While I was chilling in my dorm room last night, transforming my roommate into Shirly Temple, Jordan called me offering backrubs and his first born child if I would drop him and a buddy at the bar, then pick them up later...those boys were itching to get drunk! Since we had nothing better to do, Anna and I cooperated...and met the yummy Walt. The discussion in the car after we dropped the boys off was in regards to Jordan's payment...we wanted use of his car for the night. Only problem was, the poor station wagon lack gas...we needed to get gas money. And because we are Anna and Caragh, we couldn't just go ask him...oh no, we had to make it interesting. Back at Bungalow's, we parked hidden in the very back and then sought him out, looking severly pissed off..."Jordan! We just walked here from halfway up Baytree, your damn car ran out of gas. Give us money for it now!" Oh boy, is he ever gullible...the whole group on the deck helped lead him on for a few minutes before we finally told him and then decided to stay. (By this point I had helped myself to the beer in Jordan's hand and informed Anna she would be DD now...oops) After introductions all around to the ROTC boys and friends, and another round of beers, we were in business. Walt managed to spilled half his beer down his shirt and pants and look sufficently embarrassed, but I retaliated by covering my fabulous peacoat in beer...eww!
After running into a few Emerging Leaders (leading the alcohol comsumption rate at VSU...) Blake posed a propostion to me; $20 to retype his 3 English papers due Monday. Well, I'm a really fast typer, and I know this teacher never lets papers be more than just over 2 double spaced pages, so I bartered from $30 and agreed to do it for $25. A minute later, after having Jordan explain to him that I am an "English genius" since I tested out of 1101, Blake offered $50 if I helped edit them as I typed...hell, I do that for everyone else for free, so why not make an easy 50...Gotta love drunken agreements!
After a few more minor incidents, such as scrounging on the floor searching for some earrings that fell out of my purse, we all surrounded the space heater on the deck and I was chatting with a guy who never drank in high school (the poor boy...) and people kept handing me or buying me drinks...I was reaching a stage of drunk I had yet to see in myself. (Not to say I have never been this drunk, because I assure you I wasn't that bad, I've been much worse...) I became belidgerant, yelling at poor Walt for being British (though he's not, he's actually Italian I believe), engaging in the group test of how firm each lad's behind was (these boys work out every day...it was a treat...), even almost knocking Anna out on the heat lamp when trying to get her to join our muscle testing session. It was interesting to say the least.
Soon, the bar was closing and I returned to the dorms (but not without my goodnight kiss...this is a Tucker Max wanna be tale remember? It had to have a hookup, be it minor, somewhere.) I didn't even make it to my room before I started stripping Courtney style, throwing a coat, purse, and one extremely long scarf at poor Anna who was only trying to deliver me home safely. And I'm not sure my roommate appreciated her delivering me home, because the first thing I decided to do was jump onto her bed to wake her up (it was around 3 am...), only to proceed to fall off it, and then fall off my bed and into the closet (but that was a good explaination for the Wiley E. Coyote bump on my head for the next 2 days). I finally managed to settle myself down and pass out, but not with out a backrub first (I knew they both wanted me to shut up...I can work the system...). Granted my adventures aren't quite up to the Tucker Max standard yet, but I'm only 18, I can't buy my own alcohol yet, I've plenty of time to practice being belidgerant! (I will say, I think I did a good job "getting my Irish up" and yelling at the British...they are all bad!)
