I wrote the following while working as the coat check girl at Level B last fall! There are several more that I'll upload later. The random bits calling out and judging people are just observations I had while working.
Written 10/26/2012
I recently had my first real drunken Tuesday night last week. It was the Tuesday before Fall Break. My classmates had backed out of the Multimedia Journalism Workshop drinking game I desperately wanted to play the next day, so we decided to try our hand at Moonie's Trivia Night. We were four journalism majors with various minors and knowledge pools - how could we go wrong? It started with the first fishbowl...it was blue, I think. Norah decided we needed to drink for the whole refrain of some song, so we did. Fifteen long seconds of nearly freezing cold alcohol. Now only was I on my way to inebriation, I was on my way to brain freeze. Awesome.
For those of you who don't know what a fishbowl is, let me break it down for you: Imagine for me, if you please, a plastic fishbowl, roughly a foot tall similar to the one you might have had as a child.
...slow jams? Really DJ? It's only 12:45am.
Anyways. Imagine the fishbowl you used to keep Gary the goldfish in with all the pretty stones and maybe a little old school diver. Now replace the stones with ice, and the gross bowl water with a mixture of some blue jungle juice, a pint of vodka, a little soda, and a little blue curaçao to top it off. Add a fuck-ton of brightly colored long straws and you have the drink of the night. Oh, replace Gary and the scuba diver with sour gummy worms.
This was the first time I had ever drank and fishbowl. Shared between three of us.
Honey, you can't shuffle in those heels. You look like a horse parading around, lifting your legs and clacking about. Should we nail your shoes on too?
So between Norah, Eli and I, we embark on this fishbowl before Trivia even starts. FPC totally knows how to party, obviously.
And now she kicks up her leg and looks to be pawing the ground, impatient for this guy to jump on it and shout "Yee haw!"
The fourth member of Trivia Team FPC, Aaron watches us and even times us - 15 seconds, 30 seconds, slamming his hand down when we were to stop. Except that he missed out count sometimes, which left us sipping until the brain free got to us.
Did I mention the only that I consumed in the 12 hours prior to this is a smal sandwich hastily made and consumed 10 minutes before meeting up with everyone? I make only the best choices, you know.
I was feeling pretty good after fishbowl #1, and I think we were through at least one round of Trivia by this point. We were doing pretty good and feeling confident. I was the team's scribe and runner. And Aaron's music requester. The DJ was really cute, so that was no imposition on my part.
So we move onto fishbowl #2, still trying to accomplish this secret task. Or help its development at the very least (COUGH COUGH NORAH COUGH). It was easier than I thought to get the ball rolling, and I'm sure the alcohol really helped. How did I end up pimping this semester?
Fishbowl #2 is a little easier to get through now that I knew what to expect. Or maybe that's just what I feel in retrospect. #2 was blue as well, but when Eli brought it to the table we hadn't finished the first yet. Plus the gummy worms stuck beneath the ice and needed to be liberated from the icy depths. The straws were flimsy and futile against the icebergs. So I bravely faced the chill and plunged my hand in to rescue them. It was cold and I nearly lost a few fingers to frost bite, but I survived. Those little suckers were tasty!
As Trivia continued, our collective knowledge was slowly failing us. There were five rounds of four questions each,. The points awarded went up substantially with each round, widening the gap between the winners and the losers. In total, I think we only missed two or three questions, but it was enough to drop us from Top 3, sadly. And we missed an obvious question concerning People magazine and Steve Jobs.
After another two Trivia rounds, we finished the fishbowl. So I got us a pitcher of Pale Ale to share. Halfway through that and at the end of Trivia, my apartment mate Mike shows up, fresh from work and a bottle or two of wine, and buys us all another pitcher of beer. It was close to last call so we decided to peace. Outside, I vaguely remember talking to Eli and Norah, who were both drunk as I was and still heading to Chanty's for a little more! Not that I minded that so much, if I drank more, I think I would have puked on the street. I happily sent them to Chant's (goodness only knows where Aaron is in my recollections at this point. I hope he went to talk to his true-love-at-first-sight in a striped sweater that I wasn't able to catch a decent glance of!) and Mike and I walked home.
I'm pretty proud that I, more or less, clearly remember everything up until this point. I remember embarking towards home, but don't remember getting to the door, or coming inside, or falling asleep on Mike's bed - we didn't do anything, it's honestly just warmer in his room because he has the stupid central heater. It's kind of a shoddy deal. I do remember Mike microwaving one of Jay's curry things and him giving me water to drink but I think I passed out quickly after that.
I also remember having to wake up early for work the next morning and freaking out when I thought I had left my jackets at Moonie's, which had my wallet and keys, but found it thrown on my desk, of all places after five minutes of frantic searching. Don't remember slinging it there at all.
Thus my weeknight of revelry and drunkenness was over. I guess there's a first for everything!
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