I decided that the story I'm about to tell is too long to put in one post so I'm going to tell a little bit at a time.
After a long day of classes, a bunch of friends and I decided that stress relief was in order. The biggest decision of the night was to either to go to "Trads", a dive bar that was within walking distance or McFaddens, a very classy bar which we knew would be "hoppin." In order to delay this tricky decision we all decided to pregame in my suite for awhile until the choice was made. SN had her ID so her, MAA, and myself set off for the Liquor store with a list about as long as my right arm. Jack, Georgie, Sky, Bacardi, Corona, Old English, needless to say we had more ethyl alcohol than an Organic chem supply closet. The three of us had a successful quest down the snow-shoveled sidewalks of Queens and we were welcomed back to the dorm with open arms.
A few card games got festivities started and about half a bottle of Georgie later we still had not come to a decision about the two bars. Naturally, at that point, decision making had evaded everyone in the suite so from then on things took a nosedive.
Before I continue, I want everyone to keep saying to themselves, "We have all had bad nights."
McFaddens was the well thought-out conclusion we came to. When we left the room I noticed two things. One, none of the girls had coats on and two, MA was looking pretty wobbly. Lets keep in mind that this was in the middle of winter. We met the cabs out of gate 6 and off we went, four guys, three girls.
When we arrived at city field I noticed a problem, there was a line halfway around the block. When we stepped out of the cab another problem hit me, the 3 degree windchill. Immediately everyone huddled together, coats traded shoulders between guys and gals, and we waited. MA then gave me a look that I recognized immediately. I quickly grabbed her and we rushed out of line.
She went to her knees in the snow as I quickly lifted her back up. We had a sizable audience due to the enormous line waiting to get into the bar. I could imagine what some were saying to themselves, "How funny would it be if this drunk chick threw up in front of everyone." On the other hand I'm sure some of the crowd had a more sympathetic way of thinking. Anyways, I was trying to get MAA to stand up so we would look slightly less stupid in front of these hundreds of people. Holding MAA up was not an easy task. I felt like I was some sort of rescue swimmer trying to hall one of the Coast Guard's practice dummies out of the pool. I finally decided that it was time to call it quits so I motioned to PP that it was time to get a cab back to campus. As I mentioned earlier it was winter in New York City, which meant that to get to the cab we had to climb over a waist high snow bank. What a treat this was. My swimming dummy and I had a difficult time to say the least. I was trying to push her up the snowbank but whenever I got to a certain point I would lose my footing which sent us falling back down to the bottom. It took more effort than expected, but I finally managed to get MAA into the cab.
More to come later,
Bhoov
After a long day of classes, a bunch of friends and I decided that stress relief was in order. The biggest decision of the night was to either to go to "Trads", a dive bar that was within walking distance or McFaddens, a very classy bar which we knew would be "hoppin." In order to delay this tricky decision we all decided to pregame in my suite for awhile until the choice was made. SN had her ID so her, MAA, and myself set off for the Liquor store with a list about as long as my right arm. Jack, Georgie, Sky, Bacardi, Corona, Old English, needless to say we had more ethyl alcohol than an Organic chem supply closet. The three of us had a successful quest down the snow-shoveled sidewalks of Queens and we were welcomed back to the dorm with open arms.
A few card games got festivities started and about half a bottle of Georgie later we still had not come to a decision about the two bars. Naturally, at that point, decision making had evaded everyone in the suite so from then on things took a nosedive.
Before I continue, I want everyone to keep saying to themselves, "We have all had bad nights."
McFaddens was the well thought-out conclusion we came to. When we left the room I noticed two things. One, none of the girls had coats on and two, MA was looking pretty wobbly. Lets keep in mind that this was in the middle of winter. We met the cabs out of gate 6 and off we went, four guys, three girls.
When we arrived at city field I noticed a problem, there was a line halfway around the block. When we stepped out of the cab another problem hit me, the 3 degree windchill. Immediately everyone huddled together, coats traded shoulders between guys and gals, and we waited. MA then gave me a look that I recognized immediately. I quickly grabbed her and we rushed out of line.
She went to her knees in the snow as I quickly lifted her back up. We had a sizable audience due to the enormous line waiting to get into the bar. I could imagine what some were saying to themselves, "How funny would it be if this drunk chick threw up in front of everyone." On the other hand I'm sure some of the crowd had a more sympathetic way of thinking. Anyways, I was trying to get MAA to stand up so we would look slightly less stupid in front of these hundreds of people. Holding MAA up was not an easy task. I felt like I was some sort of rescue swimmer trying to hall one of the Coast Guard's practice dummies out of the pool. I finally decided that it was time to call it quits so I motioned to PP that it was time to get a cab back to campus. As I mentioned earlier it was winter in New York City, which meant that to get to the cab we had to climb over a waist high snow bank. What a treat this was. My swimming dummy and I had a difficult time to say the least. I was trying to push her up the snowbank but whenever I got to a certain point I would lose my footing which sent us falling back down to the bottom. It took more effort than expected, but I finally managed to get MAA into the cab.
More to come later,
Bhoov
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