You know it was a bad night when...
You distinctly remember high-fiving somebody in the face.
You don't remember what happened after you met your friend on the 3rd floor with a pipe and a 1.75 of vodka in his hands.
You can't remember what happened between 10pm and 2am.
People tell you about how you started screaming at them in Russian when they asked about your kilt.
You can't remember putting your kilt on.
Your friend tells you the next day that you were speaking in an Australian accent in between fits of vomitting.
She also said you made her promise that you'd still be a virgin by the end of the night.
You remember your friend telling you not to pass out or she'd have to take you to the hospital.
The next morning your face hurts from leaning against the toilet bowl.
You can't keep water down the next morning.
You don't know who Michael is or why he decided to write on your whiteboard about carrying you home and being best friends.
Your answer to the question "How are you feeling?" is simply "Ow."
Everyone you see the next day greets you with: "You're still alive!?!"
Some of that is funny, but a lot of it is scary, especially the last one and the one about the hospital. I think I've learned my lesson pretty thoroughly. I guess I just needed to remind myself why it is I don't drink very often. Fortunately, I hurt enough this morning to remember two important rules of drinking: 1) moderation; and 2) "Liquor before beer, have no fear. Beer before liquor, never been sicker." I already talked to my bros about it and definitely understand how dangerous it was, as well as how worried they both get when they hear about me doing things like this.
Fortunately for me, it all ended well. From the sound of it, I had a team of people looking after me last night. I was carried back to my room by a couple of the guys at Kappa Sigma and they cleaned me up a little before putting me to bed. I was lucky to have a friend around who knew people and was on top of organizing the entire operation. She said she stayed watching me until 2am to make sure I was okay. If there's one thing that I'm thankful for, it's having good friends and family. I would like to apologize to everyone I know and care about, especially my immediate family, for putting myself in that situation and creating the possibility for one of those midnight calls from the hospital.
You don't remember what happened after you met your friend on the 3rd floor with a pipe and a 1.75 of vodka in his hands.
You can't remember what happened between 10pm and 2am.
People tell you about how you started screaming at them in Russian when they asked about your kilt.
You can't remember putting your kilt on.
Your friend tells you the next day that you were speaking in an Australian accent in between fits of vomitting.
She also said you made her promise that you'd still be a virgin by the end of the night.
You remember your friend telling you not to pass out or she'd have to take you to the hospital.
The next morning your face hurts from leaning against the toilet bowl.
You can't keep water down the next morning.
You don't know who Michael is or why he decided to write on your whiteboard about carrying you home and being best friends.
Your answer to the question "How are you feeling?" is simply "Ow."
Everyone you see the next day greets you with: "You're still alive!?!"
Some of that is funny, but a lot of it is scary, especially the last one and the one about the hospital. I think I've learned my lesson pretty thoroughly. I guess I just needed to remind myself why it is I don't drink very often. Fortunately, I hurt enough this morning to remember two important rules of drinking: 1) moderation; and 2) "Liquor before beer, have no fear. Beer before liquor, never been sicker." I already talked to my bros about it and definitely understand how dangerous it was, as well as how worried they both get when they hear about me doing things like this.
Fortunately for me, it all ended well. From the sound of it, I had a team of people looking after me last night. I was carried back to my room by a couple of the guys at Kappa Sigma and they cleaned me up a little before putting me to bed. I was lucky to have a friend around who knew people and was on top of organizing the entire operation. She said she stayed watching me until 2am to make sure I was okay. If there's one thing that I'm thankful for, it's having good friends and family. I would like to apologize to everyone I know and care about, especially my immediate family, for putting myself in that situation and creating the possibility for one of those midnight calls from the hospital.