Recover, Rest, Rally

I haven't been THAT drunk in a LONG time.

The Pageant Princess, The Sorority Prodigy, and I went to The Charter House to hear some dirty limericks and join in on the St. Patrick's Day festivities. The second I got there, The Flirt ran up to me with cups of "The Green Goblin"... the green version of their jungle juice. Of course boys being boys, they named it after an evil villain. The sign on the big cooler was a sketch of the Green Goblin. The Sorority Prodigy and I replaced it halfway through the night with a picture of Shrek.

Anyway, I don't know the exact formulation of The Green Goblin jungle juice, but something tells me that the green didn't come from food coloring and instead came from absinthe. There definitely was a funky aftertaste that I'd never tasted before. And then after two cups of that, we went straight to rounds of flip cup with green beer, which progressed into beirut... The Flirt and me vs. The Sorority Prodigy and The Swimmer. And then we switched. I will say that The Sorority Prodigy and I kicked massive ass. It's basically classic beirut rules - elbows not beyond the edge of the table, blowing balls out of cups and fingering balls out of cups allowed. We fingered and blew all of their balls out of our cups, so The Flirt and The Swimmer ended that round with no cups sunk and thus had to suffer the consequences. They had to run around the block butt naked. But we were a little merciful because it's still freezing outside and I really don't need to see them in that condition, so they conceded to streaking around in their boxers.

We left at some point that I don't quite remember clearly and I came over to The Mansion, took some Advil, a handful of vitamins, and drank a bottle of water before passing out in The Guitar Hero's bed. I'm here now actually and it's ridiculously early in the morning. I always somehow manage to wake up early after a long night of drinking. I have a slight headache but I probably just need some water.

And then tonight at midnight, a bunch of us are going out again because it's The Shopaholic's 21st birthday. I'm going to have to take it easy and cut back on all the empty calories.

Anyway, I'm going back to bed because it's unnecessarily early. I may or may not go to class today.

Green and Guiness Aplenty

St. Patrick's Day 2009. Another milestone in the party calendar. I feel like we always do Mardi Gras a little better though. Everything is just too green on St. Patrick's Day. Green beer, green jello shots... even The Chef this morning made green eggs and ham.

That and as a tribute to the Irish, every fraternity just makes a huge batch of green beer and settles in with the determination to outdrink the Irish. The Flirt invited me over for a round of drinks with the boys at The Charter House, who are up to a new challenge since they have a bro who is actually from Ireland and decided to come to school here. I imagine they're going to be making up bawdy limericks all night and when they get really drunk, they'll start singing "Oh Danny Boy." That's all I need... to be hanging out with a bunch of drunk and crying frat bros.