Wyatt
I left Phil’s, still trying to figure out who Stephane was. I was completely blank on most of the events from the preceding night. I remembered getting to Phil’s and helping him get things ready. Then I remember grabbing a few beers, chatting with a few people and then nothing. My phone buzzed as soon as I hit the door to my apartment.
Phil: Sup dude? You have fun last night?
Wyatt: Idk
Phil: ?? Wtf does that mean?
Wyatt: Dude, it means I don’t remember s**t.
Phil: LMAO, damn dude. I’d say you had fun!
Wyatt: Hey...you know a chick named Stephane?
Phil: Hmm…Nope. Why?
Wyatt: We…idk…hung out last night I guess. She text me this morning.
Phil: Haha yeah dawg, what’s up with that?
Wyatt: No clue, I’ll let you know.
Phil: Yep, keep me posted
I unlocked the door and walked in when the idea hit me to check the photos on my phone. I normally didn’t take too many pictures, but then again, I didn’t normally get black out drunk either. I pulled up the camera roll and thought that maybe I had hit the jackpot. There was a ton of photos, but everyone was in costume and they were all group shots. Damn, I thought. Guess I’ll to have to wing it.