21 in the 21st Century

This and the end of last year is the time the majority of my close friends are turning 21. My friend Ben van Dreel was one of these. The night of November 17th, I planned to go to bed at 9:30, so I could get up refreshed for the second of 2 tests in Astronomy before the final (these were the only tests we had in that class). However, there was a best-of Ghost Hunters marathon on that night, or something to that effect (I could have been watching the Deadliest Warrior, too), and so I wasn't in bed until midnight. This I figured was okay, because I could still get 7 hours of sleep before my test at 8 AM.
However, those things never work out as planned, do they?
3:20 AM, I get a call on my phone (which was on, because I had my alarm set for 7) from Bryce. It was Ben, drunk,* and screaming,
"THIS IS BRYCE! IT'S BEN'S BIRTHDAY! COME OVER!"
Figuring saying no to "Bryce" in this instance was not an option, I rolled out of bed, went into the hallway to spare my sleeping roommate, and made plans to have Jimmer drive with Ben over here to get me.
Ben sat in the back on the way to Fire Department, screaming, and laughing at things neither the sober Jimmer nor myself could make out.
We got to Fire Department and had a mini party, with my friend Miranda loudly having girl talk with me. Around 4 AM everyone else left. Ben put in a movie, and his two roommates and I watched part of it, while Ben went to bed.
I passed out on Bryce's floor around 5 AM, and went to breakfast in the Dining Hall at 7.
I did not do well on that test.
No More Rock N Roll.

*This became a favorite game of Ben's. I got several texts and calls while asleep or out of town for holidays and family events- all around 2 AM on Bryce's phone. The most common being a text around 1:30 saying, "I sleep naked."