Whoa.
Cliff's notes:
Met two chicks last night at SBA party. Supposed to be a private party, not sure how they got in. They wanna take me home and they're hot. We leave midtown and go to rave in 3rd ward warehouse at 3:00 AM, not their house. Go through a maintenance closet to get to back rooms of warehouse. Crazy drugs, secs, and everyone in there is either eastern European or wasted out of their mind on coke and x. I gotta gtfo. Cant find door. Stumble into more rooms of craziness. Finally find the door. Im in the 3rd ward, by UH at 4:00 AM. Walk to midtown. Drive home at 5:30 (stupid idea).
Don't go home with people you dont know.