Went out boozing big time on Sunset Strip, my friends said I was barely standing by 11 pm so they told me to get a taxi home. (taxi was directly outside the club).
Woke up the next morning in a strange bed with shit loads of dolls and stuffed animals on a shelf…um….okay.
Managed to put my pants back on when a woman around a decade older than me came into the room carrying a fried egg sandwich.
She smiled at me and said “You need to eat this then leave. Quietly”,
Then about-faced and left the room.
I quickly scoff the sandwich in a vague attempt the quiet the monstrous hangover that was starting to build as the last of the booze wore off. I went into the hallway and she was standing at the front door holding my jacket smiling slightly. I try to ask her what happened last night but she simply shook her head and motioned to the door.
As I get outside I realize this is a really really posh estate in Beverly Hills!
I don’t have a damn clue what happened but it left me really weirded out for a long time.
To this day I don’t remember how I landed there or if I even had sex with that woman.
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