1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila, Floor 4/28/2001
I want it duly noted that four shots of tequila will not land you on the floor. I would know hehehe.
Last night, after I got home from my Syracuse trip, which kicked ass, I basically told Becca that I wanted to get blasted that night. I was extremely stressed, and although getting drunk may not be the best way to solve my problems, it was an extremely attractive option t the time. So we pregamed at Becca's apartment with her roommate Michele and Rebecca's "big sister" (sorority sister) Jane. Becca and I did four shots of tequila, Jane did three, and Michele didn't do any because she was the designated driver. Instead of using lemons and salt, we used oranges and sugar, which is much tastier.
I was buzzed, but not trashed at that point. The club we were going to was 21 and over, so I used Michele's license. I was so scared, as dorky as it sounds, that they wouldn't let me in because then Becca, Michele, and Jane would all have to go home too. They let me in, no problem. Thing is, I had to take off my glasses, and Becca had them in her purse. When we got into this club, we had to read a sign that said, "I am 21 and of legal age to drink." Problem was, I couldn't see the sign. When Rachel read the sign to the guy, I thought she was just assuring him or something. So, I started to follow her into the club, but he stopped me and said, "Read the sign." I couldn't see the damn sign because I didn't have my glasses, and Rachel was already in the club. I just kind of mumbled, "I am old enough to drink," and then kind of hurried into the club. I am so dorky...
Once in the club I had a Buttery Nipple. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a butterscotch drink which is the most awesome drink in the world. I have no idea what kind of alcohol was in that, but it didn't have the taste of alcohol in it---I guess that's why it's so dangerous. Then, I had a Zima with Razmataz in it. It's basically beer with extra rasberry liquor in it. I chugged that. It tasted sooooo good. Zima doesn't even taste like beer, it's tastes like club soda. The four of us danced for a little bit and then Becca said to me, "We're going to another club." Jane and Michele would follow us later because I had Michele's ID, and if we al went together, it would look SLIGHTLY suspicious. By this time I was pretty drunk. Rebecca and I didn't really dance too much, we basically sat at a table. I was introduced to Becca's other sorority sisters, and a few of Rebecca's guy friends. I started to feel a little envious because she is so loved by the people at that school. Jane told me earlier in the trip when she picked me up from the bus station that "I live for Rebecca." How many people think that way about me?
This entry is going to be continued because its so long.
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