Last night was an enjoyable lark … i didn’t get back to the apartment until nearly 4am. It’s always nice to prove to myself that i can head out to party with some friends without drinking and still have as much or more fun than they’re having. In the midst of all this i managed to get some flirting in (more on that later), watch about 10 consecutive keg-stands (don’t ask), and keep vigil over several less-sober parties in varying degrees of self-destruction. As with all good parties there were some sing-a-longs, one freshman who vomited, and a totally shocking hook-up. And i wasn’t involved in any of the three!
The art of being drunk totally revolves around the ability to do idiot drunken stuff while claiming you have total control over it, when in reality you most likely don’t. Ask me more about that later…
Everyone thought i was drunk last night, and, i was acting pretty tipsy. However, i hadn’t even drank more than a few sips. What people always fail to realize is that i am only as drunk as my surroundings. I’ve been at parties where i haven’t drank a single drop and have been falling out of chairs, and other parties where i’ve drank quite a few drops and carried out rather intelligent conversations. But, people don’t get it, because they can’t handle the fact that i drink responsibly and can have fun without liquor. Oh well.