Drinkin
So a little while ago I was thinking about times I got really pissed off and then how one of those times led to me getting hammered, and then I started thinking about getting hammered in general. So anyhow, the time I got so pissed off, one of my rm's fuq nut friends decided to get onto my computer while I was away and change all my settings, including my passwords (I roomed w/ a computer geek, and all his friends were computer geeks too) and he didn't know how to fix it because he insisted that he didn't change any of the passwords. At any rate, I couldn't get onto my computer to do shit, so before I went apeshit on the bastard, I went to the pub and started getting wasted. At somepoint, 2 friends who both happened to be women showed up and tried to calm me down. In the end, I finished bout 3 pitchers on my own, puked all over the urinal because I hadn't had a single thing to eat all day, and had to be drug home by the 2 young ladies. This happened in Alaska, so then I started thinking bout other times I got wasted in AK. There was the time Jason was house sitting for his parents and decided to have a little drinking party that only 3 of us showed up to. I was in the mood for screwdrivers that night, but forgot to get orange juice. Jason says, hey why don't you use this orange hooch instead, so, I got me a 32oz glass, and mixed orange hooch and vodka. When that was got I started drinking Jason's Citrona's since there wasn't anything else, I got through quite a few of them, and then Jason decided to heat up some casadillas that his mom had left in the freezer. They were pretty good... I think, but greasy as hell. The grease hit the alcohol, and I was running to the bathroom. I started yaking all over the toilet and floor, while laughing my ass off the entire time. Jason and Mike decided to check up on me right around the time I was trying to clean up the mess, and still laughing my ass off. They were like what the hell? And then started laughing at me laughing. Good times. Then there was the time that Jason and I decided to drink in the dorm, which was a bit of a problem since we lived in the substance free dorm. We settled down to watch some movies, I had some buffalo wings and my trusty 32oz glass, which I had filled w/, yup, a giant screwdriver, and I had mixed it pretty damn strong. By the time we had finished, I had put away 2 of my strongly mixed 32oz screwdrivers, and then realized that I had a poem due the next morning for my creative writing class, and it was like 2 or 3 in the morning. So I stumbled my way all the way down stairs, getting a lot of "holy shit" looks along the way. When I got to the room I noticed that my rm hadn't taken out the trash again, and it was starting to stink, so I decided to take in out to the dumpster real quick. On my way back inside, I slipped on a patch of ice and landed flat on my back. When I finally got back to my room, again, I sat down and started to write a poem titled "2 Giant Screwdrivers" which of course was all about that night. To my suprise, it was a huge hit w/ the class, everybody was laughing their asses off and said they loved it. I have other drinking stories that take place in AK, but feel like moving on. Ask me sometime about the night I met my ex-fiance:-P Lets see, there was the time in Hawaii that I got fucked up on some vodka and an entire bottle of Alize. I passed out in bed, and when I woke up in the morning I felt like SHIT. My rm J and I had reserved a rental car for that weekend, and when we got to the rental place they told us that our car was at a diff location for some reason. So we got into the sales girl's brand new car (and by the way, she was HOT) and started riding to the other place to pick it up. Half way there I realized that I was gonna hurl. I held it and held it till I couldn't anymore, and was somehow able to keep in in my mouth, which then meant I had to swallow it:-( This happened 3 or 4 times, until right before we got to the place, I had so much in my mouth that I couldn't swallow. So there I am in the back seat of a hot chick's brand new car, cheeks bulging w/ vomit, not fun. We parked and rushed out and yaked in the bushes right in front of all kinds of people. I felt fine after that and we ended up having a great day. The hot sales chick laughed at me everytime I saw her after that. Then there was the time here in FL that my rm Josh and I decided to go down to Paradise Island in Orlando. For those who don't know, PI is a bunch of theme clubs run by Disney. You pay one cover to get into PI, and then you can go to whichever clubs you want. We got pretty trashed that night, hung out w/ a couple of pretty cool guys from Boston, introduced them to some chicks we didn't know, they all took off together. As we were leaving, I fell down the steps to the parking lot, it hurt and I barely remember it. We started to make the 2 or 3 hr drive home, but only got about a block when Josh decided he was too wasted to drive, so we pulled into the Disney World Fire Station. After we parked, he got out of the car and started yaking all over, I was laughing, until I realized that I was gonna yak too. A few minutes later a guy came out and asked if we needed any help. Josh said no and that we were too drunk to drive home and we were gonna sleep it off here. Next thing I know I'm waking up still lying on the pavement. I look under the car and Josh is passed out on the other side. I was freezing my ass off, so I got back into the car. The next morning we drove back to Jax, and I felt like shit the entire way. Well, I need to get ready for work so I'm out.