friendsWell my freshman year at college is coming to an end and it's coming fast! I can't believe that there is only 6 more actual school days left for me.
Anyways Cinco De Mayo was a bunch of fun.
Two days before that I went to a party with my brother where we played a few rousing games of flip cup, kings cup and something else that I had never played before (hmm what was it again?). Well my brother was pretty drunk, though not belligerent, and he went to go get us some more beers. Well, lo and behold, on his way back he slipped on a beer bottle, flew forward, slammed into a coffee table, broke a glass that was on it, and sliced open his chin in three different places. Good thing we found a designated driver, because he was bleeding everywhere.
So we get to the hospital and by now my brother is definitely belligerent, because he's laughing and talking at the top of his lungs like an idiot. I only had a buzz so I tried to tell him to shut up, but that never seems to work well with drunk people.
Anyways so he gets bandaged up and has to wait in the lobby for a bed in ER. He leaves to go to the bathroom and knowing that he's belligerent and losing blood I worry about him. I guess he was just self conscious about this big bandage being wrapped around his head because he comes out of the bathroom with the bandage off and a couple paper towels to stop the bleeding. Needless to say, a couple paper towels weren't enough.
Luckily I had my sorority big sis there to help me out. (Thats who my brother wanted to look good in front of.) So my brother finally gets to go in and we wait for about an hour and a half for him to get stitched up. He then starts texting me telling me that he's tired of waiting and that he to leave. Then he comes running out of the ER saying, "lets go, lets go!" (I'm thinking oh god what did he do now.) We all try and stop him from leaving and he says that his cuts aren't that bad and that he's not bleeding, all the while blood is dripping down his chin. We get him back into the ER room and wait for another hour an half until he comes out all stitched up. Finally.
Then we went back to the house that the party was at and meet up with everyone. After a few minutes of my brother telling his "heroic" story, he grabs a bottle of liquor and begins to get drunk all over. The End.
Cinco De Mayo is another story though.
On Cinco De Mayo I was in this parade for my sorority, and then I was supposed to meet up with my brother at this thing called Cannon ball run. Basically it's an all day event where you go from house to house and drink until all of their alcohol is gone and then move to the next house. So my friend, my big sis and I all buy tickets, which cost ten bucks by the way! After we all got done with the parade thing I was going to call my brother to find out where the party was at. Well my brother calls me, before I get done and tells me that he got thrown into a pool with his phone. Good one bro. He's totally wasted and doesn't even know where he is. (Thats ok though I can still get the info from him or someone he knows, right?) Well I end up getting done with the parade and I call him, and call him, and call him. No answer. Well screw that then!
Good thing I had a back up plan!!
Some girls that I know were throwing a party at their place and what ensued was such fun! My homie and I arrived at about 5pm and celebrated Cinco De Mayo in the traditional fashion(or at least in Chico): getting drunk. I watched my friend do a superman off the porch, play some challenging games of flip cup and ate some nasty chinese.(*Hint: never mix chow mein and beer, nasty!)
Anyways so it was fun! Oh and to sum up this blog, I found out what happened to my brother at 4am the next morning. Turns out that he was walking home after getting thrown in the pool and got picked up by the cops.(a guy who is swaying and completely drenched, thats not suspicious....) Needless to say he spent the rest of the day in the drunk tank. Good going bro. He has the worst luck ever, I'm convinced.
I'll catch you guys on the flip side. Hasta La Vista!
Anyways Cinco De Mayo was a bunch of fun.
Two days before that I went to a party with my brother where we played a few rousing games of flip cup, kings cup and something else that I had never played before (hmm what was it again?). Well my brother was pretty drunk, though not belligerent, and he went to go get us some more beers. Well, lo and behold, on his way back he slipped on a beer bottle, flew forward, slammed into a coffee table, broke a glass that was on it, and sliced open his chin in three different places. Good thing we found a designated driver, because he was bleeding everywhere.
So we get to the hospital and by now my brother is definitely belligerent, because he's laughing and talking at the top of his lungs like an idiot. I only had a buzz so I tried to tell him to shut up, but that never seems to work well with drunk people.
Anyways so he gets bandaged up and has to wait in the lobby for a bed in ER. He leaves to go to the bathroom and knowing that he's belligerent and losing blood I worry about him. I guess he was just self conscious about this big bandage being wrapped around his head because he comes out of the bathroom with the bandage off and a couple paper towels to stop the bleeding. Needless to say, a couple paper towels weren't enough.
Luckily I had my sorority big sis there to help me out. (Thats who my brother wanted to look good in front of.) So my brother finally gets to go in and we wait for about an hour and a half for him to get stitched up. He then starts texting me telling me that he's tired of waiting and that he to leave. Then he comes running out of the ER saying, "lets go, lets go!" (I'm thinking oh god what did he do now.) We all try and stop him from leaving and he says that his cuts aren't that bad and that he's not bleeding, all the while blood is dripping down his chin. We get him back into the ER room and wait for another hour an half until he comes out all stitched up. Finally.
Then we went back to the house that the party was at and meet up with everyone. After a few minutes of my brother telling his "heroic" story, he grabs a bottle of liquor and begins to get drunk all over. The End.
Cinco De Mayo is another story though.
On Cinco De Mayo I was in this parade for my sorority, and then I was supposed to meet up with my brother at this thing called Cannon ball run. Basically it's an all day event where you go from house to house and drink until all of their alcohol is gone and then move to the next house. So my friend, my big sis and I all buy tickets, which cost ten bucks by the way! After we all got done with the parade thing I was going to call my brother to find out where the party was at. Well my brother calls me, before I get done and tells me that he got thrown into a pool with his phone. Good one bro. He's totally wasted and doesn't even know where he is. (Thats ok though I can still get the info from him or someone he knows, right?) Well I end up getting done with the parade and I call him, and call him, and call him. No answer. Well screw that then!
Good thing I had a back up plan!!
Some girls that I know were throwing a party at their place and what ensued was such fun! My homie and I arrived at about 5pm and celebrated Cinco De Mayo in the traditional fashion(or at least in Chico): getting drunk. I watched my friend do a superman off the porch, play some challenging games of flip cup and ate some nasty chinese.(*Hint: never mix chow mein and beer, nasty!)
Anyways so it was fun! Oh and to sum up this blog, I found out what happened to my brother at 4am the next morning. Turns out that he was walking home after getting thrown in the pool and got picked up by the cops.(a guy who is swaying and completely drenched, thats not suspicious....) Needless to say he spent the rest of the day in the drunk tank. Good going bro. He has the worst luck ever, I'm convinced.
I'll catch you guys on the flip side. Hasta La Vista!
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