Vodka On The Rocks

After I’d finished writing exams at the end of the school year, I decided I needed to blow off some steam so I agreed to meet with M for a drink.

I hadn’t eaten much that day thanks to nervousness about the date, but after only one pint of beer I’d loosened up quite a bit and was having a decent time. After the drink, we decided that it would be a good idea to pick up a pack of vodka coolers and drink them in a nearby park. After downing three in a row, things started to heat up so we decided to go back to his place. However, upon standing up I realized two things:  I was way drunker than I thought and I really had to pee.

After successfully relieving myself in a bathroom found in a classy hotel lobby (ignoring the look of disdain the hotel clerk gave us) all I could focus on was my increasing level of drunkenness. What I was realizing suddenly became apparent to M and everyone else around as I proceeded to expel the contents of my stomach all over the sidewalk in front of the upscale hotel.

Surprisingly, M stayed with me and finally got me onto a bus to his place after missing two of them due to my inability to stand up without continuing to decorate the sidewalk. After getting to his place he grabbed his car and drove me home, no questions asked. So although it was a terrible date, given the circumstances it could have been a lot worse!