So last night was totally epic.  

Went and saw The Muppets!

Then went and hung out with some of my Marching Mizzou pals for a couple hours

Then I went with my three roommates and the couchsurfer we are hosting all the way from Washington State to East Side for their Dirty Disco Party!  Toasts were made and dancing was done.

Some guys were like

and I was all like LOLNO

When it closed we went next door and had what you always have when you go out:  the holy mecca of drunk food AKA El Rancho.  The line was out the door and people were getting PISSED

The crowd was super rowdy and we had no idea where one of my roommates was or where his best friend was.

We ended up eating, going home, and going to bed — still having no idea where they were.

TURNS OUT that Harrison met a girl who was like “Help me find my coat? ;) ;)”

But APPARENTLY her crazy ex-boyfriend had stolen her coat from the bar as a way to lure her over there.  Harrison went, got the coat, and got into a brawl with the dude and now has bruises on his face.  And this is why I tell my guy friends to stay away from drunk flirts at the bars.

MEANWHILE WE STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE HELL BEN GOT TO.  TURNS OUT that he was sitting on the roof of Memorial Union (one of the most important/biggest building on Mizzou’s campus) drinking whiskey and smoking all night.

HOW DID HE GET UP THERE?  He doesn’t remember.

Oye.  My life.