Matt wakes up with a jolt, fully dressed on the floor. He drags himself to his feet, like pulling out of quicksand, and sloshes into the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker. Ten minutes later, in a robe and tousled hair, he sits and tries to piece together the night.
There was the Viv standing on the table, trying to take her top off and Gen slapping at her hands. Troy doing a kegstand. Alfred and Alan, hotboxing the veranda. Oh. Oh wait.
He gets out a pad of paper, and writes at the top:
Things I Did Wrong