Formal and my drunpkn weekend

Lupe's sorority formal was on Friday. While we're getting ready in the room, these guys knock on our door and talk to Lupe. They live in the two rooms right next to us! She is of course extra nice to them. Then she leaves. 5 min later, they knock again and I answer. They say, "You're hairdressers are here." I'm like, "Uhhh.. No that's ok, we're good." They keep talking to me and keep trying to get in the door, while I keep trying to say goodbye and close the door. I get distracted by a phone call and ignore them and then close the door saying maybe we'll come over later to drink or smoke or whatever, just to get them away. We go to Denny's in our fancy dresses for dinner and when we come back, there's cop cars surrounding the building. We go up to our floor and there are about 10 cops ouside our room! The whole hall reeks of weed and we go in our room. Sarah and I go talk to one of the cops. Turns out that the brothas didn't pay their bill, so the hotel called a cop on their ass. When the cop came, he discovered that they were trafficing drugs out of this hotel room, so they called for back-up and the narcotics squad. The only reason the policeman told me this is because he, too went to UCSC (Merrill).. =( Meanwhile, Kelly and Henry come with the Alcohol, so I change out of my dress, get my backpack and we march past the cops and the cop cars, get the alcohol and sneak it passed them, without them even knowing! All in all, we went to about 20 min of the dance and danced completely with each other, (except for Kelly, who had her boyfriend, and except for me, who somehow got pushed into a guy that was pointing at us). He asked my name, college, building and room number. I was like No, sorry, no room number, I don't know you. On Saturday, I went to a play that said "Dude" a lot. During intermission, I called to Jennie, "Dude!" She leaughed. I said, "No, seriously, Dude.... that guy over their in the white shirt, is that the guy I danced with last night?" Sho nuff, it was, and he was the lighting director for the play I was watching. We only glanced at each other once, like Hmm... You look familiar... Anyway, Saturday, I started drinking at cocktail hour with some people upstairs. Good margarita! Then I played drinking games with some other people and I got drunk again, but this time, WAY more than the night before... Now, everyone owes everyone money. To find out if you owe anything, come see me. I got a tally sheet of who owes who, what. =)
PS For those of you who didn't get drunk on Saturday: You're time will come. No more only getting tipsy crap! Let's all follow Athena's example and drink 7 or 8 or 9 shots! I mean hey, being able to feel your hands is overrated!