Fucking energy drinks
Well, I drank one of those energy drinks after work because I didn't want to fall asleep in the process of getting drunk. It turned out to be kind of counterproductive. Now I'm not drunk and very awake... and it's 3:54am. So I suppose this as good a time as any to update on Mexico.
Formal was fucking awesome. A little day by day account:
Saturday: Woke up, grabbed my shit and went down to the house around 8:30am. Started out with a bottle of champagne and bagels. We left around noon or so. The bus ride was fun - lots of drunk people crowded onto a charter bus. It was even better after we stopped for lunch and Dan Hector and I got some 40s. We crossed the border and arrived at our hotel in the late afternoon. Proceeded to buy cheap alcohol and snacks, which were consumed immediately. Most everyone that wasn't already passed out drunk went to Papas&Beer that night. Fun times. The club itself was rockin - good music, a mechanical bull, outside so it wasn't all hot and sweaty. The actual event was not so great. My date's friend (Nick's date) was passing-out drunk so my date and Dan's date were taking care of her most of the night. I wasn't drunk, wasn't dancing, but I was dreaming about Sunday. Rivlin ended up swooping in on Nick's date and taking her off my date's hand so we got in a little party. Meh... first day, not bad.
Sunday: Woke up, drank a beer, decided that was not the way to start off a day of pure drunken debauchery, grabbed my bottle of tequila and started taking shots while going around to people's rooms to wake them up. After a bit Tom King, Dan Hector and I ventured to a pharmacia to get some somas. Took 3 of those and hit up the spa. Next thing I remember is waking up about 45 minutes before we have to leave for the hotel where the actual formal was. Apparently I was passing out under the water so my date dragged me back to the room. It'sa nice :). Anyhow, around 7pm or so we headed to Hotel Calafia for formal. In short, and since my memory is a little hazy ;), it was great. Drinks, cigars, the guys, the girls, pictures, and music. Good fucking times. When we got back from formal, everyone went to the bar at the hotel, and the party started up again. More drinking, more pictures, more good times. Went back to the room late and passed out.
Monday: Woke up, hungover, tried to work on Finch's 4 day old keg and witnessed a funny waking up event involving adam love's room and a string of firecrackers. We got some breakfast, packed up, checked out and peaced out. The bus smelled like absolute shit, literally. The flusher was broken in the bathroom and all the shit from the ride down had been fermenting over the weekend. I got a seat right next to the bathroom too. Suck ass. Oh did I mention it was like a 9 hour bus ride back? Yeah, fuck that. Oh yeah, and my date was drunk as shit going through customs. That was funny.
Well that's a run-down of Mexico. It was super fun, but there were some parts that could be improved. Next year will be even better. It's funny because I thought that after Mexico I'd be a little burnt out on drinking. Actually, I've been wanting to drink more since we got back. I think in part it's a rekindling of my love for this house. I strayed for a bit, but I suppose that's when one finds out what is really meaningful in one's life. Hmm. Interesting.
Goddamn this energy drink. Or goddamn this sobriety. Oh well, I'm content with not worrying about all the shit I still have to do for school this quarter. I would have a more intelligent and/or witty comment to end this with, but my brain just started feeling scrambled.
Formal was fucking awesome. A little day by day account:
Saturday: Woke up, grabbed my shit and went down to the house around 8:30am. Started out with a bottle of champagne and bagels. We left around noon or so. The bus ride was fun - lots of drunk people crowded onto a charter bus. It was even better after we stopped for lunch and Dan Hector and I got some 40s. We crossed the border and arrived at our hotel in the late afternoon. Proceeded to buy cheap alcohol and snacks, which were consumed immediately. Most everyone that wasn't already passed out drunk went to Papas&Beer that night. Fun times. The club itself was rockin - good music, a mechanical bull, outside so it wasn't all hot and sweaty. The actual event was not so great. My date's friend (Nick's date) was passing-out drunk so my date and Dan's date were taking care of her most of the night. I wasn't drunk, wasn't dancing, but I was dreaming about Sunday. Rivlin ended up swooping in on Nick's date and taking her off my date's hand so we got in a little party. Meh... first day, not bad.
Sunday: Woke up, drank a beer, decided that was not the way to start off a day of pure drunken debauchery, grabbed my bottle of tequila and started taking shots while going around to people's rooms to wake them up. After a bit Tom King, Dan Hector and I ventured to a pharmacia to get some somas. Took 3 of those and hit up the spa. Next thing I remember is waking up about 45 minutes before we have to leave for the hotel where the actual formal was. Apparently I was passing out under the water so my date dragged me back to the room. It'sa nice :). Anyhow, around 7pm or so we headed to Hotel Calafia for formal. In short, and since my memory is a little hazy ;), it was great. Drinks, cigars, the guys, the girls, pictures, and music. Good fucking times. When we got back from formal, everyone went to the bar at the hotel, and the party started up again. More drinking, more pictures, more good times. Went back to the room late and passed out.
Monday: Woke up, hungover, tried to work on Finch's 4 day old keg and witnessed a funny waking up event involving adam love's room and a string of firecrackers. We got some breakfast, packed up, checked out and peaced out. The bus smelled like absolute shit, literally. The flusher was broken in the bathroom and all the shit from the ride down had been fermenting over the weekend. I got a seat right next to the bathroom too. Suck ass. Oh did I mention it was like a 9 hour bus ride back? Yeah, fuck that. Oh yeah, and my date was drunk as shit going through customs. That was funny.
Well that's a run-down of Mexico. It was super fun, but there were some parts that could be improved. Next year will be even better. It's funny because I thought that after Mexico I'd be a little burnt out on drinking. Actually, I've been wanting to drink more since we got back. I think in part it's a rekindling of my love for this house. I strayed for a bit, but I suppose that's when one finds out what is really meaningful in one's life. Hmm. Interesting.
Goddamn this energy drink. Or goddamn this sobriety. Oh well, I'm content with not worrying about all the shit I still have to do for school this quarter. I would have a more intelligent and/or witty comment to end this with, but my brain just started feeling scrambled.