University students + Blood alcohol level of high school students = Mentality of Jr. high students.

Hello dear readers. Today, I have no inner reveling, nor do I have any insightful dialogue or amazing stories of my life written in first person. All I have for you today is a tale of drunken wonderment that Chesley and I pursued with a vengeance. See, around 8:00 at work, I was saddened because my momentous plans for the evening included reading Valley of the Dolls for the zillionth time, and missing my sweetie, who was attending a work-related function. So I called Chesley, and suggested that we get rowdy. Chel, being an inherent rummy at heart, readily agreed. So after work she came over, and as always, with Chelsey comes shots. I musts reiterate; we were on a mission of rowdiness. So a long story short, we drank shots for a bit, then moved on to some lovely pina colada mixture that I’m sure my neighbors must have just loved me for, seeing as how it involved a very loud blender in the middle of the night. Anyway, as Chelsey, Jdot and I were hanging out and listening to Chelsey’s music, my sweetie dropped by! It was a wonderful surprise, I was so happy to see him. So the four of us hung out for a while, discussing the virtues of Panasonic vs Canon camera equipment, and the level of Chelsey’s intoxication. Sadly, Geoff departed, so the three of us hung out on the futon outside. Time passed, as time is wont to do, and Jdot retired for bed, seeing as how he had to work early. So now it was just the two girls and a whole lot of booze. We had some more to drink, and decided that 2am is obviously the best time for a stroll around my neighborhood. We went and found a park, with some decidedly high structures on it. Laughing and stumbling ensued, as I witnessed Chelsey dizzy herself on a swing (brilliant thing to do whilst drunk), and attempt to climb the structures with me. I have little to no grace, but I still remained the queen of dexterity in comparison to her. Anyway, on the jaunt back to my place, we ran into three other hoodlums who were on the mean streets of Riverbend at 3:30 in the morning, Chelsey was convinced that a fire hydrant and a sandbag were both bunnies (on two completely separate occasions), and we pondered the ultimate coolness of sitting alone in one’s darkened living room playing ominous muszak on a keyboard, while pining for a lost childhood sweetheart. (at least someone was cooler then us last night.). Anyway, upon returning to my place, we had some more to drink, and decided that checking out the pool at 4am was definitely a good idea. I mean, what could be safer then two drunk girls, unsupervised, attempting to re-create the synchro routine they had a decade ago in a large concrete crevice? Anyway, we splashed around, did some laps, and raced a bit. We were getting a bit bored, when I discovered the rubber balls. Shit, we were entertained for another solid hour, drunkenly spiking the ball a la volleyball and smashing it into one another’s faces. We also floated on them, bounced them off all available surfaces, pretended that they were unborn children, and made vulgar references to any body part that could conceivably be round. We also laughed our heads off, and relished being two highly intelligent university students who had the mentality of twelve year olds. We swam and watched the dawn break through the windows of the pool, until I pointed out that booze, towels, and cigarettes lived on the fourth floor, and we were on the first. Chelsey agreed to the first two, and threw me a dirty look for the latter. Anyway, we came back upstairs, and enjoyed a faux-nightcap on the balcony as we watched the sky turn from charcoal to pink, and mocked all the WASP-y looking neighbors of mine who were crawling into their Landrovers to go to the office at 5:30 in the morning, when we still had not slept. As 6am rolled around, we decided that although we weren’t dead tired, it might be a good plan to get some sleep, as the birds chirping in the trees were a constant reminder that most Normal people were starting their day as we were ending ours.


Quote du Jour
“I find that it’s easier to answer questions when they’re in font.”
-Chelsey