MrMatt
Banned
My birthday Freshman year (2000) would fall on Friday. I remember rolling over in my bed looking at the clock and remarking after it passed midnight that it was now my birthday. I had a calc exam in the morning, so I had gone to bed at about quarter of midnight, and planned to start partying after my exam. My roommates had other ideas. They quickly went up and down the hall saying it was my birthday. A funnel magically appeared in our room. I figured, what the heck, you only turn 19 once. I get out of bed and funnel a beer, and almost threw up; I did not like beer very much back then, whereas now I can tolerate it. I hold it though, and funnel a couple more. I?m beginning to feel a little oblivious at this point, but I?m enjoying it.
One of my roomies takes me to the bathroom to get some water, which I realize was a little specious, but I was drunk at the time and didn?t notice. I found out why they got me out of the room soon enough. We get back to the room and I funnel what I think is another beer. Everyone starts laughing and I ask what?s so funny?they told me they had filled the funnel with vodka. I figured at this point I?m going to be destroyed so I might as well go for broke. I funnel another beer. Then we go roaming the halls in a mob. Paolo our next door neighbor, (who would murder another student about a month later) gives me a couple shots of vodka, and then for some reason we go up to the third floor. I have to use the bathroom up there, but when I?m done peeing we start wandering the halls on the third floor. Apparently my friends wanted to see what I?d do up there, since I was plastered, and we still weren?t very friendly with the third floor. What I did was tell everyone with an open door it was my birthday and get even more liquored up.
So by this time it?s about 3 in the morning. For the first (and to this day one of three times) in my life I blacked out. I crawled into my top bunk, and completely lost time for about 15 minutes. I looked at the clock when I came to, realized I was going to throw up and announced this. They got the garbage can to the side of the bed just in time for me to throw my guts up into it a few times, before I passed out in bed. I woke up the next morning, hopped out of bed, and realized I was still hammered. I went with my room mates to the dining hall and ate some pizza. Oddly enough I felt so shitty that I would associate that pizza with feeling like crap for the next year, and wouldn?t touch ANY pizza for the rest of that year.
Anyhow, after eating I went to take my calc exam. It was one of those classrooms that is multileveled with a row of desks at each level. I stumbled up a few rows to my desk, fell across it and sort of dripped into my seat. I could barely even write my name on the exam I was so hungover/drunk (it would also be one of two times in my life that I was ever hung over). The great thing? I got my high grade of the semester on that exam. After that birthday drinking debauchery I really felt like I had finally arrived at college, and no matter what happened afterwards, I would always have at least one story.
One of my roomies takes me to the bathroom to get some water, which I realize was a little specious, but I was drunk at the time and didn?t notice. I found out why they got me out of the room soon enough. We get back to the room and I funnel what I think is another beer. Everyone starts laughing and I ask what?s so funny?they told me they had filled the funnel with vodka. I figured at this point I?m going to be destroyed so I might as well go for broke. I funnel another beer. Then we go roaming the halls in a mob. Paolo our next door neighbor, (who would murder another student about a month later) gives me a couple shots of vodka, and then for some reason we go up to the third floor. I have to use the bathroom up there, but when I?m done peeing we start wandering the halls on the third floor. Apparently my friends wanted to see what I?d do up there, since I was plastered, and we still weren?t very friendly with the third floor. What I did was tell everyone with an open door it was my birthday and get even more liquored up.
So by this time it?s about 3 in the morning. For the first (and to this day one of three times) in my life I blacked out. I crawled into my top bunk, and completely lost time for about 15 minutes. I looked at the clock when I came to, realized I was going to throw up and announced this. They got the garbage can to the side of the bed just in time for me to throw my guts up into it a few times, before I passed out in bed. I woke up the next morning, hopped out of bed, and realized I was still hammered. I went with my room mates to the dining hall and ate some pizza. Oddly enough I felt so shitty that I would associate that pizza with feeling like crap for the next year, and wouldn?t touch ANY pizza for the rest of that year.
Anyhow, after eating I went to take my calc exam. It was one of those classrooms that is multileveled with a row of desks at each level. I stumbled up a few rows to my desk, fell across it and sort of dripped into my seat. I could barely even write my name on the exam I was so hungover/drunk (it would also be one of two times in my life that I was ever hung over). The great thing? I got my high grade of the semester on that exam. After that birthday drinking debauchery I really felt like I had finally arrived at college, and no matter what happened afterwards, I would always have at least one story.
