Ray Strode

I woke up this morning in aina haina covered in regurgitated crown royal and heineken with my pants unzipped and I was wearing someone else’s shirt.

Update: They found my wallet. The keys and my shirt are still missing. One of the guys has a blurry memory of a chick walking up to him, pointing at me and saying “I have Ray’s keys”. He’s going to make some calls and see what he can find out.

One of the guys in one of my classes last semester threw a graduation party last night. It started really early because he’s got a pool and it is really clear and sunny nowadays. One of his roomies is a cook at duke’s so the food was really good: prime rib, lasagna, mac nuts, hot dogs, burgers, and a cooler keg of beer. I brought a styrofoam cooler full of beer and hard lemonade, too.

One notable thing was the “ice luge” which was a gigantic block of ice–probably 1 foot thick, 4 feet tall and 3 feet wide. Large canals were carved into this block of ice. The ice block was put up on an angle and we would take shots of whiskey, tequilla, vodka, etc.

At any rate, I got way too drunk, started to make a bit of an ass out of myself, threw up, and passed out on the couch. The guy who threw the party gave me a fresh shirt and took me to the couch. ugghh

When I woke up the next morning my fly was strangely unzipped. Anyway, I got up, wrote a thank you note to the guy on the top of the cooler i brought, stripped off his shirt, and went to my car. That’s when I discovered that I didn’t have my wallet or keys. I’m hoping one of the room mates there took my stuff so I wouldn’t try to drive drunk, but I think they were probably stolen. *sigh* I’m going to call their house soon to find out.