Fist Pumps and Ke$ha…
Whoa, what a weekend.
Before I get into it, here is a little background for you: I am 22 years old, which many of you would say is young. I agree. Yes, 22 is young. Not much older than 21. It has been a little over a year and a half since I have been allowed to legally partake in the tradition of consuming alcoholic beverages. But I am an old soul. I like classic things, like wine and naps. I read on Sundays and like to cook. I’m not one for “partying”, although I have been known to have a good time now and then in college. So my bar days, especially now that I have moved to Maryland, are few and far between.
So sometime yesterday morning/early afternoon (after a lovely morning at IKEA), I decided that it would be a good time to go visit a few friends in DC. Two of these girls were my sorority sisters in college (note the picture). These lady friends of mine are especially fun, and I never (and by never, I really mean never) know what to expect when I am around them. Random dance parties, shots, fist pumping (pre-Jersey Shore), fights with taxi cab drivers, etc., are some of the things I experience around these folks. I can’t even pretend to be upset about it, because it always makes for an awesome story.This time was no different. I had my first experience with Russian Roulette, and not the Rihanna single. This game, which involves clear alcohol, water, shot glasses, and a lazy susan, has all the makings for a messy evening. Spin the lazy susan, and take whatever shot is in front of you, no hesitation. I was fairly lucky, until I picked up some gin. Yum, tasted like a Christmas tree. Tanqueray is not for me.
After a few rounds of this “lovely” game (which I opted out after a few rounds because I am a wuss), we headed to a nearby bar. And by nearby, I mean really far away. Did I mention I was wearing heels? I’m a pro in them, but it was quite frigid. So we arrive at this bar, and continue our shenanigans. I was trying to be responsible and pace myself, but a FREE beer keeps appearing in front of me. I like free things and feel a terrible guilt inside when I shoo those free things away (my justification for drinking a little bit too much). So I got a little tipsy. And in all honesty, I wasn’t even rushing through these drinks! We just were at the bar for a LONG time (four hours…). Sheesh!
So the alcohol is building up, along with our sweet dances moves, and my dear friend (who shall remain nameless), has a talent for pulling in the gentlemen. So she runs off to jam out on the dance floor with some new acquaintances. At some point, the rest of us decide its time to leave. So, we leave. She isn’t with us.
Have I mentioned that I am supposed to be staying at her apartment? All of my things are at her place. Dilemma. I started to panic a little bit. I started to panic a lot. No one else was noticing, and I had just realized that my phone was sitting comfortably in my car, far far away from where I can use it to call this girl. Good thing I knew some of the other people! Finding an alternative sleep location wasn’t tough, just a hassle and inconvenient.
This is where a major shout out comes in: thanks Lisa for your hospitality! Your IKEA couch was cushy!
The main point of my story is that I don’t drink often, and for good reason. I like my early bedtime and my long, un-hungover Sundays. So drinking, it was fun for one night, but I bid you farewell for a while. That aside, today was very awesome. It consisted of my DC girls, trashy tv (Jersey Shore, we hate/love you), fist pumping, Ke$ha, sushi (Cafe Asia, MMMM), and a little Sherlock Holmes action.
The Basic Moral of the Story: Abide by your old lady ways, choose a reasonable bedtime, and wake feeling at least normal, if not totally refreshed. Steer clear of alcohol (mostly gin), unless you are enjoying a nice Pinot Noir (in which case, I would suggest Hob Knob).
PS: Have I mentioned that I think I am going to totally regret putting this on my blog? Hmm…
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I totally feel ya on the drinking thing – what I could once tolerate in college is no longer possible. And I’m not really sad about it. (And no regrets putting this up here, everyone has a night like that every once in a while!)
haha totally loved reading this post! yay for being in MD
Haha, thanks guys!
Katharine – My college days are not long gone, but my drinking style has COMPLETELY changed! Ha!
Ashley – Glad you enjoyed it! It was definitely an interesting evening. I even left details out for the sake of embarrassment, ha! Oh, and I checked out your blog! The pictures look SO yummy!!!!
Omg… to be young again! I definitely slipped into my old lady ways a few years ago (I’m 29) however I have nights like the one you described every so often. And when I wake up in the morning with a pounding headache and an overall feeling of being hit by a car – I always say, “I’ll never do THAT again…”.
And that usually lasts until another special occasion rolls around (birthdays, weddings, Fridays…)
Haha, exactly. I always swear off drinking/going out until another opportunity presents itself a few months later, at which point I choose to ignore any/all previous experience. And then I am regretful all over again. It can be quite a vicious cycle!