went to a Walsh SYR

as friends. I supposedly was chosen over LaPhonso Ellis, though it's hard to guess as to how realistic the second choice was.

Anyway, details of the date are omitted for this forum, but when the rectress began clamoring for intrusive room inspections. By the time I got to my drunken senses, it was well after 2 a.m. I felt around the floor in the dark to put pants back on.

When lookouts in the hall signaled the coast was clear. I ran for my life across the hall and down the short flight of steps to the nearest exit. Pants, which I realized were not mine, proceeded to fall off me as I hoofed it back to Keenan.