We’re out of booze

The first year (primoris annus) is commonly found in residence halls around the my university. Its eating habits include eating dining hall food or latching onto an upperclassman for nourishment. They seem so sweet and innocent, but really, they’re little alcohol consuming tornadoes.

Last night, like most Saturday nights in my dorm, was a good night. We had a surprise birthday party for a girl who didn’t show up, but it was still a good time. The food was delicious and everyone had a lot of fun. For some reason, we transferred all of our alcohol to the room that the birthday party was instead of just moving to our room. The problem is that the birthday party room is twenty feet away from the RH’s apartment, so if we’re loud, they will get mad and close down the party. This is what happened when more people started arriving, so we had to relocate to our room.

The booze casualties: around two liters of vodka, one liter of tequila, 500 milliliters of Kahlua, 4 Negro Modelos, and some Bailey’s. It was the first time that I had gotten really drunk in about six months. At some point of the night, for a reason that I do not remember, I started kicking a plastic storage box. I must have been angry. Later, this guy named Marcus started hitting on a girl named Camilla. She’s Russian, and she asked me to help her (in Russian) since he wasn’t picking up on any of her signals that she didn’t want to hook up with him. So I invited him to take a shot with me. I’m a hero.