It was Thursday yesterday. You remember quite all about it. Some parts are missing of course, but you were drunk.

You are on the couch, it seems like you're the only one who passed out on the couch because no one was there other than you and Ian. You grabbed ibuprofen from the cabinet and took some for your hangover.

Your friend then was behind you, and said, "How was the party?" He asked, in his, of course, stern tone. He always was stern, never the one usually throwing parties but this time he did. A lot of drinks you loved.