This weekend I had a relapse. I was done living in the Real World and having responsibilities. I had a craving for OSU and nothing was getting in my way. I wasn't even going to let Mother Nature stop me. I called her up a few weeks ago and gave her fair warning of what could happen should she get in my way and believe it or not, she listened. The downside to my relapse is that College and I had a rocky reunion.
Friday night I had maybe 4 drinks. 1 Great Lakes Christmas Ale (I'm trying to keep Christmas with me all through the year), 1 Bud Light out of a glass bottle because even though I wanted to fit into college, I still wanted to keep things classy, and 1 glass of punch for sho and I vaguely recall finishing off another glass of the punch and then my next memory is waking up smashed between the wall and Libby Gaga. Yes, this sounds like I am a terrible light weight, but you must understand that my "doctoring" of the punch may have accounted for at least 4 other people throwing up. I guess it's not a good thing when you can taste the shitty alcohol. I should have learned my lesson from Skittles Night spring quarter freshmen year, but if Sus goes down, we all go down. Much to Deb's disgust, I felt great and bounced off to breakfast the next morning. To be nice, I did acquire the worst hangover for 1 hour later in the day. Fortunately the nectar of a ginger and some advil really saved me. My heros. But like I ever needed those god-send items when I was in undergrad, much less after 4 drinks. Ahh, the misery of someone working in the real world. Life sure does like to keep you humble.
Saw this...gosh I tried to tell you all of this stuff. Just goes to show, one really doesn't learn until they experience it. Being old is neat.
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