I'd made plans to see a friend, and we tentatively decided to go to the zoo after he go off work. Well, it was cold, and it was rainy, and by the time we met up, we would have only had about an hour and a half for the zoo.
We decided to skip the zoo, get Chipotle, and hit up the going-out-of-business sale at the downtown Borders.
I got a present for my mom, and a cheap "learn Spanish!" cd-rom set so that I can maybe learn to talk to my in-laws well.
As we left Borders, I still didn't want to go home yet. It was only about 5 pm. We were downtown, so we headed to our campus.
The idea in that was, "Julie wants a mixed drink. Let's go to the crappy eatery/bar on campus! Let's call our other friend!" We called her, but she was previously engaged, so she couldn't come. Which was fine, because by the time we made it to the bar, we learned that it is closed on Sundays.
Booo! Well, now what? We could have hit up the Cheerful Tortoise, but it has a covercharge on sport's game nights (though it wasn't one). Or, we could hit up the super sketchy Candlelight bar on the edge of campus.
We decided for the sketch, and it turned out to be a good choice. My friend enjoyed his rum and cokes, and I had a regular daquiri.
We played pool -a lot of pool, and since I haven't played since my freshman year of college, I have no practice. I sucked at it.
But he had another rum and coke, I got a strawberry daquiri, the bar was empty except for us and the bartender, we played some more, I got tipsy, I got better. It was really enjoyable.
Then a group came in, and damn if it wasn't some girl's 21ster. Also, I was tipsy enough to be enjoying myself, but I was still a bit sober. So, I got the brilliant idea of ordering a shot of peach something or other.
Bad move. I can't handle hard alcohol. I once got trashed on it, and now I can't drink it anymore without wanting to puke. I want to throw up just thinking about it now. My shot tasted like peach gasoline, so I made my friend drink it. We paid and left the bar.
At this point, I was pretty buzzed. Maybe even approaching drunk. But all that sugar in my sugary daquiris cracked me out, and I was hyper hyper hyper hyper. I jumped up and down like a 6 year old. I spoke really quickly.
I also convinced my friend that we should go to the Cheerful Tortoise and have just one beer. "Just one beer" turned into three, and my third one ended up spilled all over the bar, and my leg. I didn't care - I was drunk :)
I was seriously blacking out, so I don't remember much of that night. Let's make a list of stuff I really can recall:
1.) I got lost on the way TO the bathroom, and on the way back.
2.) I spilled beer everywhere
3.) I decided that the $3 tip my friend was leaving wasn't enough, so I majestically threw down another $1
4.) Some douche at the bar laughed at me. I accused him of it. The bartender laughed at me.
5.) I told some secrets about my friend to my friend. I also scolded him for it.
6.) I forced him to look at all the pictures on my phone -mostly ones of my cats
7.) I talked a LOT about sexting
8.) I texted my roommate with "I am such an irresponsible adult. I'm drunk! :)" and she answered, "How do you get drunk at the zoo?!"
9.) I replied, "It was too yet so we in tobar dnoz drunk." then my friend texted her, and I said, "He is texting you, slowly but surely." Then I texted her, "Why are you calling him?! I'm fine!"
10.) My roommate had to come and get me, in her pajamas and car.
11.) I ate a lot of orange peels
The rest is stuff I was told by my roommate:
1.) I hugged her at least 3 times, and my friend the same
2.) I threw myself onto the rainy ground and accused people of judging me
3.) I said I was going to talk to some dude passing by, and then all I managed was "hi"
4.) I called myself a racist in front of a black guy (I thought he was a shiny silver blur), but then I continued "but I love everyone."
5.) I couldn't get into the car, and almost fell into oncoming traffic
6.) I ran for the passenger door like it was a race.
7.) I noticed how bad my roommate was parking when we got home
8.) I peed and changed into my pajamas at the same time
9.) I sat down and did my essay for my film class*
10.) I wrote the 600 words in 20 minutes. It did not make much sense, but my roommate let me post it
11.) I went into great detail explaining how it wouldn't matter if i did bad on it because all my other ones were great.
12.) My roommate brought me a glass of water. I shoved my hand into it.
13.) I laughed and spit water all over my lap
14.) I remembered the day that Skip Beat 167 comes out.
15.) I laid on the cat and made him mad
16.) I kept talking about how you never talk about being sober unless you're drunk
17.) I kept accusing people of judging me.
18.) I went around "liking" everything on facebook
Also that night, I broke my phone. So I had to get a new one the next day. I'll talk more about last weekend in another post since this one is long, but a couple things before pictures:
*=I got 10/10 on that drunk paper, even though my roommate told me I wouldn't.
I got 83% on my second calculus midterm
Me and my strawberry daquiri
the receipt from the second bar...I can't remember what I wrote, but I paid for my friend's drinks, too
Creepy art
my other friend and I did this at walmart
from facebook that night
Lol more status things. See what I mean about liking?
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