I have to admit that "why did I drink that?" does not entirely apply to me. I drank some wine and a vodka juice and believe you me (is that a real saying?) I still feel awful. But the rest of you should be asking yourselves that question. While you are puking your brains out, ponder, "why did I drink that Godiva liqueur, creme de menthe, cinnamon schnapps and orange juice?" or "man that Kentucky car bomb sure was fun, but now i have to see my parents like this." I don't care if Greg made you that drink- science has not proven that he can reverse a hangover.
Nightly recap:
Working until 11pm on a Saturday night is always balls, but it got more balls the last couple hours. I wasn't intending to get nar jar, but that bullshit drives me to drink. Roommate already a little drunk when i got home. Put on my nerdiest clothes and we headed over to the "chemistry" party. Party premise- bring a booze or a mixer and a friends and see what you can concoct.
- shout outs to carol and grandma for PowerLab props
- we bring the party
- why are all these people sitting down at the party?
- HENRY!
- stop putting milk in all that booze
- Lauren's high school friend
- Daniel's daap floor
- dancing
- "you know what makes a party a lot less fun? when all the dudes are gay"
- NEAL!
- glow in the dark body paint + Greg
- covered in sharpie
- Kentucky car bombs
- somethingsomething memory gap
- repeat offender
- 4:37am walk home
- when did it rain ice cubes?
Discovery of the night- glasses gives party new dimensions. You take 'em off so you don't pull a Velma on them and WHAABAM that double vision is now a weird blurry triple vision
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