So I'm hanging with my roommates and this really hot chick out on the coast yesterday. First time seeing the ocean. Had a bunch of sea food. Was really killer.
Then, alcohol. I.. distinctly remember being sober getting home even after a few beers on the way.
Then I was like "fireball whiskey," chick was like "I LOVE THAT STUFF" so we're downing it. No problem.
Then roommates are making vodka ice cream. I want ice cream. Easy.
Then at this point, I decide to chug whiskey. That was a poor decision but tasted great. Then my roommate's wife was like "DRINK THIS UP KELLY" and ******** slammed a cup of I don't even know what into my mouth. Then I have more vodka and more whiskey.
At this point I'm getting shitfaced and I can tell. And I briefly think to myself "Alright. Better call it off or I'll pass out."
Then they play that ******** video. Of Bilbo Baggins and shots.
That s**t. And they're like "DRINK, DRINK, DRINK" and I'm all "********. Haven't drank -that- much. Alright."
I remember like. Many more glasses of things. Then a sauna. All of us in sauna. Me making fun of the gay graffiti and totally (probably not) scoring with that one chick. And then me and my roommate devising a cat cleaning device, with him wearing a heavy coat.
Then I awoke here.. sober and gangster.
The moral of this story is, sometimes you're just 20+ drinks shy of creating greatness, like a device that washes your cat.
