When I walk into my buddy's room and we are all like "What the fuck are we doing with our lives...?" It was good two day bender.
Friday was a promotion party for our buddy Alex, homemade alcohol, minibikes, shotgunned beers and then the bars soon after. Wierd night, after last night I barely remember it. Canadian Nurses, Brazillians, and Jaeger Bombs.
OH! I remember now. Okay, so Mark, one of the Canadian Nurses, and myself are walking from the gate to the barracks. We see these two people, one female and one male. The dude is straining to get her going, since she can't really move under her own power. We're thinking they're fucked up. Just because we are like that, though, we ask. "You guys all right?" The guy's like "No, she's not." Turns out she hasn't eaten solid food or slept in months, she claims. She had gone to the ER the night before and has now passed out and vomited. The guy was taking her to the Air Force CQ (the 24-hour make sure the place doesn't get burnt down guy), which was a good half mile from where we were at. We're like "Dude, let's take her to ours," which is only like 200 meters from where we found them. So me and this dude carry the girl to CQ (No small feat, the Air Force has considerably looser weight control standards than the Army--ouch! My back!) while Mark runs ahead and lets CQ know what's up. So the cops, fire department, and ambulance head on in. She gets taken care of, and then I try to go to my room.
It's locked.
It seems that the building I just moved into was formerly for privates. They lock the doors after like 1am. SO I go down to get it unlocked and my buddy Hoffman gets popped for Public intoxication.
Craziness.
So I get up, watch a bit of Germany's domination of Sweden, then we go to the Brit for Argentina/Mexico. Mexico deserved the win, but Argentina was the better team in overtime and won it deservedly. We kept drinking and fuck. I barely remember... Yoy.
Fuck. Cheers.
Friday was a promotion party for our buddy Alex, homemade alcohol, minibikes, shotgunned beers and then the bars soon after. Wierd night, after last night I barely remember it. Canadian Nurses, Brazillians, and Jaeger Bombs.
OH! I remember now. Okay, so Mark, one of the Canadian Nurses, and myself are walking from the gate to the barracks. We see these two people, one female and one male. The dude is straining to get her going, since she can't really move under her own power. We're thinking they're fucked up. Just because we are like that, though, we ask. "You guys all right?" The guy's like "No, she's not." Turns out she hasn't eaten solid food or slept in months, she claims. She had gone to the ER the night before and has now passed out and vomited. The guy was taking her to the Air Force CQ (the 24-hour make sure the place doesn't get burnt down guy), which was a good half mile from where we were at. We're like "Dude, let's take her to ours," which is only like 200 meters from where we found them. So me and this dude carry the girl to CQ (No small feat, the Air Force has considerably looser weight control standards than the Army--ouch! My back!) while Mark runs ahead and lets CQ know what's up. So the cops, fire department, and ambulance head on in. She gets taken care of, and then I try to go to my room.
It's locked.
It seems that the building I just moved into was formerly for privates. They lock the doors after like 1am. SO I go down to get it unlocked and my buddy Hoffman gets popped for Public intoxication.
Craziness.
So I get up, watch a bit of Germany's domination of Sweden, then we go to the Brit for Argentina/Mexico. Mexico deserved the win, but Argentina was the better team in overtime and won it deservedly. We kept drinking and fuck. I barely remember... Yoy.
Fuck. Cheers.