This wasn't the first time Paul woke up with a hang-over.  In his years as an IU student, Paul encountered countless parties, created numerous memories at those parties, but also created some memories he would rather forget.

Music blared from the four-foot-tall speakers across the living room from the front door.  About 30 students danced to the sounds of "Jack and Diane," while the rest waited in line for the keg out on the back porch. I wanted a beer so I stepped outside and paid his three dollars. 

I stepped back inside, found my friends who joked about what they would like to do with the attractive blonde sitting on the couch with her friends.  I figured she was out of his league so I found a more plain looking brunette with green eyes to dance with. She was more my type.  Not real skinny, a pretty smile and the right curves. 

The stereo played songs by 2-Pac, AC-DC, LL Cool J and many others while they danced and drank the night away.  I pounded a while dancing with this girl.  But I forgot her name after number ten.  My friends were pretty drunk, especially compared to me.  They struck out with the ladies so they decided it was time to go.  Jim tapped me on the shoulder and said everyone was leaving.  Before I left he asked the brunette for her phone number.  She told me and I tried  to remember the seven digit string.  I repeated it several times for her and she nodded her head each time.  

We friends walked home on the back roads of campus to avoid the cops.  About five minutes I started feeling queasy and my eyes couldn't focus on any one object.  My head started spinning a little then he vomited all the way across the street. Man did that make me feel a  better.  

When I arrived home I went into my  room to change into clean shoes and pants.  Feeling better at this point I walked into the living room and saw my other roommate, his girlfriend and some of her friends playing a game of Kings.   

Twenty minutes later I was on his knees with each hand on the rim of the toilet bowl praying to the porcelain gods.  I knew my night was coming to an end.  I drank a glass of water and two aspirin tablets to help with the hangover I would feel in the morning.

The scene is basically the same with the music, the big speakers and the line for a beer.  But most of the similarities end there.

In fact while Paul was waiting in line for a beer he smoked two cigarettes before he even paid his money for a cup.  It wasn't that great of a party but Paul remembers that one party for some reason.  Maybe it's because we argue about what really happened that night.

You see, Paul is biggest drinker out of all of us.  He's no alcoholic, but he doesn't always know when, to say when.  If he has a few too many he turns into a bear.  Sometimes he is real quiet and keeps to himself, but other times he gets loud obnoxious, a little violent on occasion, and just pisses people off.

Back to that party, first of all we didn't strike out with the ladies.  They were ugly for the most part.  It's a good thing Paul forgot that brunette's number because Paul would regret ever kissing her.  She had a little too much 'cushion for the push-in' as we call it.  Not to mention is off-an-on girlfriend would not be too happy.

As for tapping him on the shoulder, we did that because he needed to go home before he got really out of control.  On this night he kept himself dancing by leaning his head on the brunette's shoulder.  Towards the end she wasn't too happy, but probably liked the attention.

Dragging his ass home was not fun.  He tried to walk in a straight line and touch his nose as if he were being tested by a cop.  If one did come around I don't think we would have been able to keep Paul from getting arrested.  And oh, can that guy blow chunks.  He vomited halfway across the street when he first erupted. 

Luckily we were nearly home.  When we got there he somehow made it into his room and changed into his boxers and a T-shirt.  Then he came out into the living room and made a fool of himself.  He tried to play a game, but ended up spilling more beer than he drank. He stumbled around the place and fell down one time after running into the table.   He made it to bed about 3:30 that morning.  

When he woke up I could tell he was hurting.  Instead of writing the essay that due on Tuesday he just sat on butt all day and bragged about dancing with that girl and how much he drank. 

We just laughed.