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First thing you've got to understand is that to this day I maintain I was not drinking that night.

So I wake up, and the first thing I notice is that it does not smell like my bed. I feel someone's breath on my face and freak out; by way of eyes opening and sudden attempt to become one with the mattress.
And there's this girl, violently orange hair (always a fun first sight to discover one has a hangover) sitting over me, almost nose to nose; apparently waiting for me to wake up so she could start talking at double speed. No pauses for breath.
"Hi and good morning and I know this is totally weird I just wanted to let you know that I did not get all weird last night even though you're really really cute and I think we were both pretty trashed; well that's probably part of why, isn't it? And you can check; your pants are still on and everything so I'm not a total freak and you just slept like a rock and so did I and oh, yeah; you're in my room; and we don't live on campus, well; I don't know if you do because I know actually know who you are; oh, yeah I'm Carrie and my roommates aren't up yet so if you wanted to leave before anyone saw you and thought something weird you could but I could make you breakfast if you wanted because you are really cute and if you don't think I'm a total freak already I'd be glad to; I make good pancakes, my mom always said they taste just like at a resturant, but I suppose she could be talking about a bad resturant and never mentioned that part; but if you think I'm a total freak for letting a stranger sleep in her bed and offering to make pancakes, that's cool too; I am kind of a freak, but if you're, like all hung over and stuff I could let you go back to sleep if you wanted to.
And I'm Carrie, did I mention that, what's your name?"
Looking back on it, I have no idea how we did not wind up dating after that.
Maybe it's because to this day I don't know how I got to her bedroom.