A November Night in 1997
So right now, I'm trying to get an appetite cuz I'm still sick and it's another 45 mins til another medication break. So, here I am... posting. onto the Blog. Always wondering if anyone reads the darned thing.
I'll be honest. I'm basically a lightweight when it comes to drinking. But, I'll still hang out once in a while... get a crown and coke with cherries, a shiner bock, or whatever.
My story? Let's see. November 1997. My friends Heffe and Rob were dunking their ring, as part of Aggie tradition. Basically, you put your college ring in a pitcher of alcohol, and you have oh so many seconds to finish it. Whatever your class year is...in our case, 1999... then you would have 99 seconds to finish the pitcher. So that night, my folks were going to visit my grandmother, so I hitched a ride with them to Foam. Well, there was a good crowd of Aggies there, as well as the local rugby team. Several folks were dunking that night, and were actually already underway by the time I got there. Heffe and Rob got theirs done, slightly a bit past the 99 second mark. All said and done, and we did the congratulations and high five's, it was a nice quiet night. Besides, I had a major oil platform presentation to do for a design class the following morning. But... the night was still young. My dear best friend KC asks if I had dunked mine yet. And so I replied... No...
So my dear KC then shouts out HEY EVERYBODY, BUM HASN'T DUNKED HIS RING YET! The attention shifts to our direction, and I'm mouthing to KC no...no...no no NO, I don't drink, and I can't do water, and I can't do Coke. She nods. Then she disappears, and comes back with a glass.
Smell this, do you smell any alcohol? No.
Taste it, do you TASTE any alcohol? No...
Well? Well, what is it?
It's Cider. Like... apple cider, cider?
Yeaaah.
Next thing I know, I'm putting my ring in a pitcher of this cider, waiting for it to warm up a bit.
It finally warms enough, and so... 3 2 1
I start drinking the cider. It's flowing pretty smoothly. About 40 seconds later, it's all gone, I kiss my ring, and put it back on. I'm grinning. People keep asking me if I need a trashcan, and I say no. About 3 minutes later, I'm looking for that trashcan. After a bit of cleansing... Shixa and Flowercharmed decided to take me for a walk, and KC accompanied us. Basically, we walked around the corner and walked into Evolution, aka Evo's. So I'm looking around, listening to the mellow music, staring at the black and white tile... and then I have a Chasing Amy moment... Hey, those two girls are kissing.... wait a minute...this is THAT EVO's??? I started getting this silly grin, so the three angels took me out and back to Foam. The rugby team started doing their chants again, which consisted of assigning a sexual act with a day of the week. Note, only rugby team members are allowed to chant the rugby chants. But I didn't seem to care. I chanted along with them. Except... my days of the week were out of order. Went like Monday is a ...., Thursday is a.... Sunday is a.... hey KC, what day is next? Oh yeah... Wednesday is a ... Then my folks finished visiting my grandma, so they were gonna come pick me back up. KC, Shixa, and Flowercharmed waited outside with me. There was a full moon outside, so I started howling. And giggling. And drunkedly tried to keep a straight face as my folks arrived. I waved good-bye to the three dear ones, and put on my seatbelt.
Hey, so how did the ring dunki...hey, you had something to drink, huh?
Yesh.
How much?
One glash. Hee.
Apparently, the drive home, I discussed health care reform and feeling bad for doctors. Threw up again when I got home, then went to sleep. next morning, surprisngly, no headache. But, the presentation was fun. Long story short... we got an A. :) And later that day, Derrick told me they served me 12% cider. Ah...
Which proves the point...
A good friend will get you out of jail.
A best friend will be sitting next to you saying, That was fun, wasn't it? Thanks, Kace. :) You're a keeper.
I'll be honest. I'm basically a lightweight when it comes to drinking. But, I'll still hang out once in a while... get a crown and coke with cherries, a shiner bock, or whatever.
My story? Let's see. November 1997. My friends Heffe and Rob were dunking their ring, as part of Aggie tradition. Basically, you put your college ring in a pitcher of alcohol, and you have oh so many seconds to finish it. Whatever your class year is...in our case, 1999... then you would have 99 seconds to finish the pitcher. So that night, my folks were going to visit my grandmother, so I hitched a ride with them to Foam. Well, there was a good crowd of Aggies there, as well as the local rugby team. Several folks were dunking that night, and were actually already underway by the time I got there. Heffe and Rob got theirs done, slightly a bit past the 99 second mark. All said and done, and we did the congratulations and high five's, it was a nice quiet night. Besides, I had a major oil platform presentation to do for a design class the following morning. But... the night was still young. My dear best friend KC asks if I had dunked mine yet. And so I replied... No...
So my dear KC then shouts out HEY EVERYBODY, BUM HASN'T DUNKED HIS RING YET! The attention shifts to our direction, and I'm mouthing to KC no...no...no no NO, I don't drink, and I can't do water, and I can't do Coke. She nods. Then she disappears, and comes back with a glass.
Smell this, do you smell any alcohol? No.
Taste it, do you TASTE any alcohol? No...
Well? Well, what is it?
It's Cider. Like... apple cider, cider?
Yeaaah.
Next thing I know, I'm putting my ring in a pitcher of this cider, waiting for it to warm up a bit.
It finally warms enough, and so... 3 2 1
I start drinking the cider. It's flowing pretty smoothly. About 40 seconds later, it's all gone, I kiss my ring, and put it back on. I'm grinning. People keep asking me if I need a trashcan, and I say no. About 3 minutes later, I'm looking for that trashcan. After a bit of cleansing... Shixa and Flowercharmed decided to take me for a walk, and KC accompanied us. Basically, we walked around the corner and walked into Evolution, aka Evo's. So I'm looking around, listening to the mellow music, staring at the black and white tile... and then I have a Chasing Amy moment... Hey, those two girls are kissing.... wait a minute...this is THAT EVO's??? I started getting this silly grin, so the three angels took me out and back to Foam. The rugby team started doing their chants again, which consisted of assigning a sexual act with a day of the week. Note, only rugby team members are allowed to chant the rugby chants. But I didn't seem to care. I chanted along with them. Except... my days of the week were out of order. Went like Monday is a ...., Thursday is a.... Sunday is a.... hey KC, what day is next? Oh yeah... Wednesday is a ... Then my folks finished visiting my grandma, so they were gonna come pick me back up. KC, Shixa, and Flowercharmed waited outside with me. There was a full moon outside, so I started howling. And giggling. And drunkedly tried to keep a straight face as my folks arrived. I waved good-bye to the three dear ones, and put on my seatbelt.
Hey, so how did the ring dunki...hey, you had something to drink, huh?
Yesh.
How much?
One glash. Hee.
Apparently, the drive home, I discussed health care reform and feeling bad for doctors. Threw up again when I got home, then went to sleep. next morning, surprisngly, no headache. But, the presentation was fun. Long story short... we got an A. :) And later that day, Derrick told me they served me 12% cider. Ah...
Which proves the point...
A good friend will get you out of jail.
A best friend will be sitting next to you saying, That was fun, wasn't it? Thanks, Kace. :) You're a keeper.
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