So last night I ended up at a bar/club in Dallas with a friend of mine from high school (we'll call her Jane Doe), a friend from UT and a few other people.
Everyone else drank a decent amount, but I was being careful b/c I had to drive the 1 mile from the bar to apartment (long story as to why we didn't cab it). So Jane is insanely drunk - i.e., is having a little bit of a problem walking straight b/c of heels and being drunk and so has to grab onto me to walk to my car. I drive us through What-A-Burger and we decide she's gonna crash at my place. I have a guest room at my apartment, etc.
So we get back to my place around 1:30 and eat and she's a disaster - spills 1/2 the eggs from her taquito on the living room floor, etc. So we finish our 2nd dinner and I tell her I'm going to bed and tell her she should go to my 2nd bedroom. She is stretched out on the couch and says she doesn't want to walk all the way to my other room (20 steps away). So i think its stupid of her, but i leave her on the couch and go into my room.
So I wake up at 7:30 am and go into the living room and she's not there. I check my 2nd bedroom, she's not there. I check the bathrooms, the closests, etc. she's not in my apartment. I grab my phone (which i had incidentally left in the living room instead of taking it into my bedroom to charge it) and i see i have 6 missed calls from her and 2 voicemails from her, all between 2:20 and 2:30.
I check the messages and they both say "I can't get back into your apartment. Call me back". Now I don't understand why she left my apartment, but i try calling her - no answer. I run downstairs to my parking garaage and her car is gone. So I am pretty worried at this point.
She just moved to a new apartment and I don't have her address, but i know roughly where it is (she told me she could walk to the Dallas Galleria from her apartment). So at 7:30 AM, I called a few of our other friends from high school and asked if anyone knew her new address - no one had it. Checked facebook, etc. and it wasn't on any of them. So I get in my car and drive to that part of town and literally start driving through apartment complexes looking for her car (it's a pretty unqiue car, so I'd know if I found it) to see if she made it home.
I go through 6-7 complexes over the next hour and I don't see anything. In the meantime, I was calling her once every 5 minutes to see if she would pick up, but she never picked it up. So at 8:45 or so I come home and decide there isn't a lot I can do. She is supposed to go to work at noon, so I know that if I haven't heard from her by then, something is definitely wrong at that point.
Continued to call her every 10-15 minutes. Got a call from here at 11:10 after she had 47 missed calls from me. She tells me that this what happened:
She decided to go to get something from her car for some reason after I left her in the living room (even though my guest room was too far and the car was about 50x further). She then couldn't get back up into the building for some reason. So she runs into some random people who live on the floor above me. They tell her she's not ok to drive and she should come up to their apartment. So she goes into these random people's apartment, hangs out with them for an hour or so, falls asleep on their couch and wakes up around 5:30 and drives herself home. She goes home, falls asleep and doesn't hear her phone. Wakes up at 11:10 and calls me right away.
My initial feelings are mix of relief that she's ok and being REALLY REALLY pissed of b/c i spent 4 hours this morning freaking out, worrying, driving around Dallas, not knowing what hat happened to her. Obviously on top of that, I thought she had driven drunk and I think if those wonderful people hadn't stopped her, she might have tried. The number of bad decisions she made last night is just shocking to me. One after the other.
HF thoughts?
Everyone else drank a decent amount, but I was being careful b/c I had to drive the 1 mile from the bar to apartment (long story as to why we didn't cab it). So Jane is insanely drunk - i.e., is having a little bit of a problem walking straight b/c of heels and being drunk and so has to grab onto me to walk to my car. I drive us through What-A-Burger and we decide she's gonna crash at my place. I have a guest room at my apartment, etc.
So we get back to my place around 1:30 and eat and she's a disaster - spills 1/2 the eggs from her taquito on the living room floor, etc. So we finish our 2nd dinner and I tell her I'm going to bed and tell her she should go to my 2nd bedroom. She is stretched out on the couch and says she doesn't want to walk all the way to my other room (20 steps away). So i think its stupid of her, but i leave her on the couch and go into my room.
So I wake up at 7:30 am and go into the living room and she's not there. I check my 2nd bedroom, she's not there. I check the bathrooms, the closests, etc. she's not in my apartment. I grab my phone (which i had incidentally left in the living room instead of taking it into my bedroom to charge it) and i see i have 6 missed calls from her and 2 voicemails from her, all between 2:20 and 2:30.
I check the messages and they both say "I can't get back into your apartment. Call me back". Now I don't understand why she left my apartment, but i try calling her - no answer. I run downstairs to my parking garaage and her car is gone. So I am pretty worried at this point.
She just moved to a new apartment and I don't have her address, but i know roughly where it is (she told me she could walk to the Dallas Galleria from her apartment). So at 7:30 AM, I called a few of our other friends from high school and asked if anyone knew her new address - no one had it. Checked facebook, etc. and it wasn't on any of them. So I get in my car and drive to that part of town and literally start driving through apartment complexes looking for her car (it's a pretty unqiue car, so I'd know if I found it) to see if she made it home.
I go through 6-7 complexes over the next hour and I don't see anything. In the meantime, I was calling her once every 5 minutes to see if she would pick up, but she never picked it up. So at 8:45 or so I come home and decide there isn't a lot I can do. She is supposed to go to work at noon, so I know that if I haven't heard from her by then, something is definitely wrong at that point.
Continued to call her every 10-15 minutes. Got a call from here at 11:10 after she had 47 missed calls from me. She tells me that this what happened:
She decided to go to get something from her car for some reason after I left her in the living room (even though my guest room was too far and the car was about 50x further). She then couldn't get back up into the building for some reason. So she runs into some random people who live on the floor above me. They tell her she's not ok to drive and she should come up to their apartment. So she goes into these random people's apartment, hangs out with them for an hour or so, falls asleep on their couch and wakes up around 5:30 and drives herself home. She goes home, falls asleep and doesn't hear her phone. Wakes up at 11:10 and calls me right away.
My initial feelings are mix of relief that she's ok and being REALLY REALLY pissed of b/c i spent 4 hours this morning freaking out, worrying, driving around Dallas, not knowing what hat happened to her. Obviously on top of that, I thought she had driven drunk and I think if those wonderful people hadn't stopped her, she might have tried. The number of bad decisions she made last night is just shocking to me. One after the other.
HF thoughts?
