I did a lot of stuff this weekend.
Friday night, I was really tired and wasn't going to do anything, but ended up hanging out with some SG people and having a lot of fun.
Saturday morning, I took my car in to have its brakes checked. Nine hours and eight hundred dollars later, I had it back. It sucks to spend money on something lame like that, but at least now it feels safe to drive again.
Saturday night, I went to a party at my old roommate's new apartment in this luxury apartment building that just opened in College Park. It's a very nice place, a lot nicer than anywhere else in the city. And it's mostly students.
I went on a liquor run around 11pm and when I was coming back I passed three sweaty drunk 19 year old 6 out of 10s in the hallway. I don't mean that they were drunk and sweaty, I mean they were drunk to the point that it was making them sweat. They started telling me about how they had all just streaked through the hallway and how upset I should be that I missed it, and they were talking so fast and all at once that I couldn't get a word in. I sort of just looked at them with a perplexed and unimpressed expression. After they turned the corner away from me, still chattering, I heard one of them yell "Whatever, that guy was a fag." I guess I didn't seem impressed enough by them or distraut enough that I had missed seeing their sweaty A-cups running down the hallway. That's the shit about college that I'm glad to be done with.
But then I got back to the party and everybody was drinking and playing beer pong and staying up until 4 am drinking, because they didn't have to drive home and they didn't have anything important to do the next day. That's the shit I miss about college.
Sunday morning I had a horrible hangover, which was strange because I never get hangovers. And my body was all sore from sleeping on the floor. I knew I couldn't make it back to Baltimore in that condition, so I went to my parents' house in Cheverly because I knew they were out of town. I had to pull over twice to puke and almost fell out of my car, because I was so dizzy. When I got there I stole two of my mom's oxycontin pills and watched Arrested Development episodes on my brother's computer all day, which was pretty chill.
Friday night, I was really tired and wasn't going to do anything, but ended up hanging out with some SG people and having a lot of fun.
Saturday morning, I took my car in to have its brakes checked. Nine hours and eight hundred dollars later, I had it back. It sucks to spend money on something lame like that, but at least now it feels safe to drive again.
Saturday night, I went to a party at my old roommate's new apartment in this luxury apartment building that just opened in College Park. It's a very nice place, a lot nicer than anywhere else in the city. And it's mostly students.
I went on a liquor run around 11pm and when I was coming back I passed three sweaty drunk 19 year old 6 out of 10s in the hallway. I don't mean that they were drunk and sweaty, I mean they were drunk to the point that it was making them sweat. They started telling me about how they had all just streaked through the hallway and how upset I should be that I missed it, and they were talking so fast and all at once that I couldn't get a word in. I sort of just looked at them with a perplexed and unimpressed expression. After they turned the corner away from me, still chattering, I heard one of them yell "Whatever, that guy was a fag." I guess I didn't seem impressed enough by them or distraut enough that I had missed seeing their sweaty A-cups running down the hallway. That's the shit about college that I'm glad to be done with.
But then I got back to the party and everybody was drinking and playing beer pong and staying up until 4 am drinking, because they didn't have to drive home and they didn't have anything important to do the next day. That's the shit I miss about college.
Sunday morning I had a horrible hangover, which was strange because I never get hangovers. And my body was all sore from sleeping on the floor. I knew I couldn't make it back to Baltimore in that condition, so I went to my parents' house in Cheverly because I knew they were out of town. I had to pull over twice to puke and almost fell out of my car, because I was so dizzy. When I got there I stole two of my mom's oxycontin pills and watched Arrested Development episodes on my brother's computer all day, which was pretty chill.
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Yeah, that's car brakes for you, man. That nice shudder when your car brakes means you're about to part with around a thousand fuckin dollars. I know, believe me.