Well last night was a fiasco. Westword had a massive private party in downtown Denver. Drinks were free from 6-9. Wow. I went with the girl across the hall from me because I knew we'd have a good time. Let me just say this. As of 10:30 this morning, there was still a woman passed out on the couch in our little editorial staff break room. There were a lot of good stories being passed around the office this morning. One writer went all over the place, but still managed to find himself back at Westword like at 3am sitting at his desk eating some chicken he bought from a local grocery store. How random is that?! Of course, I too managed to be at Westword at an odd hour last night as well, but that's a part of a whole huge story.
So this other girl manages to drink way too much and needed to go home. Really, it was a blessing in disguise bcause I was at that point where I could either go home with a good buzz, or party the rest of the night. Since I had to interview someone this morning at 9:30, I was glad I had to leave. So this girl gives her purse to me to carry and I'm holding her up and she's falling all over the place. I manage to get her on the bus and spend the whole bus ride trying to keep her from puking. I was successful, though as soon as we hit the street she started puking. It was rough. But eventually I got her back to the apartment and went to grab her keys. That were in her purse. THAT I LEFT ON THE BUS!!!! ARRRGGGHHH!! So quickly I got her laid down in my bed and said I'd take care of it. I hopped on the next bus going north and talked to the bus driver. He contacted dispatch to contact the bus that i thought I was on. They didn't find the purse. By this time I had ridden back about 2 miles away from my apt. and was basically downtown again. When I got off the bus, I called my room and got the girl's home number and talked to her parents. Thankfully the only big things she had in her purse was her cell phone and ID. No credit cards or large amounts of money.
So there I was, downtown again at 11pm and this girl's mom wants me to contact the police. Well that's kinda tough when I'm walking down the street. Oh, and the next bus was coming in 40 minutes, and there weren't any cabs coming down the street. SO I started walking. I got down to the Westword office and saw that a writer was just leaving. So I had her let me in and I was able to contact the police and file a police report online. I also took the time to call Meredith, drink some water, play some internet checkers, and take a picture of myself. Then I decided I should probably leave and start walking again, since I was still about 1.5 miles from home. I got about 3 blocks down when I said "screw it" and called a cab to come pick me up.
When I got back a got this girl moved out of my bed (that was after, of course I had made some smartass comment to Meredith that she was passed out in my bed and I planned on still sleeping in it. I was joking, of course, but it was a stupid thing to say) and I put her in my roommate's bed -- he was on the futon with his girlfriend -- and then finally went to bed. Oh, and before that, I tried breaking into her apt through the windows, but couldn't get past the screen.
This morning came fast and I felt like crap, but before I left for work Meredith and Jess had arrived and that was awesome. I'm trying to get stuff done today so that I can leave early. YAY!