So I wake up this morning...In my bed...just boxers...and my head is feeling several sizes too big. I wander around for a little bit, and decide to go to the bank. Or not. There is only my del sol in the driveway, no rental car whatsoever. I am holding keys to an Acura TSX, I have tried calling several people to find out what the fuck happened last night. I don't remember shit, I have no idea how I got home, or how I got into my bed. I checked my recent calls, and the only people I get ahold of are chicks that I like to call when I get hammered, so no help there. No clue where the Corolla is, no clue where this TSX is that I apparently have/had in my possesion. I'm almost positive I didn't drive either one last night. Fuck bars, I need to get hammered at a house instead of going from bar to bar.