When I was in Seattle I went to a friend's costume party and then a rave. I was dressed in this costume. My friend Greg drove us all there and we partied down and then around 5 am we left. That night happened to be the daylight savings time fallback, so it actually felt like 6 am. I hadn't stayed up that long in months, but we were all damned hungry so we all went to the Hurricane, a cool twenty four hour diner downtown. Well, I nearly fell asleep at the table. Predictably, I fell asleep while reading directions to Greg on how to get back to my friend Chris's place, where I was staying.

I woke up bleary-eyed as he was stopping in an apartment complex.

"Oh man, sorry I fell asleep."

"'Salright, you had the directions in your hands, so I just read them."

"Cool, uhh what time is it?"

"About 7 am."

"Yeow. Uhhh thanks for driving me home. No need to find the apartment, I'll figure it out somehow."

So I get out. Greg drives off. I look around. Hey, this doesn't look anything LIKE Chris's complex.

So I'm standing there about to collapse of exhaustion in my ridiculous costume at 7am in a strange freezing land with no pay phones. At that point I thought to myself "I feel like I'm in a sitcom." If those words ever flash through your head, you know you're in trouble. Eventually after wandering around dazed I discovered I was in the complex across the street from Chris', so I made a run for it and hoped no one saw me. Luck was on my side. I think.