Friday, April 8, 2011

Partying, parting, YEAH!

Hello Nonsensical Nation, sorry for not posting yesterday.  I had a pretty hectic morning with homework (by that I mean laundry and emptying the dishwasher) and classes and then, well, it was Thursday evening, let's see if I can work my way through that...

5PM: I am out of class and meet friends at Stillings
5:35: Start two page discussion paper on reading I hadn't read
5:37: Decide to go to Beat the Clock at Ballards at 7
6:25: Halfway done... "Fuck this paper, I'll finish it in the morning." We'll do it live!
6:30: Shower (calm down ladies.)
6:45: Two shots of whiskey
6:50: Screwdriver with two shots
6:55: Shotgun a Bud Light
7:15 Arrive at Ballards
7:20 to 8:30 (ish?) Two rum and cokes. Five whiskey cokes... Beat the Clock = Old Crow whiskey (like the bottom of bottom shelf). Finally get to sit outside at Ballards (a little chilly, but not bad) something I've looked forward to since freshman year. We saw a kid get pulled over and arrested for drunk driving... on a scooter. I don't think he even made it out of the parking lot.
9: Friends apartment. Several screwdrivers
11ish? Get to Libby's. Stay until they closed and then DHOP for a while.
2:30AM: Bed.
7:45: Woken up because my friend needed her car to be pushed and she was gonna be late to an appointment. (Sidebar: one of my roommates and another friend helped too.)
8:45: back to bed
8:47: dry heaving in bathroom. Drink water.
9: Back to bed.
10: Alarm goes off. 30 more minutes.
10:30: Finally get up.
10:45: Resume the paper
11:05: Finish paper (super speed bullshitting required)
11:10: Shower (seriously ladies, control yourselves)
11:30 Eat.
11:45 Decide to hand in my paper to my professors mailbox (that class is at 1PM)
12:00: Make it to my first class.
12:15: Professor wants to show a movie, doesn't work. Dismisses us at 12:25.
12:26: Winning. Wildcat blood. Weekend time.
12:45: ATM... Let's do it again!

Stay classy, not UMassy.

PS: Sorry for that title, I just showed one of my roommates that song, he had never heard it before. So bad. So terribly bad, but I love how bad it is.


  1. Sounds like a good Thursday! I can't tell you how many times I've finished a paper for history when I get back from Libby's at 1am because it's due later that day. A little bit of drunk in me produces some pretty groundbreaking (might be an overstatement) stuff.

  2. After a couple of weeks, the Beat-the-Clock dry heaving stops.

  3. Anon- I agree! I always have great analytic instinct after a few (or many) drinks. Just got to remember to spellcheck

    TK- Haha, I think the dry heaves were more of a result from pushing a car while extremely hungover.