Suppressed Trauma

I went to a party, the same house as always. We drank and I was having a blast. He handed me a shot, and next thing I knew the lights were dimming on and off. I looked in the freezer, I don't remember why. I crawled on the floor laughing with two friends, both started hitting on me and I wanted to get away. I crawled across the house to the bathroom and puked. I called my boyfriend who was out of town and cried, telling him I puked from drinking for the first time. He consoled me and told me I was okay, to drink some water in a little bit and everything would be fine. The call ended, I don't remember when. Next thing I knew everyone was calling my name and looking for me, they found me in the bathroom. They asked me if I was okay and I said yes. I was on the couch watching the ball drop. Everyone was counting down but I didn't remember how I got there. Two of them told me to go to bed and they took me upstairs. What happened next? 

I woke up the next day in a bed I didn't recognize, unable to remember most of the night. I got dressed and followed the hallway to the stairs and went downstairs. Who was there? The same guy who always was? I asked him where the host was, they said that she went to work. I gathered my things and left and went home. Too foggy to recall. Could be nothing but my body is telling me otherwise.