The Pitcher (!) of Yuengling
In an effort to live that shit up and enjoy the last of college, Liz and I have been going out increasingly more often. And you know what? It's awesome. The wasted years still make me frown. Last night was senior bar night, and we got fucking bombed. Liz had her prim little "girly" drinks. I took a sip of one and made a pukey face. "Christ Liz, what the fuck is that?" "Grey Goose on the rocks." That's why Liz was bombed.
I was bombed because I went up to the bartender and asked for a pitcher of Yuengling. When she asked how many cups I needed, I replied, "I don't need any cups." Indeed, I did not need any cups, and by the end of the pitcher I didn't need anything else either. We had a crazy good time.
Tonight is senior formal. I feel like it's going to remind me a lot of the old GSP formals, but on a grander scale. Pretty much everyone I know is going, and it's going to be fucking awesome. I'm going to be wasted again though, and my body will be crying on Sunday. It's crying a little now, but I'm going to take it to the gym and sweat the booze out of it.
Quote of the day: Whoa, you are the last person I thought I'd see here...
I was bombed because I went up to the bartender and asked for a pitcher of Yuengling. When she asked how many cups I needed, I replied, "I don't need any cups." Indeed, I did not need any cups, and by the end of the pitcher I didn't need anything else either. We had a crazy good time.
Tonight is senior formal. I feel like it's going to remind me a lot of the old GSP formals, but on a grander scale. Pretty much everyone I know is going, and it's going to be fucking awesome. I'm going to be wasted again though, and my body will be crying on Sunday. It's crying a little now, but I'm going to take it to the gym and sweat the booze out of it.
Quote of the day: Whoa, you are the last person I thought I'd see here...