One Thursday night, late in the spring semester of my sophomore year of college, 6 or 7 of my friends and I got it into our heads that it would be fun to drink in the dorms. The house we normally frequented was off limits, because 3/4 of the guys living there had a biochem exam the next day. So, being sophomores, we thought we could drink much more than we could. Between the 7 or 8 of us, we figured we could drink 2 cases (60 beers).
After a while, a couple kids decided to go drink at a real party, so we just had about 6 of us left with 40 or so beers. My roommate isn't a heavy drinker, and a couple other guys decided that they didn't want to drink themselves into oblivion, so I took it upon myself to drink as much as possible. I'm no heavyweight, though, so sadly, I only managed to get down 8 or so beers.
We return to our own room around 2 o'clock in the morning, and go to bed.
Early in the next morning, I wake up, and look over at my roommate's bed. It didn't look to be in the same spot, and because I was tired, I just kind of put my head down. Seconds later, I look up again, and see that he isn't even in that bed. I looked around some more, and realized that the posters were also in completely different spots.
Now in my dorm, we have suites, which are just 2 rooms connected by a bathroom. A lot of guys just sign up to live next to people they liked, but my roommate and I got the short end of the stick, and ended up living next to random kids, whom we don't particularly like. We never talk to our suitemates, and I only know one of their names.
Right as I saw that the posters were in the wrong spot, I figured out that I had somehow gotten turned around during the night. As I continued waking up, I saw that there wasn't anybody in the room, but a desk lamp was on. I also saw a clock, and learn that its 7:30ish in the morning.
Stealthily, I got up, and snuck back into my own room, just in case I had somehow missed seeing a suitemate. Once back into my own room, I climbed into my own bed, and slept until lunch.
That entire day, all I could do is hope that I hadn't been caught, and that my suitemates had left early for the weekend. Sadly, around dinner time, I started to clean up my room, and noticed that the shirt I wore was missing. After an exhaustive search, I decided that it somehow got lost in the suitemates room.
My fears were confirmed when I found the shirt neatly hanging on our towel hook. The suitemates must have known the entire time that it was me climbing into their bed, and gave my shirt back when they found it.
We've seen each other around occasionally, but neither me nor the suitemates have felt the need to discuss my drunken appropriation of their room.