Aw, thanks for all the nameday wishes guys, that was real nice.
I had a pretty good night, though I think my liver will be sulking for awhile. I got fairly hammered Friday night, figuring that post-midnight was a good enough time to get my celebration going. But all that drinking paled in comparison to Saturday night. My friends and I did a progressive. I guess this is a tradition at Carleton College. The idea is, you get maybe 10 people who all live by each other, and you progress from house to house. Each person hosts a drink at their place, and creativity is encouraged. So basically, you go from house to house doing shots or playing drinking games. At its finest, apparently, these thigs proceed at a rather brisk pace, but my crew is a bit sluggish. Thank god, or who knows how fucked up we'd have gotten. I think I did about 5 shots of vodka at the first stop (I have terrible luck in drinking games) and a big ol' dose of champagne (others were drinking champagne and guiness, which was apparently Humphrey Bogart's favorite drink), and then we progressed to the park, where we dutifully consumed the rather vile jiggly goo that my jello shots had become (good thing I brought a spoon! it was black cherry vodka soup!) along with shots of "purple motherfucker" (at that point, the creator of the purple motherfuckers was drunk enough that she couldn't remember what was in them). Then we progressed to a house, where we had some excellent margaritas, then on to the next place, where we had bloody marys, and then ended up, very drunk, at a house with mimosas. Keep in mind, there was a sense that everything had to be consumed before one could progress, and no one had been sure how many people were coming, so everyone had to pitch in and drink extra at most stops. And people were also toting along cases of beer to drink on the way. We got so fucking shitty that we ended up taking a cab 6 blocks just to get to our respective homes. Of course, we waited for the cab for almost an hour. Awesome.
Luckily, I had placed a full water bottle by my bed. I apparently drank it upon arriving home - I don't remember that part so much. But I got up in the middle of the night, and refilled it. I think all that hydration explains why I leapt out of bed and kicked some fucking ass at the puzzle. And then bounced out to get some wonderful eggs benedict. Then I kinda deflated, I must admit. So I went out with some friends on an adventure to buy myself a little present, which unfortunately ended up being rather disappointing, and I can't return the damn thing. Argh. Then I made myself some quesadillas, and set to work composing an assignment and handout to teach college freshmen how to organize a paper. Oooof. And now, I'm gonna read some more Ulysses!
The shadow of Renn Fayre definitely hung over the weekend. I'm really bummed that I didn't go, but on the other hand, I'm consoling myself by planning to spend a full week in Portland, and perhaps expand the trip to include Seattle and LA. So many people to see! And man do I love being on the road. Since I decided not to buy an apartment, I've been fighting this incredible temptation to buy a car. A new car, even. Since I only gotta move one more time this summer, I could even buy a cute sporty car, fuck worrying about trunk space. It's very, very tempting.
It's funny that I spent all this time working out how to teach structure and then proceeded to write such a poorly structured entry. Ha! This is MY blog, suckas! I do what I want!
I had a pretty good night, though I think my liver will be sulking for awhile. I got fairly hammered Friday night, figuring that post-midnight was a good enough time to get my celebration going. But all that drinking paled in comparison to Saturday night. My friends and I did a progressive. I guess this is a tradition at Carleton College. The idea is, you get maybe 10 people who all live by each other, and you progress from house to house. Each person hosts a drink at their place, and creativity is encouraged. So basically, you go from house to house doing shots or playing drinking games. At its finest, apparently, these thigs proceed at a rather brisk pace, but my crew is a bit sluggish. Thank god, or who knows how fucked up we'd have gotten. I think I did about 5 shots of vodka at the first stop (I have terrible luck in drinking games) and a big ol' dose of champagne (others were drinking champagne and guiness, which was apparently Humphrey Bogart's favorite drink), and then we progressed to the park, where we dutifully consumed the rather vile jiggly goo that my jello shots had become (good thing I brought a spoon! it was black cherry vodka soup!) along with shots of "purple motherfucker" (at that point, the creator of the purple motherfuckers was drunk enough that she couldn't remember what was in them). Then we progressed to a house, where we had some excellent margaritas, then on to the next place, where we had bloody marys, and then ended up, very drunk, at a house with mimosas. Keep in mind, there was a sense that everything had to be consumed before one could progress, and no one had been sure how many people were coming, so everyone had to pitch in and drink extra at most stops. And people were also toting along cases of beer to drink on the way. We got so fucking shitty that we ended up taking a cab 6 blocks just to get to our respective homes. Of course, we waited for the cab for almost an hour. Awesome.
Luckily, I had placed a full water bottle by my bed. I apparently drank it upon arriving home - I don't remember that part so much. But I got up in the middle of the night, and refilled it. I think all that hydration explains why I leapt out of bed and kicked some fucking ass at the puzzle. And then bounced out to get some wonderful eggs benedict. Then I kinda deflated, I must admit. So I went out with some friends on an adventure to buy myself a little present, which unfortunately ended up being rather disappointing, and I can't return the damn thing. Argh. Then I made myself some quesadillas, and set to work composing an assignment and handout to teach college freshmen how to organize a paper. Oooof. And now, I'm gonna read some more Ulysses!
The shadow of Renn Fayre definitely hung over the weekend. I'm really bummed that I didn't go, but on the other hand, I'm consoling myself by planning to spend a full week in Portland, and perhaps expand the trip to include Seattle and LA. So many people to see! And man do I love being on the road. Since I decided not to buy an apartment, I've been fighting this incredible temptation to buy a car. A new car, even. Since I only gotta move one more time this summer, I could even buy a cute sporty car, fuck worrying about trunk space. It's very, very tempting.
It's funny that I spent all this time working out how to teach structure and then proceeded to write such a poorly structured entry. Ha! This is MY blog, suckas! I do what I want!
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Damn you tequila!!