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Is there anything better than waking up still drunk with two beautiful girls in your house that have a hungover bowl already packed?
Just missing a plate of bacon.
I got a full thing of free bacon at 6:30am last night from the hotel bar. We asked how much it was and I'm pretty sure she just looked at how drunk we were and took pity on us. Bacon has never tasted so good though.
Oh. And I'm hungover is shit today. Ugh. Caffeineeeeee.
Same here, I don't think I've ever been this hungover. It sucks
I've definitely been worse. But doing what I did at SBTRKT last night mixed with the vodka and beer and like 3 hours sleep.... Yea, I'm feeling fucking rough.
But I'm wearing a space cat sweater, so I've got that going for me.
Post by snowmanomura on Oct 25, 2014 19:44:06 GMT -5
I knew the Tennessee game would be ugly, but im further into the whiskey than id hoped id be at this point. Gotta keep enough in the tank for the asu game tonight.
While I'd reckon it's true that I have a certain tolerance for booze far above my peers, sometimes I feel like they give me too much credit. It isn't always that I can drink more than they can, it's that I'm a better drunken liar than they are.
Gorilla Zoe came into town and it only cost $5...it was definitely a five dollar concert. Pretty sure he played the same song two different times in a 30 minute span and I just started laughing and stopped caring.
16+ hours after waking up from last night and a 3 hour nap in there later & I still feel like shit from last night.
I must be getting old.
What were you doing to get that bad?
Well, I definitely didn't candy flip for the first time in years for SBTRKT if that's what you're asking. (I also only got 8 hours of sleep between Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning, so that doesn't help.)
Well, I definitely didn't candy flip for the first time in years for SBTRKT if that's what you're asking. (I also only got 8 hours of sleep between Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning, so that doesn't help.)
Girl, you need about 5 gallons of water, some ear plugs and blackout curtains.
Well, I definitely didn't candy flip for the first time in years for SBTRKT if that's what you're asking. (I also only got 8 hours of sleep between Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning, so that doesn't help.)
Girl, you need about 5 gallons of water, some ear plugs and blackout curtains.
Check, check, and check. I'm feeling much better now that I actually got some solid, uninterrupted sleep.
Also, black out curtains are the shit. Everyone needs them. They're $20/panel, but soooo worth it. (Especially since I work 3rd shift.)
I enjoy reduction, so here's essentially what more or less happened in the last 24 hours. I dressed up as Rosie the Riveter, put on ruby red lipstick, had four different girls whole-heartedly into spending the rest of the night with me, was ultimately shut down for all four of them by a different girl I sleep with sometimes, told this dude that I "f*cking hate" him, Irish goodbye'd the entire party by crawling out of a window and jumping off the roof of this house. This whole day has been spent at an urgent care clinic helping one of my friends out with something surprisingly unrelated to that party. Now I go to work for many hours.
I enjoy reduction, so here's essentially what more or less happened in the last 24 hours. I dressed up as Rosie the Riveter, put on ruby red lipstick, had four different girls whole-heartedly into spending the rest of the night with me, was ultimately shut down for all four of them by a different girl I sleep with sometimes, told this dude that I "f*cking hate" him, Irish goodbye'd the entire party by crawling out of a window and jumping off the roof of this house. This whole day has been spent at an urgent care clinic helping one of my friends out with something surprisingly unrelated to that party. Now I go to work for many hours.
Sucks as it does, this is the stuff of legends right here.
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I enjoy reduction, so here's essentially what more or less happened in the last 24 hours. I dressed up as Rosie the Riveter, put on ruby red lipstick, had four different girls whole-heartedly into spending the rest of the night with me, was ultimately shut down for all four of them by a different girl I sleep with sometimes, told this dude that I "f*cking hate" him, Irish goodbye'd the entire party by crawling out of a window and jumping off the roof of this house. This whole day has been spent at an urgent care clinic helping one of my friends out with something surprisingly unrelated to that party. Now I go to work for many hours.
Sucks as it does, this is the stuff of legends right here.
I assume it was the roof-jumping. In my experience a good jump always makes an anecdote better. For example, the last time I jumped a fence, my friend and I immediately spoke to the police upon return to the ground. If you're gonna jump a fence protecting a rail yard you've just been trespassing in during the middle of the night while you're kinda drunk, make sure to check what's going on on the other side of the fence because there is a distinct possibility there are two cops watching you make a fool out of yourself as you climb a chain-link fence. Fortunately, as I've previously mentioned, I'm a good drunken liar, so they believed my bullshit, didn't check my pockets, and let me and my friend walk.
Sucks as it does, this is the stuff of legends right here.
I assume it was the roof-jumping. In my experience a good jump always makes an anecdote better. For example, the last time I jumped a fence, my friend and I immediately spoke to the police upon return to the ground. If you're gonna jump a fence protecting a rail yard you've just been trespassing in during the middle of the night while you're kinda drunk, make sure to check what's going on on the other side of the fence because there is a distinct possibility there are two cops watching you make a fool out of yourself as you climb a chain-link fence. Fortunately, as I've previously mentioned, I'm a good drunken liar, so they believed my bullshit, didn't check my pockets, and let me and my friend walk.
I assume it was the roof-jumping. In my experience a good jump always makes an anecdote better. For example, the last time I jumped a fence, my friend and I immediately spoke to the police upon return to the ground. If you're gonna jump a fence protecting a rail yard you've just been trespassing in during the middle of the night while you're kinda drunk, make sure to check what's going on on the other side of the fence because there is a distinct possibility there are two cops watching you make a fool out of yourself as you climb a chain-link fence. Fortunately, as I've previously mentioned, I'm a good drunken liar, so they believed my bullshit, didn't check my pockets, and let me and my friend walk.
Basically, I like to jump.
what was the drunken lie you told the cops?
I handed them my id and told them that I'm not from around here (I still have an Iowa driver's license) and that I was visiting my friend here and that we were just trying to get home so we saw an opening in the fence and decided that it would be quicker and more straightforward, but then once we got too far we realized we had been heading in the wrong direction so we wanted to leave the rail yard and try a different route. The funniest part about this is that there is a bridge that goes over the rail yard and the stairs to that bridge were fifteen feet away from where we were talking to the cops, so when we left we took the bridge and laughed the whole time. Also, I'm not sure about this part since it was three years ago or so, but if I know myself well enough I would bet that I tried to convince the fuzz that I wanted to go that way because I have a penchant walking along the line of mathematical displacement. I think I walk through people's yards and on the street way more than I walk on any sidewalk. The truth was simple: My friend and I enjoy a little risk when we get drunk, so trespassing seemed like the way to go.
Not drunk anymore, but pretty hungover. Just laying in bed wondering why I always wake up so freaking early after a night of over indulgence. You'd think if sleep in, but no. I'm always up way too early for my own good. And now I really just want to go wake everyone up so we can go get our traditional Saturday morning hot mess brunch. I want eggs. And bacon. And pancakes. And COFFEE.
IU had a home game today so I've been drinking since 6am until the game started, and Michigan is probably gonna lose to Northwestern so I'm drunk and in a shitty mood (especially since IU lost =/). First off, the inforoo page on facebook might be full of the dumbest fucking retards I've never met. I can understand why people bitch about them, like Jesus Christ it's bad. Fuck I'm drunk. Second, I've probably had to correct my typing errors like fifty times, I try and correct my shit in texts just so people don't know how drunk I really am, but fuck it's hard sometimes. Lastly, idk if there are a lot of game of thrones fans here, but Hodor is having a Rave of Thrones concert here in a month and I'm so freaking excited. I watched all 4 seasons this semester just so I could be caught up by the time DJ Hodor comes here, and I'm pretty sure the show has nothing to do with his set except for the fact that he brings some white walkers and the iron throne everywhere with him. Now I must nap until it's nighttime. I will agree that I get less sleep when I drink though, it fucking sucks. Tequila in the morning leads to a drunk stinkyfingers allllll daaayyyyyy loooonnnggggg.
While enjoying my drunken dance party of one, I bashed my head into the wall. Not sure if I blame the alcohol or my general clumsiness for this one. I need more like minded rl friends. I have nothing in common with any of them anymore. Spotify played three sad songs in a row, which is not helping my mood.
samsies moonshine3, samsies. I've realized recently that I have little in common with my "real life" friends anymore also. It doesn't help that my best friend ever is having a baby and I haven't seen her in over a month now. Which is super sad times....