stumblin' and tumblin'

we get drunk and ridiculous things happen
yup. 

yup. 

these are justine’s texts from last night. we were in a warehouse and she thought i was cockblocking. 

these are justine’s texts from last night. we were in a warehouse and she thought i was cockblocking. 

aaaand this is a picture i took of myself last night. beautiful, no? 

aaaand this is a picture i took of myself last night. beautiful, no? 

bars in new york don’t close until 4 am.

raves don’t seem to have a closing time, which explains why we came stumbling into our dorm at 6 this morning. 

last night started with drinks at the bar with some 40-year-old brazilian guys that my friend had met at a different bar the night before. aka: bruna talked to them in portuguese while justine and i chugged beer (and chugged the mixed drinks that we brought in our purses). finally, after an hour or so of awkwardness, we left, planning to just go home and eat food and go to bed. 

however, the half hour wait for the train, during which we met a group of people drinking beers out of gloves, caused a slight change in plans. instead of getting off at our stop and going home, even though it was 2 am, we stayed on the train and went into the depths of brooklyn to go to a “rave” with these guys. a few stops and one bathroom break in the street later, we got to this warehouse-type building and thus began the rave. 

i guess i didn’t really know that raves existed in real life- or, if i did, i certainly never expected to be at one, especially not with four guys that we had met on the subway. about ten minutes in, we were offered molly for about a quarter of its usual price, and a few minutes after that, a combo of hash/weed was passed around. it’s amazing how available drugs were.. which i guess is pretty typical, but it was just strange to see. 

after a solid few hours of dancing (and in justine’s case, licking) we left. getting home at six am. new york is insane. 

"Ethernet is connecting…"

First drunk blog on the drunk blog!!!

Clearly, Ethernet, you are not connecting because you have been trying for ten minutes. And since the wireless is gone, I have resorted to tumblr on my phone. And this is after I dug the internet cord out from under my bed, crawled under my desk to plug it in, and then had to go on a hunt for my computer… Should have just started on my phone.

Macaroni and cheese is good.

from a party we had last year (in our apartment-style DORM… yeah.)
the only thing we actually bought for this party was the beer. everything else came from our cupboards. 

from a party we had last year (in our apartment-style DORM… yeah.)

the only thing we actually bought for this party was the beer. everything else came from our cupboards. 

lydiapurcell asked: the title of this blog is freaking brilliant hahaha

thank you! i figured it was fitting 

the time that we met some guys doing coke in their car and they took us to a hipster party

most of the time, when you pass some guys doing lines of coke in their car on mission hill, you just keep walking. when they call out to your friends, you ignore them. you certainly don’t go over to their car and introduce yourself, which is exactly what we did. 

when the cops came to the car, we bolted and hid on our friends porch nearby, but when the cops left (somehow, they only got scolded for loud music- the cops didn’t notice the drugs or massive amounts of alcohol sitting right outside the car door) we returned to the car, and when the four guys invited the three of us to a party a few blocks down, we decided that it was a good idea to go. 

this was a few years ago, before the whole “hipster” thing was as well-known (saying this makes me sound incredibly pretentious, but it is what it is). we walked into this party not necessarily knowing what to expect, but the cigarette-smokey living room filled with people drinking PBR and wearing studded jean vests was certainly not what we thought we would get. instead of names on bedroom doors, there were dark polaroid pictures of each girl that lived there. needless to say, we were immediately out of place, but being the friendly and adaptable (and okay, drunk) people that we are, alex and i embraced this hipster party. we took shots of whiskey and admired the mustaches and sneakily took pictures of some of the more unique aspects of the apartment, such as this lovely “murder” tag that decorated the bathroom. 

one thing we learned about hipsters that night: unlike most other drunk college girls, hipster girls do not go to the bathroom together. unwilling to be left alone, we all piled into the large bathroom at the same time, and we hadn’t been in there for a minute when people were banging on the door insisting that we share the drugs that they assumed we were doing. 

the rest of the night wasn’t nearly as eventful- we went back to our friends house, where we witnessed a guy chase shots of 151 with yogurt. back then, i was still capable of doing shots and insisted that 151 couldn’t possibly be that bad… fyi, it IS that bad, and certainly don’t take a huge swig of it when you only have water as a chaser. 

we weren’t at the party long (maybe half an hour), and it was nearly two years ago, but alex and i will always remember it as that time that we met some guys doing coke in their car and they took us to a hipster party with polaroids on the door and murder in the bathroom. 

last night, i drank: an entire bottle of wine, a shot or two of malibu, some passion fruit rum, a few jack & cokes, beer, more wine, more rum. and i wonder how i get so drunk. 

at the bar, i’m pretty sure all i did was look through the jukebox and sing. i spent an adequate amount of time ordering drinks, and i do remember waving to the bartender when we left, but that’s it. i’m sure other, more exciting things happened at the bar. i just don’t happen to know what they were. 

at my friends apartment, we drank wine, turned off the lights, and had a dance party-that’s what usually happens at joe’s apartment. oddly enough, this is the only part of the night that i remember completely. 

at another friends apartment is when my night really reached it’s emotional peak. i laughed, i cried, i sat on the bathroom floor thinking i was going to puke, i played beer pong and wanted to climb a tree and i’m sure i ended up showing everyone my ass, because at this point, i don’t know if i was capable of keeping my skirt under control. believe it or not, some events occurred that are too risque for even this blog (lol) 

i was walked home a little before 4 am. at this point, the normal person would put on pajamas, drink some water, and pass out. or maybe just the passing out part. what did i do? i cleaned my room. i still haven’t quite figured out how that worked. 

bedtime was 6:30 am, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is a typical saturday night.