3 miles far because I walk something like 1 hour. At home, I cooked some pasta, eat them and collapse on the coach watching TV when my mate turn up. It was 4:30 am. I couldn't find what I did for one hours or so there. I just hope I didn't do something stupid as putting my dick in a glass before drinking it.