Wednesday night I decided since I hadn't been out in over 2 weeks and, well, there was free tequila being offered, that I should out. It was most likely against my better judgement since I had class the next morning at 9, but I will get to that later on. So there I was walking with 3 of 4 of my flatmates over to Jessica's place waiting for the night to begin. It was tequila Wednesday so when I arrived a margarita was placed into my hands... which I happily consumed in not too much time. The night went on and the marg's kept coming, and I kept guzzling the delicious liquid down.. then we went out. In town I was a very good girl, spending no money at all, and danced the night away. It was all going great and I was having quite the time, but sadly it got to be about 1:30, so I meandered home. Because I was falling over I decided to shower to wake myself up a bit before attempting to 'sleep it off.' Now, after sleeping a few hours one would think that the tequila would wear off and I would be up and at 'em ready to go for 9, and this is kind of true, minus the fact that when my phone alarm went off I bumped it off my bed. And not only was it off my bed it was between my headboard and the wall. So I reached down, squeezing my arm to get it only to get my elbow stuck on the way out. (I, of course, could have got out of bed and reached 2 feet down to where my phone was, but I didn't think of this.) That was when it first occurred to me. I am still drunk. I can not function and standing up may result in falling down again. But physics is one of those things that I just can't miss so I got up, having thankfully showered the night before, and put some clothes on. Off to class I go, stopping off in Claire's room to check if she was still drunk too. No dice. She is just slightly hung over with a large glass of water next to her bed. I kept tipping backwards which was a weird sensation, but slowly I gained my balance. Physics wasn't too bad, I managed to get some notes out and I went straight over to my next lecture which happened to be a debate over something I actually cared about. In drama we are deciding which play we should talk about for the next 5 weeks and, having done Beckett until I wanted to die before, I decided to pick the other play. The America Play. Literally. I know Kiwi's aren't real fond of Americans, having pretended to be Canadian once before, but do they have to hate anything with our name attached? One girl did and we got into a fight. A drunken fight with good supporting information on my side and a pissy hormonal 14-year-old fight on her end. I won none the less when another person told her not to use my words against me and that I had very good points and everyone in the room was telling her to shut up... it was great. (this is a tutorial class of about 15 mind you)
Then I got hungry and went home. Good story.
Thursday happened without me realizing it had passed, and today is Friday. I had a big project due today which I had minimal work done on, so I spent most of the day working to get that completed. It was due at 5 and from about 11 to 5 is a blur to me. Class, library, project... stuff.... class.... project. However I got it done, and quite well I do believe. I think I may go out tonight, but I will stay away from the tequila for awhile. It likes me to too much to indulge in it often.
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