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coyotesuspectTonight, I ran through the streets of Chicago barefoot, while drunk, in a thunderstorm to jump into Lake Michigan.
It would be a better story if I jumped naked into Lake Michigan. But then, I feel like most stories are better stories if they happen while naked.
Oh yeah, I totally just aced that job interview. While naked.
The lake jumping was, of course, after the dancing in a thunderstorm on a porch to Britney Spears part of the evening.
Still, I don't think jumping into a lake during a thunderstorm while drunk is the stupidest thing I've done. But I admit it's pretty stupid.
It's also pretty awesome. \o/
***
(Said in a British accent): Now, imagine all you've ever heard of music- your entire conception of music- was listening to Britney Spears' "Hit Me Again" over and over again. And that was music to you. Then your friend takes you to an opera, and that- that- is what American baseball is to cricket.
***
New hobby: Making the grad students I drink with feel very, very old.
(from last night)
Grad student: You! *points at me* When were you born?
Me: 91.
Him: Jesus fucking Christ. I was in grade 12. *pours another shot of whiskey*
And various permutations of that conversation continued with that grad student (and with other grad students) throughout the night and into this evening's festivities.
***
I was, however, not the drunkest person around tonight. On the saferide (student drunk van) back to my dorm, we stopped to pick some other students outside another apartment building. One kid was lying on the ground, and the drunk van driver watched with interest as his friends tried various attempts of waking him up, rolling him over, etc. Until an entire troop of people came out of the building, took him by the legs and the arms, picked him up, and hauled him back into the apartment building.
***
There is a reason (at least on my part) for all this drunken carousing. Yesterday, the student group I'm involved in put on a massive festival with free live music, arts and crafts, community resource tables and workshops, and free lunch and dinner for 400 people in the local community. I was up and running around from 8:30 in the morning till midnight (the festival was done at 7, and we were done with clean up by 9, but the celebratory drinking afterwards lasted for a bit). I did everything from holding coffee to chopping vegetables to looking over contracts to counting attendees to serving food to face painting to running messages to hauling supplies to helping to figure out where the tents should be set up. I think at one point I also briefly fell asleep in the shade when no one needed me to do anything.
And, next year, I'm going to be in charge of the entire thing. D:
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But I'll worry about that next year! Now, I have to worry about finals. (Oh god. Finals.)
Or, really, now I have to worry about sleep.
It would be a better story if I jumped naked into Lake Michigan. But then, I feel like most stories are better stories if they happen while naked.
Oh yeah, I totally just aced that job interview. While naked.
The lake jumping was, of course, after the dancing in a thunderstorm on a porch to Britney Spears part of the evening.
Still, I don't think jumping into a lake during a thunderstorm while drunk is the stupidest thing I've done. But I admit it's pretty stupid.
It's also pretty awesome. \o/
***
(Said in a British accent): Now, imagine all you've ever heard of music- your entire conception of music- was listening to Britney Spears' "Hit Me Again" over and over again. And that was music to you. Then your friend takes you to an opera, and that- that- is what American baseball is to cricket.
***
New hobby: Making the grad students I drink with feel very, very old.
(from last night)
Grad student: You! *points at me* When were you born?
Me: 91.
Him: Jesus fucking Christ. I was in grade 12. *pours another shot of whiskey*
And various permutations of that conversation continued with that grad student (and with other grad students) throughout the night and into this evening's festivities.
***
I was, however, not the drunkest person around tonight. On the saferide (student drunk van) back to my dorm, we stopped to pick some other students outside another apartment building. One kid was lying on the ground, and the drunk van driver watched with interest as his friends tried various attempts of waking him up, rolling him over, etc. Until an entire troop of people came out of the building, took him by the legs and the arms, picked him up, and hauled him back into the apartment building.
***
There is a reason (at least on my part) for all this drunken carousing. Yesterday, the student group I'm involved in put on a massive festival with free live music, arts and crafts, community resource tables and workshops, and free lunch and dinner for 400 people in the local community. I was up and running around from 8:30 in the morning till midnight (the festival was done at 7, and we were done with clean up by 9, but the celebratory drinking afterwards lasted for a bit). I did everything from holding coffee to chopping vegetables to looking over contracts to counting attendees to serving food to face painting to running messages to hauling supplies to helping to figure out where the tents should be set up. I think at one point I also briefly fell asleep in the shade when no one needed me to do anything.
And, next year, I'm going to be in charge of the entire thing. D:
***
But I'll worry about that next year! Now, I have to worry about finals. (Oh god. Finals.)
Or, really, now I have to worry about sleep.
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:20 am (UTC)So, which is worse: the drunk person who doesn't know better, or the sober person who does know better, and does it anyway?
THAT IS VERY SAD. D: BEING DRUNK IS QUITE FUN. NOT AS FUN AS OTHER THINGS, BUT STILL. AN ENJOYABLE EXPERIENCE WHICH I WOULD RECOMMEND TO EVERYONE. MY POOR MOM JUST FALLS ASLEEP ANY TIME SHE'S HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK. (read: two wine coolers)
*lavishes back*
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:25 am (UTC)I'VE HAD TWO WINE COOLERS ONCE. I HAD MY OWN AND THEN I DRANK MY FRIEND'S BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T LIKE HERS. AND NOTHING HAPPENED TO ME. *WEEPS*
*kisses your forehead*
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:27 am (UTC)Yeah, but, I think the only person who gets tipsy off two wine coolers is my mom. SO PERHAPS YOU HAVE JUST NEVER CONSUMED ENOUGH ALCOHOL.
(lol, advising you to drink more. Bad person, am I.)
*purrs and cuddles against*
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:30 am (UTC)*pets* Alcohol tolerance is a good thing, sweetie. It means you won't be the annoying friend who gets too drunk too fast that everyone else has to look after.
LOL THIS ICON HAS NEVER BEEN MORE APPROPRIATE. WHERE IS![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:38 am (UTC)THERE'S TOLERANCE. And then there's three shots a jager plus a shot of some sort of japanese alcohol (not sake) that no one liked because it tasted like crap and THE ONLY EFFECT IS NEEDING TO PEE, while the one of the girls I was drinking with start going on about how boobs are awesome and amazing BUT SHE'S STRAIGHT, REALLY XD *sigh* *needs to drink more*
LOL, YOUR ICON. TIS CUTE XD
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:45 am (UTC)one of the girls I was drinking with start going on about how boobs are awesome and amazing BUT SHE'S STRAIGHT, REALLY
*cracks up* Omg, drunk girls are the same all around the world. I know those girls! I have made out with those girls when they decided they wanted to experiment!
Wow, I'm just giving the worst advice ever.
Hee I love this icon.
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Date: 2010-05-31 10:00 am (UTC)IT IS SAD THAT YOU'RE ALL THE WAY ACROSS AN OCEAN. AT LEAST COY WILL BE 3-4 HOURS AWAY ONCE SHE FLIES BACK TO CALI.
ALCOHOL IS THE GREAT UNIFIER!
...is it bad advice to tell me to make out with girls? Cause I like that advice!
*needs an alcohol icon*
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Date: 2010-05-31 10:08 am (UTC)STUPID OCEAN *shakes fist at it*
LOL IT'S SO TRUE.
No, making out with girls is awesome and everyone should do it. I meant the DRINK MOAR philosophy. And making out with drunk straight girls isn't always a good idea. It can be fun for everyone involved but it can also lead to angst and rejection and awkwardness.