13 days!

Alright so I'm the last one to post and yes Skylar it was because I couldn't figure out how to do anything on here, hence the e-mail Brandy had to send us on Facebook to explain.

So I leave in 13 days!! Ahhhh! So excited!

With that being said I just have to talk about my last night in Chico, since it is the town all three of us are leaving.
Since it was my last night in town I decided to go out with my friends Jeff, Chase, and Haley. We started out at Buck Night at Rileys. All drinks are $1 so needless to say we were able to get drunk fairly quickly and decided to head over to 90's night at La Salles and this is where our night became interesting. Chase had reached a point of no return by the time we had reached La Salles so while we danced our asses off to Backstreet Boys and TLC, Chase danced and tried to get on every girl in sight. After watching him make a fool of himself at the bar we decided it was time he went home.
The 3 of us wanted to stay out though so we flagged down a cab forced Chase into it (which was no easy task) gave the cab directions and 15 bucks to drop Chase off. We then continued to the next bar. The next couple bars consisted of shots, beers, and more shots, or at least that's what Jeff and Hayley had, I decided to chug water instead, until we were kicked out since it was 2am and the bars were officially closed.
The three of us decided to walk through campus on our way home which resulted in Jeff and I racing and losing Hayley and his flip flops. While I tried to find Hayley I told Jeff to find his shoes but instead Hayley found him, his shoes and then me. Jeff then began to yell at me telling me I had left him which was pretty hilarious.
Instead of dropping Hayley off at her apartment which we walked right past on our way home we decided we should have a slumber party at Jeff's but when we got to his apartment Jeff realized he didn't have his keys. I began pounding on the door hoping Chase would wake up and open it but after ten min, Jeff remembered he had a key in his wallet (good job Jeff).
Once we got in we ran to Chase's room to wake him up only to find out he wasn't there! (Remember we had sent him home in a cab earlier that night)
The next couple hours consisted of all three of us calling everyone we knew to find him as well as his phone over and over. (I called around 80 times no joke) After calling the Oroville Jail and hearing that he wasn't there we decided to give up and if he hadn't shown up by 8 the next morning I was going to call the police.
At 7 I am woken up to a still drunk Chase, with one flip flop on, a t-shirt torn to shreds and a very large scratch on his stomach. Chase had woken up naked on the floor of an empty apartment and only realized he was in the wrong place when he peed in the toilet and there was cleaner in it (the no furniture thing wasn't a tip off?) When he walked outside he realized it wasn't even the right complex!!! He had no idea how he had gotten there but it sure made the morning after an interesting one for all of us!

With an goodbye like that I cannot wait to see what is going to happen in Costa Rica!
P.S. Sky I'll post in green :)