Drunkenness and Debauchery

Mira hosted a potluck last night in our Broadway 10 lounge. Cindy and I decided to contribute salad (I’m a vegetarian!), baguette (to “soak up the alcohol”) and alcohol (what we do best, of course). The night began with me carbo-loading because drinking is an extreme sport and Cindy napping in her room because she’s still pretty jet-lagged.


We had bought a lot of fresh mint and limes, so we decided that mojitos were in order, which were pretty delicious despite the fact that we had to improvise and use brown sugar instead. The dinner was also filled with red wine for Colin and co., Jameson shots for David and I, and virgin Mojitos for our temperate friends. The only downside was that ice wasn’t ready until about 10PM, so we began with lots of lukewarm drinks… that’s when the quality and good taste of our liquor came in handy, I guess.


My RA busted us up, for good reason, so we had to move the party to my room. David, despite slurring a little, kept insisting he wasn’t drunk yet by citing neuroscience jargon and continued to down his shots. He almost had us convinced until he suddenly stopped and said he needed to lie down on my bed. We didn’t let him drink anymore for the rest of the night.


Wen Wen, Jin, Cindy and I had a round of Er Guo Tou and reminisced about Beijing/China with a rousing rendition of Beijing Welcomes You, an official 2008 Olympics promotion song. It seemed that aside from Wen Wen and myself, all the other girls were way too sober. But that’s just the alcoholic in me talking. Despite the disparities in inebriation levels, everyone seemed to enjoy the evening, even Melinda who was completely sober!


After my room, we headed to a party thrown by one of Cindy’s friends. It had a sizable crowd and we even ran into a couple of our floormates, deeming the event the “most social floor event we’ve ever had.” I introduced Cindy to Southern Comfort and we both agreed that Scarlett O’Hara drinks are delicious. Melinda, Cindy and I spotted a random guy at the party dressed as a baseball player. It was really confusing, and since Cindy dared me, I went to ask him what’s what. Apparently he “might be going to an American-themed party later”, and really, what was more American than a baseball player? He then invited me to kick him in the balls because he had full protected on… and this was true. I tested his claim. I should have said something like “I guess there’s nothing more American than a baseball player with tiny testicles!” but that would have been just rude.


Verdict? Last night was definitely a success. I managed to down about 9 drinks without completely losing my mind, throwing up or waking up with a hangover. Next time, I’ll try harder.


Lessons? Jin gets really bad Asian glow. So does Colin, but we forgive him because he’s part Irish. Wen Wen is sometimes a sad drunk, so keep her cell phone away from her to prevent drunk texting. When David goes looking for Jin and Wen Wen in IAB, he will end up alone and asleep in the Law building.