Crazy College Days 12/13/2001
Ok, I'm going to back up till two weeks ago when I spent the weekend at Binghamton with my sister. That weekend was so ridiculous...I don't think my liver will ever recover. The night before I left for Binghamton Erin and I drank half a bottle of tequila. I had eleven shots over a two hour period. Erin had seven or eight. For her first time drinking, I was quite proud...we weren't even that smashed. I was afraid to drink more since I had to travel the next day. The next morning though, neither Erin nor I had hangovers. I was convinced I had an iron liver, but then I went to Binghamton...
I got to Binghamton at about six where Becca picked me up and we went out to dinner. Actually, I had an omlette, so I guess you could call it breakfast. I was definitely feeling a little left-out since Becca's friends and I have nothing in common. Hell, Becca and I have nothing in common. If we weren't sisters, we'd probably hate each other. Becca and her friends are all slightly ditzy party animals, whereas I tend to be much quieter and totally focused on academics. I'm not saying either personality is better than the other, they're just completely and totally different. Plus it's more than a little overwhelming, and depressing, to hang out with Becca and a ton of her friends while it is so hard for me to make, and keep, friends. But anyway...
Becca, her best friend/second half Michele, me, one of their friends named Chris, another named Andy, and usually one of Becca's many housemates were hanging out on the porch, telling me funny stories. Chris was the nicest of all, next to Michele. Andy was very much like me, just very quiet and laid-back. We barely said two words to each other. But he seemed very nice. I disliked every one of Becc'as housemates. They just made me feel out of place and slightly unwelcome.
Since it was Andy's 21st birthday. we all went to a bar. Yes, I was actually let into a bar...Go figure. In Syracuse, they want your birth certificate, a permission slip from the doctor who gave birth to you, your driver's license, a passport, your soul....Yeah, it's a bitch to get into the SU bars. I walked into the Binghamton bar with Michele's ID. No one gave a damn, although Michele and I look more alike than Becca and I.
Becca bought me some tequila shots and a few Black Russians. I was trying to impress everyone, so I downed the shot really quickly...except I spilled most of it on my shirt and ended up feeling like a total ass, especially when everyone laughed. I lost count of how many drinks I had. I had some more tequila shots and some more Black Russians. At one point I had a Tequila Sunrise. I think that was the last drink I had until I started getting really sick. Even Rebecca and her alcoholic friends were impressed with my tolerance ::takes a bow::
Some of Becca's sorority sisters walked into the bar. I felt so jealous that so many girls bounced up to my sister to give her a hug. Granted, when it comes to friends, quality is more important than quantity, but still...I just remember feeling very alone watching them.
I was telling one of the sorority girls that I was thinking of transferring to Binghamton. I don't really remember much of the conversation because A) it was loud as all hell in there and B) I was really REALLY drunk by then. I'm so please with myself that I didn't vomit on her...I was so sick...
Becca left and I just kind of sat in my seat, looking around. Michele was talking to Andy, and Chris was kind of just looking at me. I felt compelled to say something instead of sitting there like a drunken lump. He told me about his girlfriend of four years. It didn't help my loneliness any, but it was nice of him to talk to me. He's such a sweet guy. I remember him telling me that he wanted to marry his girlfriend. He said, "I've never felt truly secure with anyone, except when I'm with her." How sweet is that?! I'm sure Chris's girlfriend is an absolute doll, but...I don't know. What makes people more lucky than other people?
Chris became my buddy that night. We sang karaoke (I didn't know the words to the songs, but at that point I was so drunk, I thought I was as good as [think of a famous diva's name...].
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