A Story for the books

This story was told to me by a friend, about a friend of a friend of his, so while details are punchy, this is basically as I understood it. Danny (Wesleyan) heard part of the story, and he suggested I post it. Anyways, I don't really want to reveal this kids name in the post, so I'll just call him ERTS.

Anyways, so ERTS hadn't drinken that much since he'd gotten to college, but not by choice. So, he was invited to a party on Friday night by a fraternity, and decided to go. He also decided that for the first time, he was actually going to get drunk. Well, beforehand, he was hanging out with some friends from the frat, pregaming, which he'd never done before. But, while pregaming, he had about 3-4 shots of scotch and a shot of vodka, all over the course of an hour. Well, he was slightly buzzed by that point, but not that bad. He did learn, though, that Skittles were a good chaser, and after about an hour, he showed up at the party with friends about half an hour after it started.

So, once at the party, he really went overboard with the alcohol. He started with a solo cup (the big red ones) filled with a lot of vodka and some pineapple/orange mix. Even after feeling the effects of the alcohol, and dancing slightly drunkenly, he proceeded to have two more cups of Jungle Juice, which has who knows what in it, but alcohol and some juice. However, this wasn't alcoholic enough for him, so he pored vodka into each of these drinks. After finishing off those drinks, it was at that point that his memory of the night was starting to go, but he still gathered some facts from friends the next day.

As the story goes, he went out for a walk with some friends at the party, came back, and was practically falling on people and saying hi to all the random people he knew. He then played a game of flip cup, but when he realized he couldn't flip, he just drank some more while other people flipped for him. Anyways, people realized he was really drunk, so they got him out onto the balcony, where he proceeded to throw up for a while, and then got him a ride home.

Now, this is where the story gets interesting. After he was dragged up the stairs, he said he had to go the bathroom, and he took a fifteen minute dump, with people banging on the door he whole time to keep him awake. Now, after the dump, he didn't really feel like pulling up his pants apparently, so he walked back to his room where to the surprise of his roommate, he stumbled in with his pants around his ankles. Now, his roommate and two friends knew they had to keep him up, and keep him drinking water, so they asked him all these random questions, like how were Jew services, which he responded to by speaking in Hebrew, and whats your favorite song, which made him sing Shaniqua by Little T and One Track Mike. After finally getting him to bed, he then later woke up at 6 in the morning and started apologizing profusely to his roommate, took off his contacts, and then immediately passed out again. It was only later the next day, when he realized that he forgot almost everything that happened the night before, he knew how serious an issue it was. This was especially apparent after he apparently talked to some close friends, who said they spoke to him at the party, and he didn't even remember.

Anyways, the point of the story is similar to an earlier post by Daniel (Michigan)-yay for drinking, just not too much. I hear the kid is alright and didn't really have a hangover, but he definitely learned to monitor his alcohol ingestion better.