welcome home, alcohol. - Lauren's Intervention
Apr. 19th, 2005
05:26 pm - welcome home, alcohol.
that's right. you want to feel my bellybutton from the inside!!
ok so here's the thing about DC. i may not drink in such large quantity three nights a week, but i drink in a more moderate quantity every night. i mean literally. i drink every day now. at least two drinks, though its pretty common to have four or more on any given weekday.
drinking in the real world is so much more necessary.
anyway, so here are my two drinking stories.
1) the other night we were playing trivial persuit and it was late as fuck and this fool knocks on the door. and we're like "who the fuck?" thinking maybe brent really did make the trek out to my apt in the "boonies." so i answer the door and there is nobody there. then i realize that the motherfucker is like... against the wall. and so i'm like, can i help you, son? and he's like "ya'll were making noise" and i'm like "yeah... do you want us to be quiet?" and he's like "no" and i realize this asshole has been crying. and further questioning reveals that he lives on the second floor (not the fourth like us) and has gone in search of people to hang out with.
so i invite him in. and offer him a beer. cuz, who the hell would i be if i left someone who was lonely enough to follow noise at least two floors up for someone to hang out with and has been crying, on my front doorstep. and asshole, that's who i'd be. just your average east coast asshole.
2) annapolis last weekend. woke up and hit the bottle. cuz the trip is basically obligatory, and what the hell do you do in annapolis besides drink or sail (not mutually exclusive, i might add). and kept drinking. and swear the program director saw me swigging the flask in the bathroom of the statehouse. oh yes. we'll see if she says anything in class today. eek. but passing out on the dock was cool. apparently last spring break didn't teach me shit about alcohol, water and sun.
as the semester winds down, i expect to be tanked at any given moment. i intend to show my liver who's boss, and start training the poor bastard for "life in latin america" as i like to call it.
now bitches, and i'm really looking at you, brian, ya'll need to keep me posted on the party crawls.
and guys, i promise, i'm going to sober up when i get back to texas. i just need to finish what i've got. you know i love you.