In the morning we assessed the damage. I still felt sick, from the night before. My boyfriend went to get his cell phone to call his friend, but he couldn't find it. So I called his phone with mine, and sure enough it was ringing from the garbage! The phone was found wrapped up in paper towels filled with my puke.
I guess that when I puked on the nightstand his phone was on there, and me being still drunk picked up the phone in the paper towels when I tried to clean up the mess. He was pissed, and I'm afraid to say that phone smelled for quite a long time.
I have a bunch more other stupid drunken stories, but this is good for now. :)