Somewhat Embarressing Story

So three nights ago, the night before Christmas Eve, I got really drunk at a party with a few of my friends. My good friend Emily drove me home. When I say I was drunk, I mean I was embarressingly drunk. I do not drink very often at all so it hit me pretty hard.

It was, first of all, a mistake to drink at all this night since I had work at 6:30 AM at Panera. But, I usually don't care about being tired at work since it is nonsense work. And I didn't think I was going to drink that much anyway. But I did.

I have very rarely been intoxicated to the point of not being able to remember events, but on this night I have no memory of what happened between being dropped off at my house and waking up at 10:30 the following morning.

Obviously, I had not set off my alarm and had missed work. I probably would have slept until into the afternoon if it weren't for my mom accidentally waking me up. I awoke to the sounds of my mom walking into my room whispering to someone, "I have no idea where it would be. I guess I'll check Brandon's room, but I don't know why it would be here." After hearing this, I noticed that I was laying in bed wrapped, not in my blanket, but my mom's table cloth.

To be fair, the table cloth did not come straight from the table, but had been left folded on the couch in my living room. My mom just laughed. Panera, on the other hand, was kinda mad.