Food: Ribs, smoked vegetables
Alcohol Intake: A couple of beers.
Smoking: None for eight days.
Went to sleep: 9:00PM

I was at a bar, much like the bar I hang out at these days. An older woman was sitting next to me. We were chatting, when she leaned over and kissed me. That was odd. She gets up, and a cute girl about my age sits down next to me. I know her, but don't see her that often. She says she's going to head home, and I tell her that I was about to take off myself.

The next thing I know, I'm riding in her car up the road. (I think this is the town of Simi Valley, where I grew up.) I don't remember getting in her car, but I'm not drunk. I tell her, "I'm not really sure how I got in your car, but my place is off here to the left. Can you drop me off?" She says sure, and turns into my apartment complex. I invite her in, and a make-out session ensues.

We are progressing towards sex, when we remember that we forgot something. (I don't remember what, but we have to leave.)

We leave for a while, and eventually come back to my apartment. My apartment complex is much like the hotel we stayed in at Mardi Gras. There isn't a single entrance to the apartment, but a door into every room in the apartment from the outside. The neighbors are having a big party (it looks like some sort of rave), and apparently people at the party thought that my apartment was part of the neighbor's place. Since I had left my bedroom door open, our apartment is overrun by smoking raver kids. I bum a cigarette off of somebody, and get pissed off at myself that I've started smoking again.

My roommate, a friend of mine from Arkansas, comes in and bitches me out for always leaving my bedroom door open. We finally chase away all the ravers, my roommate figures out that nothing has disappeared, so he goes to bed. I pick up the girl and carry her back to my room. Then I wake up.