What I remember about this weekend:
Nothing.
Ok, that's a lie. But with as much as I drank it might as well be nothing. Basically every night past 11 was a haze, and actually, Saturday it was a haze well before it.
Got to Chicago on Friday night around 7:30 I think. Went to eat, had a beer at dinner and delicious tacos. Sidenote: I'm addicted to hot sauce. Can't get enough. Anyways, we leave, I shower, we eat cake, I have a beer or two, we go out. More beer, I lose track, we leave and go to a different bar. Much more beer, then the night gets very hazy. We leave and go to a third bar (I had forgotten about this, I must have been chugging my beer), and have to wait forever to get served a beer. Then there was singing into my phone by Sarah and myself, because I think we kept getting hung up on, but we kept calling back anyways. Then we went to sweet sweet El Burrito. I don't really remember walking home I don't think. But I do remember enjoying the hell out of those tacos once we got back. Nope, I take that back. I don't remember walking/getting back at all on Friday night. Then Sarah and I started watching the Grudge until I passed out. Sitting up.
Woke up Saturday at 7:30, still sitting up. Slept for about an hour more (lying down this time). Finished the Grudge, then watched a little Always Sunny in Philadelphia, then the Illini came on. I opened my first beer at 11:45 a.m. We watched part of Royal Tenenbaums, then we sat and watched Doom.
Just a note, Doom blew. Hard. It was terrible. You know the video game was like constant killing. I was confident that of the 105 minute runtime of the movie that hopefully 90 would be killing shit. But no. There was only like maybe 7 minutes of killing total. Total letdown. On top of that, the storyline was terrible (which you'd expect, which is why killing would make up for it). I'm not sure how we passed the rest of the day, but I remember going to dinner sometime between 7 and 8. And just to point out, I had the best ketchup I had in my entire life at dinner. I know you're jealous.
So at 9:40 we head out to Belly's. For $25 at the door we had free drinks from 10-1. So we'd been drinking for 10 hours when we got there. And I already had no idea how much beer I'd had all day. I was fairly uncomfortable at the bar, so I was drinking faster. Also, just to note, apparently on the elevator down to get a cab to go to the bar I said that I didn't feel very drunk, but I knew I was, and there was a chance I'd remember very little from that point on. I remember saying it, but I didn't think I was in the elevator when I said it.
Anyways, I don't remember a whole lot about the 3 free hours of drinking. We watched the end of the MSU/ND game, I had to prevent a fight, and I occasionally had to keep certain people off of certain other people. Which was harder than you'd think if certain people would take the opportunity when given.
So at 12:55 someone tells me that they're about to stop serving, so I should go get another beer. So I got one. Then they told me to get another one. I also had half a beer in my hand. I think I ended up with the half beer I had, then either 3 or 4 full ones. And I refused to set them on the table, so I was holding all of them in my hands. I remember when I got down to two beers left I would occasionally drink from both at the same time. I'm 23. This is my life. Feel free to model yours after it.
Things I don't remember from the night are dancing, chhhting, at some point I put Sarah in a headlock, and I don't remember leaving the bar. At all. I remember getting to El Burrito though. And it was glorious. Except they put cheese on two of my tacos. I was very angry at that. Apparently I was pretty surly in general. I picked the cheese off one of the tacos, but there was too much on the other to eat it. Apparently when we left, I refused to pick up my garbage. I think someone picked it up for me, although I can't confirm it.
We were locked out when we got back home, and we had to knock on the door for about 2 minutes until we were let in. I guess I ate a little cake, and I don't remember passing out. Woke up still drunk I think the next day. I sobered up around 12 and started feeling very sick. Managed to keep everything down though.
It's great that even for Latoya's birthday I still celebrate like it was mine. Of course, that's how I celebrate most weekends, but at least we had a reason to this time. And it was awesome.
Ok, that's a lie. But with as much as I drank it might as well be nothing. Basically every night past 11 was a haze, and actually, Saturday it was a haze well before it.
Got to Chicago on Friday night around 7:30 I think. Went to eat, had a beer at dinner and delicious tacos. Sidenote: I'm addicted to hot sauce. Can't get enough. Anyways, we leave, I shower, we eat cake, I have a beer or two, we go out. More beer, I lose track, we leave and go to a different bar. Much more beer, then the night gets very hazy. We leave and go to a third bar (I had forgotten about this, I must have been chugging my beer), and have to wait forever to get served a beer. Then there was singing into my phone by Sarah and myself, because I think we kept getting hung up on, but we kept calling back anyways. Then we went to sweet sweet El Burrito. I don't really remember walking home I don't think. But I do remember enjoying the hell out of those tacos once we got back. Nope, I take that back. I don't remember walking/getting back at all on Friday night. Then Sarah and I started watching the Grudge until I passed out. Sitting up.
Woke up Saturday at 7:30, still sitting up. Slept for about an hour more (lying down this time). Finished the Grudge, then watched a little Always Sunny in Philadelphia, then the Illini came on. I opened my first beer at 11:45 a.m. We watched part of Royal Tenenbaums, then we sat and watched Doom.
Just a note, Doom blew. Hard. It was terrible. You know the video game was like constant killing. I was confident that of the 105 minute runtime of the movie that hopefully 90 would be killing shit. But no. There was only like maybe 7 minutes of killing total. Total letdown. On top of that, the storyline was terrible (which you'd expect, which is why killing would make up for it). I'm not sure how we passed the rest of the day, but I remember going to dinner sometime between 7 and 8. And just to point out, I had the best ketchup I had in my entire life at dinner. I know you're jealous.
So at 9:40 we head out to Belly's. For $25 at the door we had free drinks from 10-1. So we'd been drinking for 10 hours when we got there. And I already had no idea how much beer I'd had all day. I was fairly uncomfortable at the bar, so I was drinking faster. Also, just to note, apparently on the elevator down to get a cab to go to the bar I said that I didn't feel very drunk, but I knew I was, and there was a chance I'd remember very little from that point on. I remember saying it, but I didn't think I was in the elevator when I said it.
Anyways, I don't remember a whole lot about the 3 free hours of drinking. We watched the end of the MSU/ND game, I had to prevent a fight, and I occasionally had to keep certain people off of certain other people. Which was harder than you'd think if certain people would take the opportunity when given.
So at 12:55 someone tells me that they're about to stop serving, so I should go get another beer. So I got one. Then they told me to get another one. I also had half a beer in my hand. I think I ended up with the half beer I had, then either 3 or 4 full ones. And I refused to set them on the table, so I was holding all of them in my hands. I remember when I got down to two beers left I would occasionally drink from both at the same time. I'm 23. This is my life. Feel free to model yours after it.
Things I don't remember from the night are dancing, chhhting, at some point I put Sarah in a headlock, and I don't remember leaving the bar. At all. I remember getting to El Burrito though. And it was glorious. Except they put cheese on two of my tacos. I was very angry at that. Apparently I was pretty surly in general. I picked the cheese off one of the tacos, but there was too much on the other to eat it. Apparently when we left, I refused to pick up my garbage. I think someone picked it up for me, although I can't confirm it.
We were locked out when we got back home, and we had to knock on the door for about 2 minutes until we were let in. I guess I ate a little cake, and I don't remember passing out. Woke up still drunk I think the next day. I sobered up around 12 and started feeling very sick. Managed to keep everything down though.
It's great that even for Latoya's birthday I still celebrate like it was mine. Of course, that's how I celebrate most weekends, but at least we had a reason to this time. And it was awesome.
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