THE WORSE FLAT-MATES EVER!

This is my first flat-mate experience. Untill now I lived with my parents, with my ex husband to be, and soizinha (portuguese for alone). We were friends before I moved in, and now we're even better friends. Yesterday we went out to the local bar to have a drink and ended up in the house completely drunk and drinking some more. At obout 5 am we sarted calling people. Do you know the feeling, when you wake up in the morning and smile (because it's gonna be a new lovely day) and IMMEDIATELY your smile changes into a OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE expression? Well... that was exactly the case this morning for both Lars and me. I can not believe we actually called different people, some in Israel, some in Germany, while we're laughing and singing and most of all, making sense just to ourselves.... What an embarrassment! At least I remembered some of the calls. Lars's case was worse. You should have seen the petrified look on his face when he asked me this morning, "Did we call some one last night?" HAHAHAHAHA Someone? A lot of someones baby! I found myself saying things like: "Hey Mark... would you like to come over and warm up my ass?" What the fuck was I thinking??? And worse! Who the fuck is Mark?! Don't even want to know.... But still, happily the the damage wasn't so bad (I hope, maybe I'm forgetting something...) and like my flat-mate Lars says: "Could be worse". The only thing we had to say to eachother after this "I'm never drinking again" night was: WE ARE THE WORSE FLAT-MATES EVER!!!!