My drunk story also involves costumes. My good friend, Tara, decides that we should go to the bar for my birthday...dressed up as characters from Batman. I don't have anything better to do, so I'm like what the heck, let's go.

I channeled my inner Bruce Wayne and arrived at the bar. I was supposed to meet her there, so I didn't exactly know what costume she'd be wearing. She's blonde with light green eyes. I'm thinking in my head, should I yell, "WHERE'S RACHEL?"

Turns out she's Poison Ivy, with red hair, dark green eyes, green lips, and a green costume. We get a few drinks and some friends of ours join us. One guy decided it would be a good idea if he sponsored some shots, since he just got a raise, and what better way to spend money than on alcohol. So he ended up buying seven rounds of shots for the whole table. Tequila, vodka, rum, all sorts of stuff. At the end of the night, he was walking into tables and almost passed out. Pretty sure someone carried him home.

I can handle my alcohol surprisingly well, despite not being a frequent drinker. Tara on the other hand, is kind of a lightweight, so I walk her to my apartment while she holds on to me for support. The original plan was to watch Netflix and play video games when we got back, but we drank a little too much for that. Tara wants to sleep so I suggest she sleep in my bed and I can take the couch. She says she'll take the couch, and I didn't feel like arguing so I went along with it. We say goodnight and I go to sleep in my wonderfully comfortable bed while she slept on the couch.

Next morning, I wake up in the embrace of this lovely redhead - oh shit that's Tara why is she in my bed sleeping with her head on my chest - regain your composure, Batman. She's also wearing my mask.

She gets up, I make pancakes. She says last night was really fun and I nod.

TLDR: Batman goes to the bar, sleeps with a supervillain, and makes pancakes.

P.S. I'm also from Canada. Used to live in Toronto.