Oh Sweet Nectar
Brooke brought to my attention yesterday that I haven't blogged in a while. Well, she's right. I haven't blogged in a while. And this morning I was supposed to be at work at 8 am. Well, I came in at 9. Cause I hit the bar a little too hard last night. Makes me think of the first time I got plastered (in college). So here it is. In all of it's entirety.
Three years ago, I was attending, Temple University in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I also decided that it would be a good idea to pledge a sorority my first semester freshman year. And we all know what the leads to, binge drinking and promiscuous sex. Sex, I didn't fall into that so much. Drinking, however, I fell into that like it was a swimming pool of beer and I was balancing myself on the edge. It was fabulous. I still love it to this day. But hell, this was underage drinking. There was an aura to it. There was a sense of danger, if I got caught, I'd get into a lot of trouble. I liked that feeling. I wanted to have it all the time. So here's my story:
It's the second or third week at school, I rushed, got into Delta Zeta. It's a Saturday night. Since it's still early in the semester, you're still hanging out with all the people who live on your floor and in your building. I'm with maybe 5 or 6 people from my dorm, and we're walking up and down Broad Street looking for a party. It's a blackout night for frats, which means that they can't party at all, since they just took pledges. So Saturday night, we're 18, that means there's nothing to do. We could go out to Penn or Drexel, but who wants to pay for a cab?
While walking on Broad Street, one of my new sisters comes up to me, asks me what I'm doing, to which I naively reply, "I'm looking for a party." She looks at me and laughs at me a little bit, (come on, one look at me screamed Freshman) and tells me to come with her to her apartment. So I go. There is drinking, sisters, everything. We're drinking beer, doing shots, everything. All of a sudden, the hard liquor runs out, fine you know, cause there's still a keg, but a bunch of us were doing shots. One of my sisters, Anita, says, "there's no more vodka, but I do have that home made liquor that Christine left here." We take it out and basically start doing shots of moonshine. Shot after shot after shot. Finally, around 3am I stumble home. My roommate went home for the weekend, but she IMs me as soon as I take off my away message. Her name was Stef. This is how the conversation roughly went:
S: How was your night?
A: giood, i drianke a littike
S: What?
(two minutes later)
A: I drank
A: I don't feel so well
S: Don't throw up in the room, my parents are coming tomorrow.
A: Okay.
(15 minutes later)
S: Alli, you okay?
A: I threw up a little.
S: WHERE?
A: Well, remember when we got the newspaper the other day, and we left it on the floor?
S: Yeh...
A: Good thing it was there. Cause I'm like a puppy, train me and I'll go on the paper.
S: ALLI ! THE ROOM IS GOING TO SMELL !! My parents are coming !!
A: It was just a little, I made it to the bathroom. I already threw out the paper, washed the spot with bleach, and febreezed the whole room. No one will know anything.
S: Where did you learn all this?
A: Elementary, my dear Stefani. Elementary.
I swear that's how the conversation went. Because I have it saved on my computer. I'm so slick and suave, and I can throw up on the paper.
So yeh. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
PS: Halloween party tonight !!
Three years ago, I was attending, Temple University in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I also decided that it would be a good idea to pledge a sorority my first semester freshman year. And we all know what the leads to, binge drinking and promiscuous sex. Sex, I didn't fall into that so much. Drinking, however, I fell into that like it was a swimming pool of beer and I was balancing myself on the edge. It was fabulous. I still love it to this day. But hell, this was underage drinking. There was an aura to it. There was a sense of danger, if I got caught, I'd get into a lot of trouble. I liked that feeling. I wanted to have it all the time. So here's my story:
It's the second or third week at school, I rushed, got into Delta Zeta. It's a Saturday night. Since it's still early in the semester, you're still hanging out with all the people who live on your floor and in your building. I'm with maybe 5 or 6 people from my dorm, and we're walking up and down Broad Street looking for a party. It's a blackout night for frats, which means that they can't party at all, since they just took pledges. So Saturday night, we're 18, that means there's nothing to do. We could go out to Penn or Drexel, but who wants to pay for a cab?
While walking on Broad Street, one of my new sisters comes up to me, asks me what I'm doing, to which I naively reply, "I'm looking for a party." She looks at me and laughs at me a little bit, (come on, one look at me screamed Freshman) and tells me to come with her to her apartment. So I go. There is drinking, sisters, everything. We're drinking beer, doing shots, everything. All of a sudden, the hard liquor runs out, fine you know, cause there's still a keg, but a bunch of us were doing shots. One of my sisters, Anita, says, "there's no more vodka, but I do have that home made liquor that Christine left here." We take it out and basically start doing shots of moonshine. Shot after shot after shot. Finally, around 3am I stumble home. My roommate went home for the weekend, but she IMs me as soon as I take off my away message. Her name was Stef. This is how the conversation roughly went:
S: How was your night?
A: giood, i drianke a littike
S: What?
(two minutes later)
A: I drank
A: I don't feel so well
S: Don't throw up in the room, my parents are coming tomorrow.
A: Okay.
(15 minutes later)
S: Alli, you okay?
A: I threw up a little.
S: WHERE?
A: Well, remember when we got the newspaper the other day, and we left it on the floor?
S: Yeh...
A: Good thing it was there. Cause I'm like a puppy, train me and I'll go on the paper.
S: ALLI ! THE ROOM IS GOING TO SMELL !! My parents are coming !!
A: It was just a little, I made it to the bathroom. I already threw out the paper, washed the spot with bleach, and febreezed the whole room. No one will know anything.
S: Where did you learn all this?
A: Elementary, my dear Stefani. Elementary.
I swear that's how the conversation went. Because I have it saved on my computer. I'm so slick and suave, and I can throw up on the paper.
So yeh. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
PS: Halloween party tonight !!
posted by Allison at 6:59 AM
1 Comments:
My roommate Debbie, who, thank goodness for her, I was very fond of, threw up on our beds one night when I was home for the weekend. In a moment of flash brilliance one day we decided that we would have much more space in the dorm if we pushed the beds together head to toe.
This great idea led to not one but two beds convenient for throwing up on.
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