I have made a conscious effort not to drink for the past 2 months--now I remember why. In addition to fitness purposes for the marathon, it's because the next day..... I feel asinine.
However, I did not go out with the intentions of getting hammered. No, no, no. I got ready, prepared myself for some fair peer pressure from Amy (the only person who could have possibly convinced me it'd be a good idea to drink) and met up with the girls after the U of A game last night.
I knew I was in for an experience when their text messages became more random and misspelt. Why is it so hard to properly text when you're under the influence? Anyway--the drunkards were in full, hilarious, force. Standing in Erin's bathroom (who becomes instantly secretive when she's intoxicated..EVERYTHING is told as if it were an undercover mission proposal) I realized that if I opted out of partaking in the debauchery..I would kill myself. I would sooner die than be the sober one with people who are level 9 party mode. And come on, Amy was only in town for the weekend and I won't get into shenanigans with her until homecoming the first weekend of November. Thus..my will power bent and my decision to drink was celebrated with a my famous mini-baby shot (half juice/half alcohol).
It got me thinking what a party girl I used to be. Now Jamie and I joke that we are the golden girls.
This is actually a good picture image of how I feel sitting at my desk in my glasses...
Sh*t.
Anyway, the night was pretty epic in and of itself. I got quite the compliment from the pizza delivery man as I inquired how his night was going he responded, "great now that I got to look at you!"
That's one approach to getting tips--what a sweet delivery man. Later on, as I sat in the cab a little buzzed and contemplating life..it occurred to me that being a cab driver must be the crappiest job ever--mostly impart because of people like me..I'm chatty, overly polite, and kind of nosy. However, E-baby's drunkenboyofthenite took it a step further--he commandeered control over the radio and blared it.
Once we finally got to Loco after a drunken debate about how to get there, we realized that Ebaby left her driver's license at home. At that point she was voted the least favorite person in the cab, however we entertained ourselves successfully and pushed our boundaries with the bouncer by fraternizing with people on the "inside" through the gate...meanwhile, Sopko took a cat nap on the bench next to drunkenboyofthenite.
After a couple shots, we thought it'd be a good idea to reunite with some of our UA comrades at the midget bar Gilligans. Apparently, that is the place for all the alumni to hang out together. I felt compelled to confess my guilt about drinking to everyone...but we were so happy to see our spring break partners in crime
"Diet Sprite. It's party time!"
The quote comes from our cruise through the Mexican riviera. We snuck in vodka successfully via emptied listerine bottles, garnier fructis/tresemme shampoo bottles.
Frankly, it was straight up ghetto and nasty. Shampoo shots. In our defense, we were one of the only duos to get away with alcohol on the ship. Anyway, I was obsessed with diet sprite. To the point, the bartenders nicknamed me "diet sprite"--and everywhere we went we chanted, "diet sprite, it's party time!"
The lowest point of the trip is a tie between 2 awkward events--1, where I fell into a baby stroller in the hallway and didn't mind it, 2, when I straight up attacked the hanging towel monkey in the room left daily by the cleaning crew. Literally, went karate kid on it.
Alright, I really can't put off studying anymore. I've organized my desk..my room...made coffee..and am current procrastinating by making a 'homework' playlist. Epic fail.
Hope you had a great weekend!
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