bad moon a risin'
Friday night I had a shark bowl race at the bar with Beta and then drank about 30 glasses of Sangria at 930 Church. I love evenings that end in a big 10 burrito.
Saturday morning I attended a sexual assault workshop at my sorority with sangria stains all over my shirt. I couldn't even see because I have no glasses and my contacts are stuck to Tom's bed. And why the hell did I sleep in the living room again last night?
My spring break was fucking nuts. Probably one of my favorite vacations ever. There are too many things to be said, but by the last night I was drinking Everclear out of an ice bucket, convinced that it was water. And at one point I had dinner mints stuck to my ass. So you know it had to be a good time. 509 will definitely go down as the drunkest and most ridiculous table to ever hit the high seas.
Yesterday was a complete shit show. Dominick's opened on Monday, so I took my mom there for sangria. Talk about people coming out of the fucking wood work...I saw old hook-ups, new hook-ups, and the girlfriends of potential hook-ups. Haha. Needless to say, I got pretty hammered. I even believed a story that the burnhole on Derek Buwalda's hand was caused by me putting out a cigarette in his skin. That is in fact, NOT true.
My mom and squirm left around sixish and then I laid around on the couch for the next several hours while Tom beat the shit out of me and Evan spooned with Laura on the futon. Fucking nuts.
920 Mary had a rock star party, so I wore my sunglasses at night. "Cause the sun never sets in being a badass." I got in a fight with a dude on the front porch after he called me a fucking cunt cause I wouldn't give him a cigarette. So I punched him in the face. And then he threw his drink in MY face, and that alcohol burned like a motherfucker once it got in my eyes.
We came home to find Liz's weekend hook-up sitting in our living room, attempting to return her cell phone. At some point I found said kid wandering around my room trying to steal diet pepsi. Things escalated quickly and it ended with the kid kicking in the window on our front door and saying terrible degrading things to Liz. Apparently he straight up told me he was going to slit my throat. Liz kicked him in the face, and then we called the police. Most violent night in the history of my college career.
Saturday morning I attended a sexual assault workshop at my sorority with sangria stains all over my shirt. I couldn't even see because I have no glasses and my contacts are stuck to Tom's bed. And why the hell did I sleep in the living room again last night?
My spring break was fucking nuts. Probably one of my favorite vacations ever. There are too many things to be said, but by the last night I was drinking Everclear out of an ice bucket, convinced that it was water. And at one point I had dinner mints stuck to my ass. So you know it had to be a good time. 509 will definitely go down as the drunkest and most ridiculous table to ever hit the high seas.
Yesterday was a complete shit show. Dominick's opened on Monday, so I took my mom there for sangria. Talk about people coming out of the fucking wood work...I saw old hook-ups, new hook-ups, and the girlfriends of potential hook-ups. Haha. Needless to say, I got pretty hammered. I even believed a story that the burnhole on Derek Buwalda's hand was caused by me putting out a cigarette in his skin. That is in fact, NOT true.
My mom and squirm left around sixish and then I laid around on the couch for the next several hours while Tom beat the shit out of me and Evan spooned with Laura on the futon. Fucking nuts.
920 Mary had a rock star party, so I wore my sunglasses at night. "Cause the sun never sets in being a badass." I got in a fight with a dude on the front porch after he called me a fucking cunt cause I wouldn't give him a cigarette. So I punched him in the face. And then he threw his drink in MY face, and that alcohol burned like a motherfucker once it got in my eyes.
We came home to find Liz's weekend hook-up sitting in our living room, attempting to return her cell phone. At some point I found said kid wandering around my room trying to steal diet pepsi. Things escalated quickly and it ended with the kid kicking in the window on our front door and saying terrible degrading things to Liz. Apparently he straight up told me he was going to slit my throat. Liz kicked him in the face, and then we called the police. Most violent night in the history of my college career.