so last night, was saturday, and i decided to get drunk. because thats what you do on saturday nights. anyways, my friend didn't get me a 30, so i had to drink hard alcohol. first mistake. my other friend gave me a doubleshot shot glass with a jager symbol because i lost mine. second mistake. my third mistake was realizing that you could actyually fit 3 shots in it; and that thinking it was a good idea to do 3 shots.
we started drinking kinda late, 9pm. everyone was taking shots and playing madden before we were bouta go out. uconn beat usf, so it was gonna be a good night, tons of huge parties, halloween weekend; na mean? anyways, i take a few shots, like 5 or 6 in my friends room. its 930. kinda a lot in a short period of time. time goes by, i go back into my room, play some guitar hero.
my friends we're waiting for finally get here, i'm pumped, decide to fill up my shot glass. 3 shots. downed. for some reason i feel like its a good idea to do that again, twice. retarded idea. then i stop remembering. this morning i wake up at 830, i feel kinda like shit. i'm not in my bed, but on my couch. my chin hurts. i can't see well. i go back to sleep, 2 hours later, everyone is waking up.
my friend wakes up. kinda laughs. i asked him if i threw up. yea. a lot. fuck. apparently, we tried to go out, we got separated from the group, so it was 3 of us instead of like 7. i guess i had to pee so i ran into the woods. i hit a fucking tree, fell over, and started to puke. my friends didn't even notice i was gone. some girls were yelling and laughing at me, so they turned around and went to find me. they carried me home, and i guess i was randomly stumbling around bymyself at some point.
once i got back to my room, i had to piss again. of course. i made it to the bathroom (i have a suite so its like right here), and took a piss. but, apparently i fell in the bathroom, broke the toilet paper holder which is bolted into the wall. my chin is sliced, i was bleeding everywhere. there was blood on the walls, the floor, my blanket; my friend taped a paper towel to my face. i guess i fell on my couch, but i had to throw up bad. a lot. so after throwing up on my futon, i made it to the trashcan. i threw that shit out this morning. gross as fuck. then i guess i managed to get back to the couch and pass the fuck out.
3am. fire alarm. who the fuck pulls a firealarm at 3 in the fucking morning. all my friends made it back by then. one of them slept through it. i guess i made it outside. everyone was just chillin outside. apparenlty i got bored or something, said to no one in particular "fuck this" and just walked back into the building around the same time the cops/firemen came. i just passed the fuck out after that.
i woke up this morning, cleaned everything. flipped over the futon, washed the sheet on it, cleaned up the floor, trash cans, pizza boxes. cleaned out the shot glasses, eventually showered, went to eat. now i'm exhausted. its weird because even though i feel like shit, its not that bad. i can't play guitarhero though because it would fuck up my head real bad, so i'm just loungin on the couch watchin the giants game.
overall, a good night. and a good story to tell. jager is magically delicious. too delicious.