where to even begin
I suppose the perfect introduction into the events of last night would be this exchange between annien1004 and me:
SoupGirl: hey I hear a boy was hitting on you
SoupGirl: a boy with a gun
AnnieN1004: apparently!
AnnieN1004: i didn't notice he had a gun
AnnieN1004: but yes, isn't that just so flattering
AnnieN1004: a guy that has a gun wants to talk to me!
SoupGirl: hey at least you'll always be protected
AnnieN1004: he respects me AND the second amendment
Yujin, Annie and I went to a party held by a few kickball guys. We joked on the Metro that this was possibly the farthest anyone has ever traveled for gross beer: It required two Metro trains and a long walk to the actual house. Finally we got there to find a steaming house and many inebriated but unfamiliar faces.
After a stroll around the house, "meeting" people (whose names and faces escaped me minutes later) and trying to find the nearest A.C. vent, we got beer and settled in. After a while I saw someone pass by with a glass of red liquid and fruit. "Sangria!" I shouted. "She has sangria!" For me, finding a non-beer drink at a party would be like Geraldo actually finding that sunken treasure. We crammed ourselves through the kitchen to find what was actually punch that served to get me quite drunk, quite quickly. (My best guess is Everclear.)
After that Annie and I decided the only thing that could top the smoothness of that red nectar would be impressing everyone with our beer bong skills.
Or not.
She went first, and the result had me crouching on the floor out of laughter: The beer spilled over her face, down the front of her shirt and all over the floor (and her skirt).
For whatever reason, that made me even more excited to marvel everyone with my Frank the Tank skills. ("It's so good! When it hits your lips, it's so good!") Apparently Annie is my brother from another mother for more than our lame senses of humor: We are both horribly bad at beer bongs.
But who could possibly be good at this?!?! It's like a wall of dirty water being shoved at your face, and all you're supposed to do is swallow it. No way.
When it comes to consuming gross beer that I've traveled miles for, ladylike sipping is best.
SoupGirl: hey I hear a boy was hitting on you
SoupGirl: a boy with a gun
AnnieN1004: apparently!
AnnieN1004: i didn't notice he had a gun
AnnieN1004: but yes, isn't that just so flattering
AnnieN1004: a guy that has a gun wants to talk to me!
SoupGirl: hey at least you'll always be protected
AnnieN1004: he respects me AND the second amendment
Yujin, Annie and I went to a party held by a few kickball guys. We joked on the Metro that this was possibly the farthest anyone has ever traveled for gross beer: It required two Metro trains and a long walk to the actual house. Finally we got there to find a steaming house and many inebriated but unfamiliar faces.
After a stroll around the house, "meeting" people (whose names and faces escaped me minutes later) and trying to find the nearest A.C. vent, we got beer and settled in. After a while I saw someone pass by with a glass of red liquid and fruit. "Sangria!" I shouted. "She has sangria!" For me, finding a non-beer drink at a party would be like Geraldo actually finding that sunken treasure. We crammed ourselves through the kitchen to find what was actually punch that served to get me quite drunk, quite quickly. (My best guess is Everclear.)
After that Annie and I decided the only thing that could top the smoothness of that red nectar would be impressing everyone with our beer bong skills.
Or not.
She went first, and the result had me crouching on the floor out of laughter: The beer spilled over her face, down the front of her shirt and all over the floor (and her skirt).
For whatever reason, that made me even more excited to marvel everyone with my Frank the Tank skills. ("It's so good! When it hits your lips, it's so good!") Apparently Annie is my brother from another mother for more than our lame senses of humor: We are both horribly bad at beer bongs.
But who could possibly be good at this?!?! It's like a wall of dirty water being shoved at your face, and all you're supposed to do is swallow it. No way.
When it comes to consuming gross beer that I've traveled miles for, ladylike sipping is best.