In Which Something Amusing Happens to Me While I Am Only Partially Clothed

The power on Murray Hill, of late, has been not-so-reliable. One night, the electricity went out for four hours and the apartment was understandable sweltering. On nights like this I usually escape to R's tiny but air conditioned fraternity cubicle, but R was out of town on Very Important Fraternity Business. So I called his best friend and got let in.

Business as usual: I spoke to the boys, brushed my teeth and washed my face, got back to R's room and stripped down to Normal Sleepwear (bra and underwear) and promptly fell asleep. I got up the next morning, ran home to shower, went to work, and thought nothing of the episode until I got home that night to an instant message from R's friend across the hall.

Drew: Hey, were you in the house last night?
Me: Yeah.
Drew: Okay good, I wasn't hallucinating.
Me: ...?
Drew: I walked into R's room last night and saw you there and wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or not--I was really tired.
Me: Yeah, I was definitely there.
Me: Wait.
Me: I WASN'T WEARING PANTS, Drew.
Drew: I think Steve might have been in at some point, too.
Me: ....all right then. That's three brothers who have seen me partially clothed.
Drew: Three?
Me: Yeah, Zach walked in one morning while I was watching T.V. without a shirt on.
Drew: oh?
Me: He walked out, and came back five minutes later with a tray of electronics components for me to play with because I "looked bored."
Drew: HA.

A few days after this, I was walking with R into the house past a group of brothers. (who happened to include all three of the aforementioned men) Steve motioned for me to come over and whispered you were wearing sweatpants. And then I remembered.

At some point in the night, probably after Drew had been in and out, I'd woken up and for some reason grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on. I have no idea why. But I did. So the situation was only about a third as weird as it seemed.