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.

BBQs and Drinking Games

It's surreal to me that Twin B will be getting married and moving in with The Generic Biotech Firm Guy within the year. But still, today was an interesting prelude to their married life. Apparently this house he bought was originally foreclosed and went to auction, so he got it for a steal... like less than one third the house's original value. What a steal!

It got kind of sickeningly sororitay once more girls started showing up and we decided it would be cute to take pics in front of various locations around the house... the infinity pool, Twin B's custom built walk in closets for all of her shoes, by the gazebo... I'm looking forward to not having to sorority squat in a big pack of girls for the next few weeks. My knees could use the rest. Not to mention it'll probably take that long just to stop seeing the ghosts of camera flashes...

But seriously, those closets are magnificent and glorious and every girl should have that much space.

I do have to say that I was complimented on my outfit, so I guess weaving around the fat fats was worth it despite all the agony I experienced.

The Guitar Hero, The MBA Guy, and The Generic Biotech Firm Guy were pretty much the grillmeisters and since they're all either past or present frat boys, the burgers were pretty decent. The girls all splashed in the pool and played a little volleyball while the boys were grilling. I wonder if Twin A is jealous at all... considering The MBA Guy doesn't have real work yet. I think they're even holding off on the wedding until he can find work and an apartment.

We decided to revive some good old drinking games and managed to all get pretty trashed playing quarters and beirut. Which led to playing chicken in the pool with those foam floaty things. That was interesting since both sides were equally uncoordinated after the drinks.

And then of course while we were drunk, Twin B AND Generic Biotech Firm Guy accosted both of us and somehow shanghaied us into being a bridesmaid and groomsman... which I suppose will be fun, but it's like involvement in a friend's wedding about 4 years too soon for my biological clock.

The Guitar Hero and I ended up spending the night since neither of us was up for driving back to The Mansion. But when we finally did get back, the Facebook event was already up with the date. Seriously, Twin B is a sorority girl through and through.