Well, this past weekend was Homecoming weekend at my university. On Friday, I went to the pre-bash. I drank hard, both before, during and after the party, and got really drunk. I even went up the wrong stairs to the dorm (to take a piss - the outside toilet booth things had long lines, and I couldn't wait). The party was in the retrieving dock under the cafeteria, and the dorm is up the stairs to a upper level. Well, there's another set of stairs right next to that, that leads to a platform about 5 feet high. I'm not sure what the purpose of that platform is... And there's no railings. I basically went up that stairs by mistake, and when I got on top of the platform, I got confuzed and didn't know what's up with the wall that's blocking my way. I turned around, saw the drop-off, but for some reason didn't register it, and walked right over it and fell. Got scrapes on my right hand and a nasty bruise on my leg, and a hurt knee to prove it. Anyway, I remember everything until after the pre-bash. I remember I went to a house party, and then... nothing, until I went back to the dorms, still quite drunk, and dropped to bed. What's strange is that yesterday, while sitting in the cafeteria drinking water hoping that'd help my nasty hangover, a guy comes up to me and started chatting like we're best buddies. I had absolutely no idea who he is. Turns out I met him at the house party, and we chilled like villains and discussed philosophy and other deep ****. He thought I was cool ****. Have this ever happened to you? I thought this was bizarre, and I felt a bit cheated - like the conversation was wasted, because I don't remember it. He doesn't think I'm that cool anymore.