The Morning After
Last night I went to Michelle's choir concert with Courtney, Jannette and Numra. It was solid gold, as far as entertainment goes - apparently some of the girls were drunk, but one girl in the Master chorale was bloody hilarious. Had her choir (it was a joint concert between two choirs) been any good, she would have entirely ruined the show, but since they weren't... I guess she stole the show. The freak danced around in her spot, chomping on gum, and made the ugliest and the cheesiest expressions known to man while singing. The *entire* night. We couldn't take our eyes off her, and we spent the whole concert trying to control ourselves, but failing terribly.
I got back just before ten, and a little late for my floor's prepub. (Prepub means we host a party on the floor before everyone goes to the actual Vic-hosted pub. Means free alchohol for those of us who live here, and earning money from those who don't.) Our floor looked so pretty, we had orange and black streamers hanging off the elevator, so you had to walk through a curtain to get out, halloween decorations everywhere and even carved pumpkins. Since the prepub had started at nine-thirty, almost an eintre half-hour before, the kegs were almost dry, and they were out of wristbands, so people had to go and get some beers for me quickly. I drank it. Then I drank what rum I had left from the night before.
After awhile, the crowd thinned out a lot, and everyone started heading over to the Cat's Eye (Vic pub). Emily and I got caught up re-toiletpapering a mummy down the hall, and by the time we were done we weren't much in a mood to go anywhere. Tracy, her friend Paul, Emily, and I ended up hanging out on Tracy's bed (she has a double room to herself, and thus a king-sized bed). At some point I made my way to my own bed. Although I had to brush my teeth in the far bathroom cause ours had been window-screened and duct-taped shut.
Do you ever notice how nights pass so slowly when you're drunk? When you're sleeping I mean. Normally when I wake up in the middle of the night, it's like 7, and I have to get up in an hour, but when I've been drinking, I wake up several times, and each time I still have sooo much more time of good, solid sleep. Sleep is good. Mmm. I want to go back to bed, but I'm not really tired anymore, and I think I'm going to go see if I have any meals left on my meal card (I hope).
I got back just before ten, and a little late for my floor's prepub. (Prepub means we host a party on the floor before everyone goes to the actual Vic-hosted pub. Means free alchohol for those of us who live here, and earning money from those who don't.) Our floor looked so pretty, we had orange and black streamers hanging off the elevator, so you had to walk through a curtain to get out, halloween decorations everywhere and even carved pumpkins. Since the prepub had started at nine-thirty, almost an eintre half-hour before, the kegs were almost dry, and they were out of wristbands, so people had to go and get some beers for me quickly. I drank it. Then I drank what rum I had left from the night before.
After awhile, the crowd thinned out a lot, and everyone started heading over to the Cat's Eye (Vic pub). Emily and I got caught up re-toiletpapering a mummy down the hall, and by the time we were done we weren't much in a mood to go anywhere. Tracy, her friend Paul, Emily, and I ended up hanging out on Tracy's bed (she has a double room to herself, and thus a king-sized bed). At some point I made my way to my own bed. Although I had to brush my teeth in the far bathroom cause ours had been window-screened and duct-taped shut.
Do you ever notice how nights pass so slowly when you're drunk? When you're sleeping I mean. Normally when I wake up in the middle of the night, it's like 7, and I have to get up in an hour, but when I've been drinking, I wake up several times, and each time I still have sooo much more time of good, solid sleep. Sleep is good. Mmm. I want to go back to bed, but I'm not really tired anymore, and I think I'm going to go see if I have any meals left on my meal card (I hope).