A Recent Blackout

So last night it appears that I became a wee bit intoxicated. While I do not remember everything that happened, here are some of the highlights. The night began in a typical fashion with most of BOX rolling out together to white street. Everyone dressed pretty normally, me in red (the pattern could be described as plaid, but certainly defined as obnoxious) pants , Shawn Kemp jersey, christmas tie, and jean jacket. When we arrived at the white house I was very disgruntled to discover a very limited supply of liquor. The only liquor that was around was being heavily guarded, much to my dismay. I then decided after taking five or six pulls of peppermint schnapps that drastic actions needed to be made in order for me to acheive my full drunk potential of the night. I then went to campus corner and picked up a pint of Crown Russe, went back to white and made a decision that would lead to blackout.

I sat down on the couch next to Zola and decided that the pint needed to be finished before I left the couch. This is when things begin to get a little hazy. I noticed halfway through the pint, about ten minutes later that I was begining to get a little drunk. I vaguely remember making small talk with some Canadian girl that Steve was trying to bone. After about fifteen more minutes the pint was finished and I was sufficiently drunk to make an ass out of myself. I don't really remember enough after this to continue on in a sufficent manner so I'm going to just list off some events.

Apparently, Zola and I left the white house and went to Campus Corner again to buy another pint of Crown Russe. After that we went to Bells where things got offensive. I ordered the standard large walk-in special and pulled out my pint and just started boozing in one of the booths with some starngers. Needless to say after about a minute they left probably because me and Zola were being creepy. As we were leaving I vaguely remember somehow offending David Cone. Not sure what I said, but I can imagine it was humorous to no one but me.

I then woke up at around 10:00am with my senior year highschool football highlight film on. Apparently from what has been told to me, after Bells Zola and I stopped in at the Pike senior house. No one knows what took place there except Zola fell down their stairs and I assume we were asked to leave. Upon returning to BOX Barty told me that I fell over and started flailing around and kicked over the trashcan in the living room. After rolling in the trash for a bit I went upstairs and apparently put on the highlight film to relive old memories of the bench. Overall it was a termendous night I think.

My girlfriend Stephanie was not quite as amused as I was. Apparently I called her multiple times and was offensive to various degrees (one time using the word uncouth in my defense). Some of my finer text messages sent that night included "I want to invade your wetness" to Stephi and "I am a mess" to my longtime friend Joel. Also I find it triumphant that it is almost 5:00pm and I have yet to put on any semblance of clothing apart from a blanket.