You Saw This Coming
I'm not going to say anything about swearing off alcohol, because that's just too cliche, but the thought did cross my mind.
Blair's party friday night was perhaps the most ridiculous I've ever been. I got there at about 9:30, and the events thereafter are just kinda fuzzy. Highlights of the evening include slowly sliding off the car hood I was sitting on, laughing at the outfits the olympic athletes were wearing, laughing my ass off when Julie got hit with a dodgeball spilling her beer all over her, Blair's keg-stand, the list goes on and on.
However, I think it's fair to say that the not-so-brilliantly-shining example of "What not to do" came in the form of me. I don't really remember everything I said, but as those who know me will attest, I don't have much of a problem with being quiet at the best of times. Jordan proved to be an exceptionally good friend when he let me crash at his apartment at the end of the night (beginning of the morning). He even turned on the heat in his apartment for me. Class act that guy.
Here's the bad news. I woke up at 8am (4 1/2 hours after passing out) because I had an all-day paramedic class. I had to go to the far side of Durham at 8 in the morning to listen to 3 hours worth of neurology lecture, all but 15mins of which was review, then spent another 3 hours doing skills we'd done before. I swear to you, if they built any more redundancy into that class they'd be able to open it up to Special-Ed students.
Anyway, about halfway through the day Alex (Guy who woke up naked in Hillsboro) got a call from T-Wad asking him to work on the campus truck. Alex can't, Jordan can't, and I probably can. Like the fool that I am, I say sure I'll work it, and add to my growing list of reasons my body is about to fall apart.
More later, and I promise the story gets better. I have to go watch cheerleaders for 11 hours.
Blair's party friday night was perhaps the most ridiculous I've ever been. I got there at about 9:30, and the events thereafter are just kinda fuzzy. Highlights of the evening include slowly sliding off the car hood I was sitting on, laughing at the outfits the olympic athletes were wearing, laughing my ass off when Julie got hit with a dodgeball spilling her beer all over her, Blair's keg-stand, the list goes on and on.
However, I think it's fair to say that the not-so-brilliantly-shining example of "What not to do" came in the form of me. I don't really remember everything I said, but as those who know me will attest, I don't have much of a problem with being quiet at the best of times. Jordan proved to be an exceptionally good friend when he let me crash at his apartment at the end of the night (beginning of the morning). He even turned on the heat in his apartment for me. Class act that guy.
Here's the bad news. I woke up at 8am (4 1/2 hours after passing out) because I had an all-day paramedic class. I had to go to the far side of Durham at 8 in the morning to listen to 3 hours worth of neurology lecture, all but 15mins of which was review, then spent another 3 hours doing skills we'd done before. I swear to you, if they built any more redundancy into that class they'd be able to open it up to Special-Ed students.
Anyway, about halfway through the day Alex (Guy who woke up naked in Hillsboro) got a call from T-Wad asking him to work on the campus truck. Alex can't, Jordan can't, and I probably can. Like the fool that I am, I say sure I'll work it, and add to my growing list of reasons my body is about to fall apart.
More later, and I promise the story gets better. I have to go watch cheerleaders for 11 hours.
posted by C at 6:32 AM
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