Graduation

So after a crazy night of drinking, like usual, I went to three of my best friends graduations. One 3 hours of sleep mind you. I enjoyed a couple of speakers but the main speaker was talking about politics and nothing that interested me, I almost fell asleep. I mean this man made me want to drink and I was so hung over, thinking about beer made me want to vomit.

After the graduations and pining ceremony for my nursing friends, I got a hotel and headed to Hofbrauhaus to meet up with Sarah, my old roommate and all her New Breman friends for the celebration. Now this is the girl who I was talking about to the random guy the night before. After being there for oh 15 minutes, I fell into the “You’ll feel much better if you have one beer. It’s just what you need to make the hang over go away.” Well needless to say that ONE beer turned into an 11 hour drinking spree with an end result of me on all fours in front of the Comfort Suits. But at Hofbrauhaus Sarah’s brothers wouldn’t let any of us girls pay, so I got 2 liters of beer, one pint and 2 shots PLUS dinner. Yet, when we went to the next bar and I somehow managed to spend $100. How? I have no idea, but judging by the end of the night, maybe I shouldn’t have.

When we got back to the hotel, I threw myself out of the cab and landed on all fours in front of the hotel telling the cab to just wait a sec while I puke and then I will pay him. I crawled to the curb, popped a squat and looked through my purse. No cash. Oops. Neither Sarah nor Rachel had some either. So… free cab ride. I love Cincinnati!!

As soon as we got to the hotel, we ate some pizza and crashed. Woke up the next morning to find out that Rachel slept in the stairwell and was locked out of our room so she had to ask the front desk to let her in at 5am AND there was a condom wrapper in out bed. Well we are all girls, non of us got sex that night so that would mean it wasn’t ours and was in the bed. EWWW. When we left we demanded we be reimbursed for the room because of unsanitary conditions.

Needless to say, the night/ was a success. Three hours of sleep, 11 hours of drinking and then 5 hours of sleep. My body hates me.