Sex and the University: Stress Success
As you may have known, I threw a bit of a shin-dig on Friday. It was in honor of a great friend of mine, Billy, heading out to the Army after graduating here at State. Can you imagine actually leaving college? So, I am depressed cause my friend is leaving and I think I took him a bit for granted. I feel bad because in the case of good friends he was one of the best. He would have my back regardless of the situation, it's hard to find friends like that, and now my first friend I have had like that is leaving. So, I threw him a party. It was both a disaster and a success. I succeeded in getting too drunk, making a complete ass of myself, and throwing up in the end. I had fun but now it's hard to remember just how fun it was. Here let me take you through it.
So, I am procrastinating one night last week, while all of the good kids at State who arent failing their classes are getting a head start on exam studying, I decided to throw Billy a party. I convince my roommate of my idea, which with her grand idea of a keg, wasnt too hard. So, we decide Kyle, Sara, Nick, me, and a quarter barrel would say goodbye State style.
As excitement grew, so did the guest list. I talked to my friend and she said we could use her house. Bonus. The keg was upgraded to a half and we were set. We made signs which Sara and I thought were hilarious and everyone else thought we were crazy. Okay, so our big plans for the first time turned out. But I cant say that I didnt have bad feelings about that night. I was stressed all day and as things began to fall into place and "the beer began to flow like wine" I began to loosen up. Possibly, too much as I made a complete fool of myself in one situation and well what's new. And there was a sad event as well, Kyle didnt make it as he had some homework problems.
I left that night. Puked in my bathroom. Woke up the next day in time for work. All was right with the world, besides a killer hangover.
Then it all began to fall apart. Apparently, some of the people who occupied the house we used, well their stuff came up MIA. Now everyone is pointing fingers and I am caught in a big mess. We suspect it was some friends of Sara's friends. Thanks to them their is valuable stuff missing, Sara feels horrible and I could possibly lose a friend. Cause let's face it everything comes down to money. These items cost money and friends and money dont mix. A night that was supposed to relieve stress only created more...right before the most stressful week of my life. Oh did I mention my job is going to hell and yeah I am failing...fuck me.
So, I am procrastinating one night last week, while all of the good kids at State who arent failing their classes are getting a head start on exam studying, I decided to throw Billy a party. I convince my roommate of my idea, which with her grand idea of a keg, wasnt too hard. So, we decide Kyle, Sara, Nick, me, and a quarter barrel would say goodbye State style.
As excitement grew, so did the guest list. I talked to my friend and she said we could use her house. Bonus. The keg was upgraded to a half and we were set. We made signs which Sara and I thought were hilarious and everyone else thought we were crazy. Okay, so our big plans for the first time turned out. But I cant say that I didnt have bad feelings about that night. I was stressed all day and as things began to fall into place and "the beer began to flow like wine" I began to loosen up. Possibly, too much as I made a complete fool of myself in one situation and well what's new. And there was a sad event as well, Kyle didnt make it as he had some homework problems.
I left that night. Puked in my bathroom. Woke up the next day in time for work. All was right with the world, besides a killer hangover.
Then it all began to fall apart. Apparently, some of the people who occupied the house we used, well their stuff came up MIA. Now everyone is pointing fingers and I am caught in a big mess. We suspect it was some friends of Sara's friends. Thanks to them their is valuable stuff missing, Sara feels horrible and I could possibly lose a friend. Cause let's face it everything comes down to money. These items cost money and friends and money dont mix. A night that was supposed to relieve stress only created more...right before the most stressful week of my life. Oh did I mention my job is going to hell and yeah I am failing...fuck me.