Oh Mikey

I saw Mikey on campus today for the first time this year, and I was exceptionally happy to see him. I couldn't quite figure out why that was, but then Mikey said:

"Yeah, so, um... was I supposed to meet up with you guys on Saturday night?"

(gasp!) "Yes you were you asshole!!)

I said, as I started punching him and yelling about how it was good to see him alive, and in one piece, blah blah bastard. I explained that we could see him standing outside of the bar we were at Saturday night and that upon speaking with him, on the phone, we had the impression that he would be joining us. After about a half hour and no Mikey I got worried and called his phone a few times to no avail.

As it turns out, Mikey doesn't remember anything about the end of Saturday night. He woke up, in his car (luckily in the parking lot of McDonald's where he had parked it SOBER the previous day). His driver's side window was completely rolled down, thus the man sweeping the parking lot had woken him up, and there was a half-eaten McChicken in his lap!

A little too much Game Day fun for Mikey...