Sunday, December 12, 2004
Three Nights of Drinking With Jen
Jesus, Jen and I really know how to celebrate her getting done with Finals early.
Night one, Brian A. was guest bar tending at Jekyl and Hyde's. It was also $2.75 Red Bull and Vodkas, and needed night for me to blow off some tension. I really need to learn how to get a handle on the stress in my life. Some of it is manageable and some of it is not. And the old means of coping that I used in college aren't going to cut it anymore. It wasn't really a night of me drowning my sorrows -- Jen came up with the brilliant idea of playing pool. She kicked my ass, but i had some cool trick shots that just happened because of pure luck (even tho the ball was going where i wanted it to go).
Turn out for the event was sub par because it was the thursday before finals week, and I did have work the next day so we bugged out fairly early. Julie and Dani were supposed to be appear, but didn't.
Night Two: Engineering Student Council Bar Crawl with Chuck. Chuck really wanted to blow off some steam. He had finished his first semester of grad school, and frankly felt he needed to make his liver duck and cover.
We didn't just have a few. We got fucked up. We started the night off with shots and ended it with Terribles. Not exactly our brightest ideas.
Bar Crawl Highlights include: Nate Phillips trying to get me to buy an entire round. Getting Jen to do two shots with us. James doing his Micheal Jackson dance. I wore my talent scout shirt, and got some strange looks from random girls. Which i thought was awesome.
Jon, my former roommate, was there. He must've gotten drunk earlier then I did because he wanted to bury the hatchet. I still sleep in a punisher hoodie that looks like someone's half assed attempt at making a dalmation costume. And I keep grievances tallied up in my head until they die of old age. Then I have them stuffed and mounted on the wall. I told him no, but that I didn't come here to fight him, and that I wasn't planning on starting any bar fights tonight. After that we went our seperate ways.
And after that, Marilyn started being a dick to me. Well, if she wants to take a side, she can be my guest. I really don't care. Chuck says she's just a been more of a bitch lately because she found out a lot of her friends are getting more money then she is, and Chem Es are supposed to have the highest starting salary.
No love lost here. I have no opinion on the whole matter. Its the end of the college years. Friends who actually care, the ones worth the drive to visit, are few in far between. In that way, we are all the same.
My guard down, Jen and Chuck at my side, I proceeded to drink with Chuck and get wasted. By the end of the bar crawl, chuck had passed out. Jen had driven us home.
Jen makes the best mom ever. She folded chuck's clothed. She held my head while i puked (thank god i have no memory of really puking...that is the worst feeling when you get the spins...and for me it only gets worse after i get everything out of my stomach.) She got us water. She put me to bed. Set my alarm. And put my with my snoring.
I need to quite smoking. I don't need breathing problems that will drive people insane if they go to bed with me.
Night Three: Two parties. One at Camelot -- Jekyl Your Hyde. Come dressed as your opposite. Then Aaron's formal party.
All three of us had a great time, and it was the first time Erin and I didn't just fall asleep at midnight in a long time. We danced, we drank. It was great.
By the time you read this I'll be charging back into the fray. And this time I'm going to be working it double time.
Adios Spacecowboys.
Night one, Brian A. was guest bar tending at Jekyl and Hyde's. It was also $2.75 Red Bull and Vodkas, and needed night for me to blow off some tension. I really need to learn how to get a handle on the stress in my life. Some of it is manageable and some of it is not. And the old means of coping that I used in college aren't going to cut it anymore. It wasn't really a night of me drowning my sorrows -- Jen came up with the brilliant idea of playing pool. She kicked my ass, but i had some cool trick shots that just happened because of pure luck (even tho the ball was going where i wanted it to go).
Turn out for the event was sub par because it was the thursday before finals week, and I did have work the next day so we bugged out fairly early. Julie and Dani were supposed to be appear, but didn't.
Night Two: Engineering Student Council Bar Crawl with Chuck. Chuck really wanted to blow off some steam. He had finished his first semester of grad school, and frankly felt he needed to make his liver duck and cover.
We didn't just have a few. We got fucked up. We started the night off with shots and ended it with Terribles. Not exactly our brightest ideas.
Bar Crawl Highlights include: Nate Phillips trying to get me to buy an entire round. Getting Jen to do two shots with us. James doing his Micheal Jackson dance. I wore my talent scout shirt, and got some strange looks from random girls. Which i thought was awesome.
Jon, my former roommate, was there. He must've gotten drunk earlier then I did because he wanted to bury the hatchet. I still sleep in a punisher hoodie that looks like someone's half assed attempt at making a dalmation costume. And I keep grievances tallied up in my head until they die of old age. Then I have them stuffed and mounted on the wall. I told him no, but that I didn't come here to fight him, and that I wasn't planning on starting any bar fights tonight. After that we went our seperate ways.
And after that, Marilyn started being a dick to me. Well, if she wants to take a side, she can be my guest. I really don't care. Chuck says she's just a been more of a bitch lately because she found out a lot of her friends are getting more money then she is, and Chem Es are supposed to have the highest starting salary.
No love lost here. I have no opinion on the whole matter. Its the end of the college years. Friends who actually care, the ones worth the drive to visit, are few in far between. In that way, we are all the same.
My guard down, Jen and Chuck at my side, I proceeded to drink with Chuck and get wasted. By the end of the bar crawl, chuck had passed out. Jen had driven us home.
Jen makes the best mom ever. She folded chuck's clothed. She held my head while i puked (thank god i have no memory of really puking...that is the worst feeling when you get the spins...and for me it only gets worse after i get everything out of my stomach.) She got us water. She put me to bed. Set my alarm. And put my with my snoring.
I need to quite smoking. I don't need breathing problems that will drive people insane if they go to bed with me.
Night Three: Two parties. One at Camelot -- Jekyl Your Hyde. Come dressed as your opposite. Then Aaron's formal party.
All three of us had a great time, and it was the first time Erin and I didn't just fall asleep at midnight in a long time. We danced, we drank. It was great.
By the time you read this I'll be charging back into the fray. And this time I'm going to be working it double time.
Adios Spacecowboys.
