Last Night

Last night I went out with that thing the RA had organized. I showed up at the reception place to meet up with people, and didn't see those people I had kind-of met before. But I started talking to this one person, her name was Brooke, and ended up going to the pub with her and these two other girls, Meagan and Jennifer (I'm 99% sure I got those names right). All three were very nice and I spent the whole night not remembering what their names were because I am really bad with names. So we drank beer and whatnot and had a good time. Then we went with this other RA to this club/bar/pub(?) across the street at what point the other two girls dropped out and so I hung out there. There were two levels to the club, the first floor playing like, club hits and shit, the upper one playing like 60s garage rock. So I went up to the second level and they were playing good music, such as Dirty Water by the Standells. So I talked to the DJ for a little while, I don't think he particularly wanted to talk to me though, I think he wanted to do his job.
This was just a strange story that I feel merited retelling: At one point I was standing at the second floor thing like sorta bobbing my head and like holding a beer or whatever and singing along to a song and this older woman (mid-to-late 50s) was pretending to film the room on her iPhone, but was clearly filming me. So I like, spotted her doing this, and she just like walked up to me and started filming me up close. So I didn't know what to do so I sort-of just like looked at back her puzzled, and she told me she wanted her husband to get glasses like mine so she was filming mine to get an image of a pair or something. It was really fucking weird.
So after a while I was just getting tired as fuck, but did not have the slightest idea how to get back to the campus so I had to wait for everyone else, and the RA wasn't jet lagged or anything so he wanted to stay out and everyone wanted to stay with him. But so after a while we all walked back, we all meaning Brooke, the RA, two other girls, and myself. We ended up at some girls room and I was wondering why the fuck I went because I was extremely tired, and you know, had no real interest in going over to this girls room. So I had to excuse myself and leave, which was pretty awkward to do, but it had to be done. Whatever. It was a great night though.
Also, I have had two cheeseburgers so far and have had no problems with them at all. I actually really enjoyed the cheeseburger I had at the pub. Except it was awkward because my eating habits are all fucked up because of the time difference, so I ate like about half of the burger, and one of the bartenders came along to clean up the table and asked if I was done with the burger and asked me if I thought it was no good. But it actually was. Also, I bought a round of shots at one point and spilled my own. It really sucked.
But so now I got that one Brooke girls number and we were supposed to meet up for brunch. The problem is, I've been up for like about an hour and a half, and have no idea what the protocol is for calling people for breakfast in a different time zone before they have adjusted. For instance, maybe she planned on sleeping for like a few more hours or something because of jet lag. Oh well. Something must be done.