so we had a four way exchange on friday at this restaraunt about 25 minutes north of me….i got smashed with my little bro who was visiting and well anyway were at the place and its 2 stories. theres an elevator right next to the stairs when you first walk in. So the dance floor is up stairs and the bathrooms are downstairs. we were all up stairs dancing havin a good time and my drunk ass needs to piss…so i start walking to find the elevator and walk through the kitchen upstairs where there were chefs and shit cooking….they didnt notice me (even though I was dressed up in a ghostbuster outfit) and in the back of the kitchen was randomly an elevator so I pushed the button and jumped in thinking i’d end up downstairs near the bathrooms… It went down TWO floors and opened up into a wine cellar!! wine all around me. I walked out and about 10 yards in front of me was this podium that had this giant 5 liter bottle sitting on it. the only huge bottle in the place. It was calling my name so i went to it and somehow put it in my ghostbuster outfit and took the elevator back up walked through the kitchen and found my way outside to where the busses were ti pick us up and go back home… then i blacked out.. I got woken up by some guy poking me and realized i was face down in the middle of our frat house baddly chiefed, with wine all over me.. I walked home drunkl still that morning and chilled for a bit at my house…then realized i had somehow lost my phone through out the night. Me and this girl walked back over to the frat house and looked all around for it and then we heard a text come through from my phone.. we followed the noise into the kitchen and found my phone on the stove….in a cooking pot…in between two hotdog buns! I went into one of the rooms and this guys like hey you came in here late last night and hit a bottle of wine behind my desk! So it was like christmas that morning i found all my stuff and made it out alive! great night!

Last night was a drunken blast! It all started with the pre-party, as usual. Wait, it actually started with a trip to the liquor store for a bottle of Bacardi 151…. Then the pre-party happened. First of all, if you havent ever had 151, its a really strong rum…. AND it tastes like the devils piss. Anyways, we started with a few drinking games, like quarters and 151 pong. Yes, beer pong with 151 in the cups! Little did we know, that we were not going to make it to the actual party at this pace! The four of us were steadily draining the bottle. So this is were things started to get a destructive. My buddy Sam put on some Rage against the Machine, which without fail always gets us fired up! Soon after a mosh pit ensues, and this is just about the time we finish the bottle of rum…. In the fired up state, Sam throws the 151 bottle at the wall! This puts a nice size hole in the wall. Oh well, not my house! This is when things start getting fuzy… blackout area! Wake up the next morning, and somehow there are 3 additional holes in the house, and nobody knows how they got there! What a fun night of drinking! Can anyone say drywall patch?

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Celebrating  my friend Johnny’s 21st birthday was a memorable experience.  We decided to meet up at a local bar and grill located across from the college campus.  When I arrived at 8:00 I found out that my friend who was turning 21 was well on his way to being very drunk.  Turns out that he had already been drinking for several hours, this was going to be a memorable 21st birthday for him. 

As the night goes on he becomes more and more drunk.  After a couple more beers, and two shots of Patron he gets louder and more out of control by the minute, slamming his empty glass on the bar table.   So my friend is on a slippery slope, drinking whatever people put in front of him.  So my other friend Kyle buys Johnny a shot of Jack Daniels.  Johnny immediately responds “ Im a billy bad ass, I will step up and take this shot no problem” slurring every few words.  He takes the shot of jack, and about three seconds after he swallows the shot his eyes get big, and his cheecks look quite full.  Johnny covered his mouth and gets up from the bar to head to the bathroom.  About two steps towards the bathroom his vomit starts to spray through his hands. 

As he continues to the bathroom he pukes all over some innocent lady, and trust me the expression on her face was PRICELESS!  Embarrassed, and grossed out the lady and her friend leave the bar.  I decide to go help Johnny out, so I follow his trail of vomit on the floor all the way to the bathroom.  After a few minutes of destroying the bathroom with his vomit, the bartender comes in the bathroom.  He tells me that I gotta get my friend out of here, so I end up sneaking him out the back door.   The story ends with me driving my hammered drunk friend home, after getting kicked out of the bar.  Watching that lady get puked on was one of those moments where I wish I had a camera!

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