It is my experience that nothing good ever happens on Fat Tuesday.
Rephrase.
Nothing that I would ever want mom and pops or any future significant others to know about EVER happens on Fat Tuesday.
Case in point: the events of Fat Tuesday, 2k7.
GeekU’s version of Cheers is a charming little establishment that is part restaurant (first floor), part bar (second floor), and part club (third floor). Levels of sketch increase the higher up you go. So much so that the third floor was a place you could only get me to go if it was clear that I no longer remembered my name.
Anyway.
The Bar staff/management decide to throw a Fat Tuesday party in celebration of all things
After 30 minutes I quickly realize it’s going to be one of those nights and take another shot of tequila as a de facto way of deciding class is NOT going to happen the next day. This is around the time I set my cross-hairs on a young chap I had kind-of, sort-of been eyeing for a few weeks around campus.
The kind of Girl Game that only presents itself when there is a
I bat my eyelashes. He comes over. It’s his birthday? Where are his friends? Staying in? Don’t worry, Young Chap, I’ll show you a good time. ::Drink Drink Shot Drink::
- Three Hours Later -
Me. One shoe. Heels in hand. Stumbling home from Casa de Young Chap through 3 inches of snow (seriously, in ONE shoe). 153 Mardi Gras beads around my neck.
Him. Going to sleep with a smile on his face because I gave him the best birthday present of his life.
Details. Hazy.
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- Note to Self: Self, don't be such a slacker when updating the blog. ;)
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haha! this is funny as shit...i like to give 'birthday presents' too! hehe! ;)
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