learning to count.

Went out last night and had three beers during trivia at Woodstocks. We ended with a tie for first place, and we lost the tie-breaker. All in all, it was pretty fun. N brought a few of her friends, as did another first-year, J. Good times.

The weird part is, somewhere along the line I seem to remember being on a crowded dance floor dancing to 80s pop tunes. 

I remember walking home, but mainly because for some reason, my bag was really heavy, even though I only had two books inside– to read while I waited for people to arrive at trivia.
Then I woke up this morning and found this in my bag:

 Not only did the events of last night become clearer to me, I realized that three beers is really six beers when it comes in thirty two ounce mugs. This explains the theft of the mug*, which in turn explains why my book bag was so heavy. It also explains my dancing at the Blue Lagoon last night to Cyndi Lauper, Ton Loc, and Guns ‘n’ Roses.

I think someone bought me a shot of tequila, too.

 

*Apparently I get a little klepto when I am “a bit too tipsy”– the mug was not the only item I found in my bag.

~ by dystopic on May 29, 2009.