February 16, 2009

  • Everybody’s Drinking For the Weekend

    Every year on Valentine’s Day weekend or the weekend after Valentine’s Day, my friends and have what amounts to a weekend long party at the house of our friend and his wife. His house is rather large so it fits all of us usually with room to spare. Its pretty much a weekend in which everybody gets sitters for their kids and we all get to act like college students all weekend, complete with loud music, drinking games, truth or dare, debauchery, killer hangovers, not much sleep and usually some throwing up among other things. This year was no exception to all of the above. I even made drinking game for everybody at the party. For example, I’m known for spilling shit, so if I spilled anything then everybody drank. With a different rule for 24 people, you could imagine how we would go through a fair amount of alcohol just based on that alone.

    Friday night found us up until 6:30 in the AM partying until well after the sun came up. You would think that I would be able to sleep late because of this. I woke up shortly before 10am unable to fall back asleep. I was kinda hung over and my stomach was queazy, although I did not throw up. Last year when we did this, on the Saturday I started drinking about 12:30 in the afternoon and didn’t stop until 5am. This left me with the worst hangover of my life on Sunday and I wanted to avoid the same feeling again. So I didn’t start drinking this Saturday until about 6pm. And since we went until 5am again on Saturday, that still gave me about 11 hours of drinking. Again, I couldn’t sleep well and was up about 8:30ish on Sunday morning. I slept on a couch in the front room and it was hot and light in there so it was hard to stay asleep. Also, about 7:30 I woke up to somebody who was not me throwing up in the bathroom.

    The whole weekend was a blast though. I could tell you a bunch of stories of things we did but will leave that to the imagination, after all, I’m sure most of my friends would not appreciate me blabbing about shit we did, especially when it makes us look like a bunch of irresponsible alcoholics. Holy shit though, I wish we could do this more than once a year.

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