Remembering the unremembered

I just wrote the lamest post ever about how I was actually enjoying not going out and drinking as much, but then I realized two things. One, what a stupid post, no one cares and two, I just completely blacked out two nights in a row so what the hell am I talking about. I decided to delete the post and as I was I started thinking of all the amazing memories I have from drunken times (some of which I dont actually remember, but have just been told), I realized I really love drinking (Wow I sound like an alcoholic). So, instead of lying and writing about how I am ok with the fact that I am sitting in bed and watching a movie on a Friday night, I decided to go pour myself a large glass of wine and think about some of the amazing drunken things I have done and some of the great nights me and my friends have had.

A random night in the Roundhouse with Mary and Vanessa where all three of us completely blacked out and woke up to the oven on, all of our frozen food from the freezer laying completely melted on the oven, left over Thanksgiving food in a glass dish broken across the kitchen floor, and Mary asking me who was the brown haired boy in your bed this morning? To which I replied, what?? there was a guy in my bed and then spent the entire day trying to figure out what happened and calling guys I knew to ask them if they were "the brown haired man in my bed this morning?"

My 21st birthday, aka the first trifecta night. Obviously just drinking wasn't enough, we needed to take shots of liquid codeine from a medicine spoon (which I didnt actually take when I had pain from getting my tonsils out, but instead saved so everyone could enjoy it). That mixed with hookah and other substances led to complete blackouts for most people involved, and to me running headfirst into the elevator door.

My 22nd bday. Unfortunately I didn't make it out quite as long as I would have liked, but I think it was still an impressive showing. Apparently having a mixed drink from my liter beer mug was a bad idea, who knew. I blame that mixed drink for me falling head first down my stairs on the way to the bar, for saying I had to go to the bathroom and leaving Brats through the emergency exit door to go to Ians at 11pm, for falling again in the middle of Langdon st. while holding my Ians and having some random guys help me up, and for being passed out in bed before 1130pm.

Senior year halloween. It may have been two more trifecta nights, which is probably why so many great things happened. First, lets start with the first night. I know I danced on my counter in my tiny outfit, was part of 2 fishbowls after I was already blacked out, tackled Mike in Brats, forced Mike to pull my slip up and tuck it into my bra, woke Amanda up twice by bursting in her room and dropping my blanket so that I was completely naked (while one of those times was me screaming about how Matt just left in the midst of hooking up, while in reality he told me he was going to the bathroom and could hear me the whole time I bitched about him). Now onto the second night. Me and Annie attacked a man on stilts (probably almost killed him), stole things from random people and ran away as they chased us, I propositioned Bushwacka and told him I wanted to have sex with him, Mike found me outside of Brats by myself beating up an ATM machine and I continued to kick at it as he pulled me away, I left my debit card laying in the middle of the stairs in my apt. building, and then almost burnt down my apt. by throwing every type of meat I could into the oven and then falling asleep (which probably would have actually burnt down if it werent for Scott and Matt coming over to my place to find it).

Random night from Sophmore year when I worked at the State and possibly the most blacked out I have EVER been my whole life. First off, I only remember things from the beginning of this night and hte last 5 or 6 hours I have had filled in as much as I can from people, however, there is still a big chunk missing that I will never know what happened, but here goes. Obviously I started drinking at the State while I was working and by about 11pm I was completely blacked out. I found out from my co-workers that when we closed at around 3am I ran across the street to Ians and traded them alcohol from the bar for pizza. Then I brought the pizza to an a-bar with people from work where I tried to play beer pong but was so terrible that the people I was playing against would just pretend like I was making them so that the game would get done quicker. They also said I was still wearing my apron during the entire a-bar. This is then where everything gets kinda up in the air. I some how made it from the a-bar to my apt and I have no idea how or who I was with. I started banging on my apt door at 6am and TJ opened the door to me and a random guy and I feel into him and told him to get rid of the guy. So, without saying anything, TJ just slammed the door in his face. I found out that it wasnt any of my co-workers from the a-bar, so either it was a cab driver who had to help me to my apt. or it was a stranger I met while walking back to my place (knowing me it was probably a homeless man or huge creeper I met walking home). I then told TJ to help me get my food out of my purse and he looked in it and found a meatball sandwhich. But this was not a normal meatball sandwhich from silvermine's or anywhere remotely normal, it was wrapped in tinfoil and looked to be homemade. So who knows where the hell I found that from (probably from my homeless friend I picked up, but I don't want to think that cause i think I actually ate some of it...I am disgusting). Then TJ got too annoyed with me cause it was 6 in the morning and I was a mess so he went back to his room and left me in the kitchen. He then heard me rummaging through the cupboard and heard me spilling stuff everywhere and came back out to the kittchen where I had spilled an entire box of cereal on the floor and was trying to sweep it up, obviously not succedding and just making tons of noise. Finally, TJ said he had never seen anything like it b4, because in the midsy of speaking to him I just fell backwards onto the counter and completely passed out. I woke up on the counter at 11am very confused and wanting to die and that is all I know. I still don't know where I got the sandwhich, who brought me home, and on top of all of this I lost the money I made that night (or I should say the money I stole that night), my shoes and sweatshirt, my favorite earrings, and most importantly any sort of self respect I had left.

Terrace Friday (quite possibly the best of all of them). Meeting at the terrace at around 4 and drinking about 30 pitchers and smoking 5 rounds of hookah until 9pm. Then wandering back to the equinox with a few stops to jump in a fountain and buy frosting which would soon be thrown of the balcony into the bushes of the halfway house. Then, getting back to the Equinox at 9pm with Gina already dry heaving/throwing up in the bathroom and inviting everyone (esp. Josh) into the bathroom with her as she switched from dry heaving to talking about how big her boobs looked in her shirt that day. And ending with everyone, except Tali, passing out at around 9pm...what a day :)

Wow that was a lot of stuff and I could go on so much longer, but we have had some amazing times. There are so many other drunken incidents I could talk about; waking up to Mike naked and cupping his balls on our leather couch, getting kicked out of the Gritty for stealing glasses and getting caught and then doing it again and refusing to leave, drinking in the same booth for 7 straight hours at Brats and not realizing how drunk Annie is and allowing her to go home with Caldis which resulted in her peeing in his bed (sorry I had to mention it!), drinking 3 Liters of Carlo Rossi and then quiting my job in the mornning cause i was so hungover, Annie getting brought home by the cops after she made out with the grossest guy ever, lost all her belongings, and fell head first on state st. (ateast she thinks thats what happened), Annie doing a strip tease for a stage 9 clinger in the rain in her backyard after the Essen Haus, and finally many instances involving ridcuolous amounts of ranch and inapproriate text messages that ussually have to do with rape or poop. Whew that was a lot of work....so worth all the memories tho!!