Where did my alcohol tolerance go?
I may not be in college anymore, but in the last month I’ve definitely had some strange collegesque happenings. I guess they are mostly related to being on a college campus for most of the last month, but either way it’s pretty strange. I illegally entered a bar by jumping over some patio railing, I saw a bar fight (it wasn’t quite Roadhouse, but it was funny nonetheless), I drank crown in the student union of a dry campus at 3am, and more recently, I crashed a party across the street from my house and ended the night like a bulimic that wants to look like Kate Moss - not my finest moment. The first few happenings are old news and I guess somewhat expected if you’re going to be near a bunch of college students, but the party crashing night was totally random.
We started the night by attending a coworker’s 50th birthday party. It was a pretty damn awesome party too. He had all the party elements: party games (horseshoes, croquet), a band (they played a couple sets - not my kind of music, but I’m also not 50 and it was still enjoyable), food and drink (barbeque, desserts, beer, wine), and interesting people (not many lame-o’s in this group). Good times, good times. After the party we headed back to my place to catch up with some other friends, sit around and watch Mr. Show Season 4 and possibly play some poker. Once we got home, we noticed that there was a party going on across the street where our new neighbors had moved in. Kat decided that we should crash the party and introduce ourselves to these people, since we had seen them before and knew they were somewhat around our age. It turned out to be a pretty good time. I think we freaked them out a bit, but in the end they seemed to warm up to us. I just had a few too many drinks (or maybe it was the everclear jello shots?? It’s a mystery to everyone). Either way, I suffered for it. I woke up twenty minutes into my soccer game on Sunday. I crawled my ass out of bed and got halfway to the field before I realized that I forgot my soccer shoes. Nightmare. I made it to the game by halftime, held it together enough to finish out the game and we lost in the last two minutes of the game, 0-2. I wasn’t excited to be alive anymore. Apparently I’m starting to get old. I remember way back to last summer, where I stayed up all night drinking and still managed to play the game of my life the next morning. What ever happened to those days?
Comments
Comment from gus away from the metroplaza
Date: October 20, 2004, 2:49 pm
Aww jim, thanks for the kind words. You’re a sweetheart. You couldn’t have gotten all the recessive traits though, otherwise I wouldn’t have to rely on your memory to remember things that happened in my childhood. And way to trick me into following a link to a NSFW location (it really was funny, I L.O.L.ed). B.T.W.: This is your reminder that you should read fark.
Comment from Jim B
Date: October 19, 2004, 8:53 pm
Gus, wonderful post! I think I L.O.L’ed like three times. Notice I didn’t use the typical standard “lol” for laughing out loud. I wanted to accentuate the point that we are total f*cking geeks who talk and think in Internet speak. I feel like we are closer than ever now that you are blogging, despite your contention we were separated at birth. The thought of us being separated at birth makes me feel like Danny DeVito in Twins. You know, like I got all the recessive genes and stuff, but ironically, I saw that movie in my misguided youth on my first date with your sister. Anyway, keep up the good work blogging, as it is far more entertaining than mine.