Too drunk is the reason for most of the following, all which is basically a nice story. But MY LOVE OF ADVENTURE is what kept us going.
After downing a few beers and an entire bottle of some strong shot mix together (and submitting lude 'hilarious texts to those tv text chat dating sites), me and a friend of mine went on a drive at midnight, that took us to parts of England I'd never seen before. All in the search for delicious cakey noms. We went to a service station, bought keylime pie, chocolate pie, an assortment of other uneeded goodies, more booze and a vibrator.

FYI those vibes are shit.
Then we continued and ended up in a little country village that looked like it came out of Midsomer Murders and I had a pleasant conversation with a badger. We moved on then and went through a forest, playing I spy games and thank god Slenderman wasn't a known thing back then.
We stopped by a field at 5am and helped a few guys who were setting up stages ect for a farmers festival that was happening that afternoon. We got back to London/Campus by 7am and found a fierce smell of burning plastic plagued the courtyard where we lived. It turns out that b mere minutes we had missed a massive evacuation of the buildings, due to someone burning the fuck out of their flat. As we arrived everyone was allowed back in, so we missed the cold and went straight to bed.