In honour of bringing in the new year of school, the roommates launched into a weeklong bender, with the goal of constant intoxication, meeting fab new friends (catching up with old ones) and ending each night on their feet.
What they didn't account for was the possibility that one night would leave them in tatters; too rough to enjoy the much anticipated welcome week beer gardens...
That fateful night began with Desaree meeting her little buddy. Sam was a cute, shy first-year eager to be introduced to the ways of university life (especially the social aspect). After a brief stop at the liquor church on 8th they were ready to party the night away. However, a pre-party worthy of their presence could not be found and they were forced to create their own.
Meanwhile...
Melissa was enjoying her day at her usually peaceful place of employment, a kids clothing store. Yet, offering to assist her boss (in a non-lick arse way) in moving the adorable halloween costumes proved to be a v. dangerous job. A flying tape gun to the face caused a yelp, copious amounts of blood and an "honestly!" from Melissa. Al was changing into his trunks for a late afternoon dip when Melissa's boss called, breaking the news that she might need stitches and that he should come collect her immediately. Luckily, the wound would prove to not be fatal, and a polar bear shaped ice pack would be all the care it needed.
9o'clock brought our heroines together; Desaree, well on her way to intoxication, greeted a swollen-faced, self conscious Melissa with a hoot, a holler and much encouragement to catch up to everyones current state of inebriation. Quite happy to oblige, she started drinking back vodka orange's like they were going out of style.
Since Jesse's little buddy cut out of the party early, Jesse adopted Melissa as her little buddy for the night. With good big buddy etiquette Jesse showered shots upon Mel all night long while Desaree and Sam did much the same.
The girls decided that it was time to find the actual party, so the 6 of them set off. They had been tipped off that this party was mere footsteps out the door, but sadly an obnoxiously loud search of the neighbourhood proved to be unfruitful. Luckily, after making a few calls (and pushing a few apartment buzzers they shouldn't have) the gals were back on track and off to the party!
Unfortunately, upon finally arriving at the right address the beer bottle scattered lawn and dark windows proved the party had been moved elsewhere! Several MORE phone calls and a short drive later the gang arrived at JT's, where the party seemed to be hopping.
The night became a bit of a blur after this for the girls as the liquors began to flow from generous friends and admirers. Blurry memories recall three consecutive glasses dropped and smashed by a loose handed Mel, outrageous dance moves developed on the dance floor and a drunk-only friendship found in a childhood rival.
Upon arriving at home the girls coerced two innocent, anonymous and mostly sober friends into a 2am backyard dip. Falling into bed the girls reminisced fondly of the night and anticipated the equally wild week to come.
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For the first day of school as roommates, the girls had big plans, this was going to be a fantastic day. They would start off the day with a photo of their fabulous back to school look, attend the pancake breakfast in the bowl and stun everyone in their classes with their attractiveness and spunk. Hardly.
The morning began with June's terse face spinning in Mel's half asleep view, demanding answers to questions like 'Why is the pool uncovered?', 'Why is your light on?' and 'Don't you have to leave for class in 15 minutes?' One wobbly shower later Mel stumbled to the basement where her and Des both realized that the swim and sleep did not sober them up entirely. Giggling at their misfortunes the girls hastily dressed themselves with clothes from the floor, threw their hair up in ponytails (one was wet, the other was last nights pool hair) and sprinted to the bus.
Much to their chagrin the bus did not appear for quite some time. They managed to get picked up by a later bus where Dopko was only too eager to mock their current condition. Realizing as they approached school that they had not done the proper research, an SOS call was made to supply them their class locations. Unfortunately the bus did not arrive with enough time to utilize this information and the girls collapsed with remedial coffee and chocolate milk in the Arts Buffeteria. Needless to say, they ended up needing a 48hr hiatus before they could resume their week of fun.
IN THE NEXT BLOG...
Find out answers to many mysteries of that day. Why was everything in Melissa's purse soaked? Where did Desaree's bag spend the next 24 hours? And what was the TRUE reasoning behinds Mel's light being on?
9o'clock brought our heroines together; Desaree, well on her way to intoxication, greeted a swollen-faced, self conscious Melissa with a hoot, a holler and much encouragement to catch up to everyones current state of inebriation. Quite happy to oblige, she started drinking back vodka orange's like they were going out of style.
Since Jesse's little buddy cut out of the party early, Jesse adopted Melissa as her little buddy for the night. With good big buddy etiquette Jesse showered shots upon Mel all night long while Desaree and Sam did much the same.
The girls decided that it was time to find the actual party, so the 6 of them set off. They had been tipped off that this party was mere footsteps out the door, but sadly an obnoxiously loud search of the neighbourhood proved to be unfruitful. Luckily, after making a few calls (and pushing a few apartment buzzers they shouldn't have) the gals were back on track and off to the party!
Unfortunately, upon finally arriving at the right address the beer bottle scattered lawn and dark windows proved the party had been moved elsewhere! Several MORE phone calls and a short drive later the gang arrived at JT's, where the party seemed to be hopping.
The night became a bit of a blur after this for the girls as the liquors began to flow from generous friends and admirers. Blurry memories recall three consecutive glasses dropped and smashed by a loose handed Mel, outrageous dance moves developed on the dance floor and a drunk-only friendship found in a childhood rival.
Upon arriving at home the girls coerced two innocent, anonymous and mostly sober friends into a 2am backyard dip. Falling into bed the girls reminisced fondly of the night and anticipated the equally wild week to come.
**********************************************
For the first day of school as roommates, the girls had big plans, this was going to be a fantastic day. They would start off the day with a photo of their fabulous back to school look, attend the pancake breakfast in the bowl and stun everyone in their classes with their attractiveness and spunk. Hardly.
The morning began with June's terse face spinning in Mel's half asleep view, demanding answers to questions like 'Why is the pool uncovered?', 'Why is your light on?' and 'Don't you have to leave for class in 15 minutes?' One wobbly shower later Mel stumbled to the basement where her and Des both realized that the swim and sleep did not sober them up entirely. Giggling at their misfortunes the girls hastily dressed themselves with clothes from the floor, threw their hair up in ponytails (one was wet, the other was last nights pool hair) and sprinted to the bus.
Much to their chagrin the bus did not appear for quite some time. They managed to get picked up by a later bus where Dopko was only too eager to mock their current condition. Realizing as they approached school that they had not done the proper research, an SOS call was made to supply them their class locations. Unfortunately the bus did not arrive with enough time to utilize this information and the girls collapsed with remedial coffee and chocolate milk in the Arts Buffeteria. Needless to say, they ended up needing a 48hr hiatus before they could resume their week of fun.
IN THE NEXT BLOG...
Find out answers to many mysteries of that day. Why was everything in Melissa's purse soaked? Where did Desaree's bag spend the next 24 hours? And what was the TRUE reasoning behinds Mel's light being on?
2 comments:
I knew I would be mentioned, and I knew I wouldn't have a real name! What if stalkers find me? If so they'll only use me to get to you two, and possibly June and Al.
Good god you ladies should write a book!
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