I am hungover. Probably top five worst hangovers. Meh, okay no, but definitely top ten. I went up to the corner store this morning at about 9am in a desperate search for blue Powerade and I think I almost cried with relief that they had it. That shit is like the elixir of life.
So yesterday was the Dorm Race, another Intro-Team Orientation event. At first I didn't want to go because my bike is stupid. And I know that sounds whiney, but it's pink and it's an upright sitting bike and occasionally the wheel makes a weird sound. I never claimed to not be a brat.
But, I'm actually very happy that I went, because it was definitely one of the top Intro activities so far. We started off at the school in Cafeen where we had a few beers to start off. We all decorated our bikes and my theme was butterflies (I know, it didn't help the whole pink bike situation to have butterflies, but they were the cheapest stickers)
At about 6pm we left to ride off to the first dorm. The Dorm Race is not so much as a race as it is a cruise. The plan was to go to every residence around town and drink for 45 minutes at each and then move on. Kind of like a pub crawl on bikes. 120 bikes to be exact.
It was a complete clusterfuck. People were squished together, wheels were hitting each other, we had to start and stop on hills, all the while looking out for cars and making sure we were going in the right direction. And this was when we were sober.
By the time we finished up at the second residence, things were getting dangerous. We had a fifteen minute ride to the next residence through a commercial area and people were pretty drunk. Bikes were crashing left, right and centre and literally no one could drive straight. It would've probably been one of the funniest things I'd ever seen, if I hadn't been so scared to die.
And then it started to rain. Shit. So now the roads are slick, it's dark and I have no lights, oh and I can't keep my front tire straight. Things were looking pretty dismal, until... I saw it. Out of the darkness, like a beacon of hope; golden arches.
Sweet baby Jesus.
I hadn't had McDonald's in four weeks. If you know me at all, you know that this is far too long to deprive a girl of McNuggets. I looked at Maud and we both knew where we were headed. Hello, old friend.
Now I did feel a little bad. Apparently the Intro Team members thought we were too drunk to be left alone and so we were given a chaperone. That's embarrassing, but totally worth it. As a side-note, Danish McDonald's have hot wings. Whut.
Anyway we got our McDick's then headed off to the last residence. Drank there for a bit, then we all left to go back to Cafeen. Again, I should've died last night because the ride to Cafeen was mostly downhill and we were cruising.
Get to Cafeen, do three JagerBombs in a row because someone handed them to me and get a beer. After that, the night is kind of a blur. I keep trying to do a tally of how much I drank and the fact that I can't remember might be the reason for this hangover. That, or a gross amount of cigarettes. (Moment(s) of weakness) There will be no judgement here.
Anyway, overall, great night. The girls and I were going to do this thing where we took "before" and "after" pictures, so here's the "before" but we never actually got to the "after" one. Too bad.
Or it's probably for the best...
PS. The music they play at bars here is actually wicked. It's all music from high school basically, (think Flo Rida's "Low") but I forgot how great all those get-drunk-and-dance songs were.
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