What a weekend...
Friday morning, the XC team leaves for our Regional Meet in West Chester Ohio, which is just north of Cincinatti. The whole meet thing went well. I had a personal best, which I wish was better, but nevertheless, it was still a personal best. We drove back home Saturday afternoon.
Saturday evening, the team has our final party. I had the roommate buy me some absolut, but when we got back, I wasn't feeling that well. I decided that I wasn't going to drink. Well, after an hour or so, I get a call from the other Men's Captain, and he said to come over. I did. I had a bit too much to drink. Some sort of 151 shots. Well, they were actually like double shots because they were in a candle holder, rather than a shot glass. All in all, I had roughly 5-6 of those. I then had some of my Absolut, in both shot and screwdriver forms. I went over to Booth to pick up one of the other team mates, and his roommate came along.
While I was in Booth, I had a beer with a kid from my Colloquium. I ended up only drinking half of it, and calling it "trailer drink." I then went back to the other captain's room, when all of the liquor just hit me. I couldn't remember people's names, so I called DF's roommate model, as he is a model. I also called DF "skinny kid." I then started to throw up.
From what I gather, I was taken back to my room. I threw up a lot, and then I got emotional. Just all of the crap from this sememster came around. It was sort of a purge of the system. I feel better.
Hahaha. I guess it was quite a sight.
Saturday evening, the team has our final party. I had the roommate buy me some absolut, but when we got back, I wasn't feeling that well. I decided that I wasn't going to drink. Well, after an hour or so, I get a call from the other Men's Captain, and he said to come over. I did. I had a bit too much to drink. Some sort of 151 shots. Well, they were actually like double shots because they were in a candle holder, rather than a shot glass. All in all, I had roughly 5-6 of those. I then had some of my Absolut, in both shot and screwdriver forms. I went over to Booth to pick up one of the other team mates, and his roommate came along.
While I was in Booth, I had a beer with a kid from my Colloquium. I ended up only drinking half of it, and calling it "trailer drink." I then went back to the other captain's room, when all of the liquor just hit me. I couldn't remember people's names, so I called DF's roommate model, as he is a model. I also called DF "skinny kid." I then started to throw up.
From what I gather, I was taken back to my room. I threw up a lot, and then I got emotional. Just all of the crap from this sememster came around. It was sort of a purge of the system. I feel better.
Hahaha. I guess it was quite a sight.