Crazy Crazzzyyyyy Weekend
This weekend was pretty ridiculous... and Tuesday I'm heading back to Buffalo, so exciting! Here are just a few of the highlights from the weekend:
Thursday
41 Calumet. Got vommed on by Mike FUCKING Enright. Virginia and I were on either side of him and all of a sudden, projectile puke on our shirts, pants, shoes, and Virginia's hair. Proceeded to drink whiskey and watch four boys take shots and immediately vomit...one after the other. So much vomit. BUT NOT ME.
Friday
Taryn and I went to the Concord Brewery in Lowell. We got to take a tour and taste a bunch of good beers. The best part was trying a beer that NO HUMAN LIPS HAD EVER TOUCHED BEFORE (besides the brewers, of course). We went to Penguin and the Mission after for drinks and then we trotted down the street because it was cold and it seemed like a good idea. SteBlau and I went to a party at Sean's house over on Symphony. Saw some key people that I haven't seen in awhile. The party got busted up by the cops, so a bunch of us wandered over to Vern's. Drunk dialed Tim a bunch of times. Got drunk dialed by Tim a bunch of times. On the walk back home, here's a snippet of conversation:
Greg: Hey, can I talk to Tim for a second?
Ali: (hands Greg her phone) Sure!
5 seconds later...
Ali: (to Stephanie) OH SHIT. I think I left my phone at Vern's house.
Stephanie: Oh that sucks!
5 seconds later...
Ali: Oh my god, Steph, we're retarded. RETARDED. Greg has my phone.
Saturday
Back Bay Manor. We started off the evening with fabulous lasagne courtesy of Scott. Simply delicious. I love when I eat at Scott's because it's always my favourite foods in the world: pumpkin pie and lasagne. VA, Stephanie, and I could not get a hold of ANYONE at a party over near campus and ended up at a party on the hill. Saw some kid from my English class and made the wise decision to not walk up to him and yell: HEY AREN'T YOU IN MY ENGLISH CLASS. I'M DRUNK. HI.
Went back to Back Bay Manor and drank a few more beers before heading back up to 41 Calumet. Decided I still wanted to play and went to another party with Ian and Jake. This is where the real fun began. For some reason, I thought it would be a fabulous idea to do a kegstand since I've never done one before and then...
Ian dropped me before I was even started and I broke my nose and busted my lip. I'm all about lying about it and saying I got into a fight because that would be SO much cooler and a better story to tell. Any ideas on good details with which to pepper the story?
Now it's time to get back to work and spend my life writing papers.
Thursday
41 Calumet. Got vommed on by Mike FUCKING Enright. Virginia and I were on either side of him and all of a sudden, projectile puke on our shirts, pants, shoes, and Virginia's hair. Proceeded to drink whiskey and watch four boys take shots and immediately vomit...one after the other. So much vomit. BUT NOT ME.
Friday
Taryn and I went to the Concord Brewery in Lowell. We got to take a tour and taste a bunch of good beers. The best part was trying a beer that NO HUMAN LIPS HAD EVER TOUCHED BEFORE (besides the brewers, of course). We went to Penguin and the Mission after for drinks and then we trotted down the street because it was cold and it seemed like a good idea. SteBlau and I went to a party at Sean's house over on Symphony. Saw some key people that I haven't seen in awhile. The party got busted up by the cops, so a bunch of us wandered over to Vern's. Drunk dialed Tim a bunch of times. Got drunk dialed by Tim a bunch of times. On the walk back home, here's a snippet of conversation:
Greg: Hey, can I talk to Tim for a second?
Ali: (hands Greg her phone) Sure!
5 seconds later...
Ali: (to Stephanie) OH SHIT. I think I left my phone at Vern's house.
Stephanie: Oh that sucks!
5 seconds later...
Ali: Oh my god, Steph, we're retarded. RETARDED. Greg has my phone.
Saturday
Back Bay Manor. We started off the evening with fabulous lasagne courtesy of Scott. Simply delicious. I love when I eat at Scott's because it's always my favourite foods in the world: pumpkin pie and lasagne. VA, Stephanie, and I could not get a hold of ANYONE at a party over near campus and ended up at a party on the hill. Saw some kid from my English class and made the wise decision to not walk up to him and yell: HEY AREN'T YOU IN MY ENGLISH CLASS. I'M DRUNK. HI.
Went back to Back Bay Manor and drank a few more beers before heading back up to 41 Calumet. Decided I still wanted to play and went to another party with Ian and Jake. This is where the real fun began. For some reason, I thought it would be a fabulous idea to do a kegstand since I've never done one before and then...
Ian dropped me before I was even started and I broke my nose and busted my lip. I'm all about lying about it and saying I got into a fight because that would be SO much cooler and a better story to tell. Any ideas on good details with which to pepper the story?
Now it's time to get back to work and spend my life writing papers.