peach bowl...
wow. we lost, but that isn't what makes a trip. not a game.
Wednesday - We got up, rehersed, ate some lunch, polished the horns, got on the bus.
Drinking ensues. We left at 1pm, I drank until we got there. A good 10-15 shots of capn, jack, and bacardi o.
Got there, ate some dinner. Went to the peach drop. Bought a 4.00 beer.
came back, drank 2 24oz beers. we threw these bottles at a billboard on a building across from the hotel. I ate a sandwich..well..I ate the meat from the sandwich. Gross ass convienence store sandwiches.
So drunk, we somehow ended up in the lobby of the hotel. 2 guys fell asleep, another was talking to himself, and I don't remember what I was doing. Sitting there i guess.
A girl came down, told us we needed to go to bed, we agreed, and went.
Got to the room, I decided I needed water so I wouldn't have a hangover. I got a glass, and filled it with water. Apparantly in my drunked state, I only had a grip on the glass for 'dry weight' the glass fell right through my grip, shattering in the sink. Normally I would be mad, because I had to clean glass up, but at this point I couldn't see straight. I laughed my ass off. I found another glass, drank water, stumbled to my bed.
The bed was covered in 2 suitcases, clothes, and other random belongings of me and one of my trip roommates. I grabbed it all, and in one motion pushed it all off the end of the bed. This made going to the bathroom sick the next morning difficult. (I think i was still drunk)
Well, the hangover made thursday a hell day, till it wore off at about 6:00pm. I looked like a heroin addict.
Didn't touch the stuff thursday night.
Friday was the game, we lost. oh well. Friday night, we partied again. Yeah 40oz beers. Nothing funny really happened other than changing the numbers on the hotel doors, and these drunk girls that were JUST in the room, left and couldn't find it again because the number was gone.
Saturday we came home.
That was my trip. Moral of the story: Don't stay drunk for 13hours straight. It will kick your ass, no matter how fun those 13hours were. (THey were a hell of a lot of fun. I got burned by a firework at the peachdrop, too..but I was so drunk, I just stood and looked at it burn my hand.) so...no drunken fireworks for you kids, either.
Wednesday - We got up, rehersed, ate some lunch, polished the horns, got on the bus.
Drinking ensues. We left at 1pm, I drank until we got there. A good 10-15 shots of capn, jack, and bacardi o.
Got there, ate some dinner. Went to the peach drop. Bought a 4.00 beer.
came back, drank 2 24oz beers. we threw these bottles at a billboard on a building across from the hotel. I ate a sandwich..well..I ate the meat from the sandwich. Gross ass convienence store sandwiches.
So drunk, we somehow ended up in the lobby of the hotel. 2 guys fell asleep, another was talking to himself, and I don't remember what I was doing. Sitting there i guess.
A girl came down, told us we needed to go to bed, we agreed, and went.
Got to the room, I decided I needed water so I wouldn't have a hangover. I got a glass, and filled it with water. Apparantly in my drunked state, I only had a grip on the glass for 'dry weight' the glass fell right through my grip, shattering in the sink. Normally I would be mad, because I had to clean glass up, but at this point I couldn't see straight. I laughed my ass off. I found another glass, drank water, stumbled to my bed.
The bed was covered in 2 suitcases, clothes, and other random belongings of me and one of my trip roommates. I grabbed it all, and in one motion pushed it all off the end of the bed. This made going to the bathroom sick the next morning difficult. (I think i was still drunk)
Well, the hangover made thursday a hell day, till it wore off at about 6:00pm. I looked like a heroin addict.
Didn't touch the stuff thursday night.
Friday was the game, we lost. oh well. Friday night, we partied again. Yeah 40oz beers. Nothing funny really happened other than changing the numbers on the hotel doors, and these drunk girls that were JUST in the room, left and couldn't find it again because the number was gone.
Saturday we came home.
That was my trip. Moral of the story: Don't stay drunk for 13hours straight. It will kick your ass, no matter how fun those 13hours were. (THey were a hell of a lot of fun. I got burned by a firework at the peachdrop, too..but I was so drunk, I just stood and looked at it burn my hand.) so...no drunken fireworks for you kids, either.