On Shot Glasses and Shoes

It was the end of summer. Fall classes hadn’t started yet, but almost everyone was back in town. I had moved into my new place with three of my best friends. I had turned 21 earlier that summer, and, as it turns out, I was entering into a couple very formative years. I spent most of it taking a couple classes, doing random art projects, and partying with new and old friends.

We went to a party that was about a two minute drive from our house that was hosted by some of my newer friends, but a lot of our friends were there. I brought some of my unbreakable shot glasses to the party so they had some extra supplies. At this time, I had a sort of crush on this guy. And I’d been going through a very impulsive period. I guess you could call it hypomania.

Anyway, they had a hot tub and a pool in their complex. So of course he and I, and a couple minutes later, some other guy decided to go hottubbing. And of course, I didn’t have a swimsuit. Second time that summer I went swimming in my bra and shorts after having a bit to drink.

Well, my roommates ‘lost’ me. They had no idea where I was. I hadn’t bothered mentioning to anyone where we were going. But they found me and brought me home.

The next day, it turns out I’d left my shot glasses and my shoes at their apartment. It took me quite some time to get them back.