story of the weekend
Last night. Where to begin? Well, every year my school has a dance outside in the Quad called Oasis. Everyone goes and it is one of the best parts of the school year. Of course everyone goes drunk so security is prtty high and they always warn us about the "drunk tank" which is where the way too drunk people go to get talked to by counselors and get medical attention if necessary. Anyways, we went freshman year and it was so much fun, it was just crazy and I have been looking forward to Oasis all summer long. So i find the perfect outsfit, get home from work yesterday and start drinking at about 4:30pm. The dance was to begin at 9 or so. It was myself, Serena, Shannon, Danny and Patrick and then random people stopped by every so often. So we were drinking a lot and the first to black out was little Serena, she passed out at about 9pm and missed the dance completely. We then decide to leave and once we get to the line I realize that I have forgotten my ID. So Patrick offers to walk me back and get my ID with me. We didnt make it two steps before we had the most brilliant idea in the world. Patrick was wearing a campus security shirt that he had stolen so what we were going to do is get him in, pretending to be security and then he would look at my "ID" which was actually his debit card and let me in. Well the second he walked in, they knew he wasnt security so public safety came after him and then someone asked for my ID, so I hand them the card and the woman is like "Are you Patrick Martin?" and of course I say no. SO Patrick takes off running with public safety on his tail as they try to cart me off to the drunk tank. So I push the woman, which landed me on my ass in the bushes. So i go to the fucking drunk tank where I gave the counselors about 4 different names, and they couldnt prove me wrong because all I had on me was Pat's debit card. I was being the biggest bitch ever and so they gave up on me. I tried to escape and they ran after me, that pissed them off. They're all like "we have to call your parents" but i wouldnt give them the number let alone my name. So then i tell them that i am a guest and I dont go to Saint Mary's so they are like "we have to call your host" but i didnt know anyone's number being that i didnt even have my cell phone on me. Then i find this girl there and she is crying, so i calm her down and find out that she is also a guest but her friend is coming to get her so i get her to call her friend and tell her to claim me too. So these random ass girl bailed me out of the drunk tank and i got off free and clear because i wouldnt tell anyone who i was. I missed the dance though so i was really really upset. I feel better now because that is a pretty funny story. drunk tank, thats awesome.