Good decisions

The amount of alcohol I consumed this weekend was obscene. I wish drunk me would let me start relationships with guys that would be around. Drunk me has a fear of commitment a million times larger than sober me. Drunk me goes for recent grads who go to schools that are not Northern, people I will never see again. My mentality going into Friday night was that it would be the only night of the weekend I would be able to drink, I drank a fifth of captain and got retarded, but it was a chill friend only party so no big deal, goldfish fights, P&A, Viking Warrior, and Mr. Drunk mistake. I will never do a shot out of someone else's mouth ever again. Of course on Saturday night I decided I had to get drunk before and continue to drink at epic dance party, a hall fundraiser for relay, during which my phone blew up with texts about the rugby house, I had to go. Net drinks: 40 of Peebs, Half a fifth of Castilla, and other peoples drinks. Went out with one guy, walked home with other, and hooked up with Mr. mistake, who is headed far far away as we speak. The uneventful party was followed with attending thing-a-thon, part two of that relay for life fundraiser. I sat my drunk ass n the lobby until eight in the morning, sobering up around six. I was loud and obviously drunk, none of the RAs seemed to care, being well liked is a good thing. I would say next weekend would be chill, but I cannot disrespect my minuscule amount of Irish blood. This weekend is a scrabble tournament compared to next.