You decide to go with your "new friend from the party" contact and hope everything turns out ok. The ring-back tone is Ke$ha, oh terrific.
"HEY!" An obnoxious man answers the phone and holds this particular hey for such an amount of time you believe his lungs either must be infinite or just really, really big. After a few hours of this introduction he bursts into a raucous laughter. "What's going on brogonaut?"
You're mortified. How could you have been friends with a person like this, and brogonaut? What the hell does that even mean?
"Uh . . . hi. Nothing. I don't know where I am, or what happened last night. I was hoping you could clear up my night considering I apparently met you last night."
"Oh hell yeah I can duder! Just tell me where you are and I'll pick you up we can get some coffee and clear up that big ol' hangover huh?" He follows this with some more horrendously loud laughter.
"I don't know where I am, I think I already said that." Who remembers what they say? No one.