The very last thing our captain B. did last night before sending us off for our very first free day was give us a very serious speech about what he expected from us the next day.
"What you said the very first week here, was that you wanted me and Cpt. W to treat you like colleagues, because that's what you are. So we have gone out of our way to give you the opportunity to dispose tomorrow at your own fashion. Make sure to take advantage of that, and let us not hear from 3rd that 4th division was out drinking and sleeping until two in the afternoon. Have we made the right decision?"
"Yes, captain!"
It took me less than four hours to reach a reasonable level of intoxication. Another six hours later I had cock-blocked one of the other cadettes, made out with a girl and almost gotten thrown out from the club for being too drunk.
Today I am post ridiculously drunk.
Yet my biggest issue is that I met Ace out yesterday. I remember meeting him at the club and sitting down with a beer. I remember his usual smirk and I remember regretting seeing him when being so drunk.
Then I woke up in my bed the next morning.
In between those two events everything is blank. The mystery deepened when I found no less than four text messages from Frida from lest night asking where I was and how I felt. When calling her she said that I had gone missing and that she had heard that I had been thrown out or that "some guy" had taken me home.
Oh no.
One more phone call and my suspicions were confirmed. That "some guy" was Ace. As I got the details of what had happened in between my blank points I sank deeper and deeper into the couch.
Epic fail.
I am not going to go into deeper details about what happened, but I can tell you it was hard to look him in the eyes today at dinner.
Edit: Now the Cadet invited me over to his place in Uppsala. He just wants some nookie, but I couldn't really think of a good excuse to say no. It's not like I have anything better to do anyway, and to be honest I am in the mood for some myself.
"What you said the very first week here, was that you wanted me and Cpt. W to treat you like colleagues, because that's what you are. So we have gone out of our way to give you the opportunity to dispose tomorrow at your own fashion. Make sure to take advantage of that, and let us not hear from 3rd that 4th division was out drinking and sleeping until two in the afternoon. Have we made the right decision?"
"Yes, captain!"
It took me less than four hours to reach a reasonable level of intoxication. Another six hours later I had cock-blocked one of the other cadettes, made out with a girl and almost gotten thrown out from the club for being too drunk.
Today I am post ridiculously drunk.
Yet my biggest issue is that I met Ace out yesterday. I remember meeting him at the club and sitting down with a beer. I remember his usual smirk and I remember regretting seeing him when being so drunk.
Then I woke up in my bed the next morning.
In between those two events everything is blank. The mystery deepened when I found no less than four text messages from Frida from lest night asking where I was and how I felt. When calling her she said that I had gone missing and that she had heard that I had been thrown out or that "some guy" had taken me home.
Oh no.
One more phone call and my suspicions were confirmed. That "some guy" was Ace. As I got the details of what had happened in between my blank points I sank deeper and deeper into the couch.
Epic fail.
I am not going to go into deeper details about what happened, but I can tell you it was hard to look him in the eyes today at dinner.
Edit: Now the Cadet invited me over to his place in Uppsala. He just wants some nookie, but I couldn't really think of a good excuse to say no. It's not like I have anything better to do anyway, and to be honest I am in the mood for some myself.
I feel for ya on accidentally getting that drunk and getting to a point you might not have wanted to get to, it's happened to me on a few different occasions and might again some day, all you can do is remember that everyone does it from time to time and life is to short to worry that much about it.