You may be surprised to hear, this is not a St. Patrick’s day post. In fact, I didn’t even go out for that holiday. Why? Because I was still recovering from a different holiday celebrated at my school, lovingly dubbed “Green Beer Day.”
Now, I didn’t get to celebrate last year since I had to fly home early, but this year I made sure to be here for it.
The day started for most the campus at 5:30am with kegs and eggs. I started at 8am. Went over to PIKE, drank some green beer, which let me add, is very difficult to choke down that early in the morning. I drank for a while, then got breakfast, slept, went to class for waaayyy too long, then back to the drinking.
I sat on an old fire truck and drank chapagne out of the bottle, then a few beers. I got pretty hammered. Hung out for a while, then made my way to “The Circle” which is just the name of a house where some of my guy friends from last year live. There, I met up with my best guy friend Ben. I got drunker. Not on purpose! I swear, it’s that thing where you just keep drinking casually, talking, drinking, and don’t realize till too late that you’re giggling for no reason and you are being held up by your friend who is just ask drunk as you are.
It was then that I realized I was a 15 minute walk from my dorm, it was midnight out, and if I didn’t leave right then, I would probably have been stuck in their bathroom all night over the toilet.
So I bolted.
Had to walk my drunk ass home alone. Bad idea, I know. Thank goodness I have a safe campus.
But to make myself feel better about walking home alone in the dark…..I called my mom. Yes, I drunk dialed my mom. She talked to me the whole way home.
I’m 20 years old, and I still talk to my mommy when I’m scared. haha
But halfway home, my phone died….And I got a very angry voicemail from my mom heh
But I got back safe, called my mom back, got my trashcan, and got in bed.
Puked green for a few hours. Slept. Woke up hungover as hell.
I skipped my first class, showed up to my second one long enough to hand in a paper, then went back to bed.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t just sleep all day. I had to fly home that night. And I know from past experiences that flying home hung over is the worst…and now I’ve done it twice. You’d think I’d learn, but no.
I felt better when I found out that my friend Ben got just as sick as I did. Hah!
The bad part though? I hadn’t sene my parents in 2 months, and the first thing my dad does when I get home?
He offers me a beer.
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should have taken the beer. hair of the dog that bit ya!
and bloody marys help with a hangover. i usually drink one when flying. a little drink helps relax me for the flight
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