There's a very drunk woman passed out in my living room, next to a three gallon pot that's partially filled with vomit.
The interesting part about that is that she was there when I got home, and my roommate still isn't home.
She's a friend of ours that was apparently drinking at the bar across the road, and decided she'd had enough. I still haven't got the whole story, but somewhere around the part where she was figuring out how to get home, she decided to pop into our place to see if we were home, and since she was here and feeling fairly ill, she thought she'd sit down for a minute.
Fast forward two hours later, and I arrive having just returned from a business dinner.
Much head scratching ensued.
The kicker is, she's supposed to be at a wedding at 10AM, and I hadn't exactly planned on being awake in the morning, so I'm still trying to decide how and when to roost her.