Eventful weekend and I got a new nickname
UGA vs. Auburn weekend.
*Conversation between me and Beecher on Thursday night.*
Will: "Dude, Can someone else drive Friday night, since I drove all last time we we're down?"
Beech: " Yeah man, you're getting shitcanned since you drove last time."
Will: "I wanna get drunk, not shitcanned."
Beech: "You're getting shitcanned."
Drove down to Auburn Friday afternoon with Beecher and Crazy. Ian and Bobby came later and Josh came with the Mrs. So we're all chillin and drinkin and what not at Nader's apartment pregaming for the night that is coming. UGA kids are there, Ga Tech kids are there, 90% of them are Starr's Mill kids who went to highschool with my buds. Theres like 15 some odd people at Nader's. So once again we're drinking and carrying on. We decide to go over to Kate's house and join the shindig that's already going on over there. Now at this moment I have roughly 9-10 beers in me. We get to Kate's and people are everywhere. I've got a case of Coor's Light in the cooler, buds have their Natty Lights and all is well. I proceed to drink 15 Coor's Light and then a keg gets there. *BAD IDEA* I killed all but 3 of my beers. Proceed to have cup after cup of Keg, as Beecher now calls it. Not a cup of beer, but a cup of Keg. And Nader's sister Karen is drinking Southern Comfort *insert evil music here, for the SoCo not Karen* I decide to be a smartass and drink some SoCo, AFTER my 20+ beers. 3 shots later I feel really good, almost too good. I'm talking, stand up and my stomach pretty much tied itself into a pretzel. I stumble into the back of Nader's truck and get into the bed and sit there. My drunk ass figured someone would notice me in the back of the truck and take me home. Needless to say, it didnt happen until much later. I proceeded to puke my ever living guts out. Most of it made it onto the ground, some ended up on the side of the truck and on the tire. Sorry Nader, my aim was very off. This is when I black out for the first time. Ian says he was bringing me water and bread while I was in the truck. I don't remember this. All I remember is being in the back of the truck and then suddenly Crazy dropping the tailgate on the truck saying "Will, we're here get out of the truck." Crazy is 5'6-5'7 about 150 lbs, and this kid basically carried me into Nader's apartment. I stumble into the bathroom and proceed to strip down to my boxers, get in the shower and turn it on, trying to sober up, just letting the water hit me. This is where I black out for the second time. I wake up again to Beecher telling me to get out of the shower. According to everyone who was remotely sober, I was in the shower for 2+ hours. I wake up and I'm still in the shower, I'm sitting Indian style with my elbows on my knees and my head down in my hands, water is still running, only I realize I'm bareass naked. Even right now I don't know how I got out of my boxers. So I'm sitting there, trying to get my bearings straight and someone moves next to me, like out of the shower. I look over and Karen is passed out, hugging the toilet, face down in the toilet. So I get out of the shower, dry off and realize my cleabn clothes are out in my truck and I have no earthly idea where my keys are. So I put my soaking wet boxers back on and pass out on the floor of the living room. Beecher comes in, hands me a quilt and a roll of paper towels wrapped in a towel for my pillow and a hit the floor. Wake up the next day and I'm still drunk. After an hour or two of sipping water I start to sober up. We go to Wendy's and Beecher and Josh call me the Indian in the Cupboard, I was like "how'd you come up with that one?" they said cuz I was sitting Indian style in the shower. So yea, back to Beecher's and my Thursday night conversation. I got shitcanned and it was an interesting weekend.
*Conversation between me and Beecher on Thursday night.*
Will: "Dude, Can someone else drive Friday night, since I drove all last time we we're down?"
Beech: " Yeah man, you're getting shitcanned since you drove last time."
Will: "I wanna get drunk, not shitcanned."
Beech: "You're getting shitcanned."
Drove down to Auburn Friday afternoon with Beecher and Crazy. Ian and Bobby came later and Josh came with the Mrs. So we're all chillin and drinkin and what not at Nader's apartment pregaming for the night that is coming. UGA kids are there, Ga Tech kids are there, 90% of them are Starr's Mill kids who went to highschool with my buds. Theres like 15 some odd people at Nader's. So once again we're drinking and carrying on. We decide to go over to Kate's house and join the shindig that's already going on over there. Now at this moment I have roughly 9-10 beers in me. We get to Kate's and people are everywhere. I've got a case of Coor's Light in the cooler, buds have their Natty Lights and all is well. I proceed to drink 15 Coor's Light and then a keg gets there. *BAD IDEA* I killed all but 3 of my beers. Proceed to have cup after cup of Keg, as Beecher now calls it. Not a cup of beer, but a cup of Keg. And Nader's sister Karen is drinking Southern Comfort *insert evil music here, for the SoCo not Karen* I decide to be a smartass and drink some SoCo, AFTER my 20+ beers. 3 shots later I feel really good, almost too good. I'm talking, stand up and my stomach pretty much tied itself into a pretzel. I stumble into the back of Nader's truck and get into the bed and sit there. My drunk ass figured someone would notice me in the back of the truck and take me home. Needless to say, it didnt happen until much later. I proceeded to puke my ever living guts out. Most of it made it onto the ground, some ended up on the side of the truck and on the tire. Sorry Nader, my aim was very off. This is when I black out for the first time. Ian says he was bringing me water and bread while I was in the truck. I don't remember this. All I remember is being in the back of the truck and then suddenly Crazy dropping the tailgate on the truck saying "Will, we're here get out of the truck." Crazy is 5'6-5'7 about 150 lbs, and this kid basically carried me into Nader's apartment. I stumble into the bathroom and proceed to strip down to my boxers, get in the shower and turn it on, trying to sober up, just letting the water hit me. This is where I black out for the second time. I wake up again to Beecher telling me to get out of the shower. According to everyone who was remotely sober, I was in the shower for 2+ hours. I wake up and I'm still in the shower, I'm sitting Indian style with my elbows on my knees and my head down in my hands, water is still running, only I realize I'm bareass naked. Even right now I don't know how I got out of my boxers. So I'm sitting there, trying to get my bearings straight and someone moves next to me, like out of the shower. I look over and Karen is passed out, hugging the toilet, face down in the toilet. So I get out of the shower, dry off and realize my cleabn clothes are out in my truck and I have no earthly idea where my keys are. So I put my soaking wet boxers back on and pass out on the floor of the living room. Beecher comes in, hands me a quilt and a roll of paper towels wrapped in a towel for my pillow and a hit the floor. Wake up the next day and I'm still drunk. After an hour or two of sipping water I start to sober up. We go to Wendy's and Beecher and Josh call me the Indian in the Cupboard, I was like "how'd you come up with that one?" they said cuz I was sitting Indian style in the shower. So yea, back to Beecher's and my Thursday night conversation. I got shitcanned and it was an interesting weekend.