So I got bit drunk last night.
Some would probably say too drunk. But Returners' Night is a bit of a big deal. And a big deal it turned out to be.
The night started with a canceled dorm meeting that everyone showed up to believing it was still going ahead, due to the lack of advertising by our RA's. However, the pizza still came, and everyone was dressed up for the theme of the night: Anything But Clothes. Before you jump down into the proverbial alligator-infested sewer, most people were wearing garbage bags, Passion-Pop cartons, those reusable Supre enviro bags... I covered myself in newspaper, however as it slowly ripped away, I decided to pretend I was part of Wyndradine (or is it Windradyne?) where the theme was Tight and Bright.
After downing a fair bit of Skyy vodka and three shots of cheap tequila while playing Mario and Sonic Olympics on the Wii, we headed down to the Uni Bar how I somehow dodged the radar of the scrawny, rat-tailed bouncers. I was already totally off my face so I really don't understand how I was able to get in. After telling Jess I would always remember her name even when I was drunk and telling Beth I was sure I'd run against her before (even though she still denies it), I got a call from Olivia. Even though I can't remember all that much from our conversation, Liv, thank you so much for calling; it was great to hear your voice.
I have two stamps on my arm, meaning I entered the Uni Bar twice. I recall going through the bouncers twice, but I don't know why I went outside. Toilet break perhaps. That minor detail aside, the major fault of my evening was not taking a bag to the bar. My wallet must have popped right out of my pocket, meaning I have to cancel all my cards and have no way to get home, no way to get credit and no money full stop. Hopefully I can work out something rather soon.
Otherwise I'll be stuck here for life.
Lovemeg
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i can tell you how you got two stamps on your arm.
you went outside to call me, something of which, i expected, youd have no memory of. as you proceeded to scream into the phone, you become overcome by the sky vodka and tequila brewing in your stomach, and proceeded to liberate them, into a bin... all while i was present on the phone. in the background i heard someone telling you to come back inside, and so you said goodbye to me, not sure that youd realised id been on the phone during the whole incident, and went back inside the uni bar with someone who was going to make sure you got home alive.
it was possibly the most entertaining phone call id recieved in my entire life.
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