02-28-2005 - 9:43 p.m.
For some reason I've reverted back to a college lifestyle.
Over the past few months, my friend and I have become huge fans of beer pong. No one else we know likes to play, so it's always just the two of us getting bombed playing round after round of one-on-one. So, on Friday work got cancelled due to the "snow", and it all melted by 10 a.m. anyways, so he and I decided on playing a few friendly rounds of beer pong.
Like I said, we think we're still in college.
We got started playing around 2 in the afternoon. And we played and played until about 5 when his wife got home from work. (Yes, we think we're in college but he's married and lives in a nice house.) And then we played and played some more waiting for his wife to take us out to dinner because we were both drunk. Usually we are super score keepers, remembering exactly who won how many games. But somehow we totally lost track of all time, all sense, and really, all the universe.
We went out to dinner, which is all a blur. And then I went back to their house insisting I would just take a little nap and then drive home.
But after a 3 hour nap I was still too drunk and just passed out again.
Saturday morning we were both hurting and we couldn't imagine why because we only played like 5 or 6 games, right? Right???
Totally wrong.
We went into the kitchen to find 22 beer bottles lined up on the counter. 22 empty beer bottles. That's 11 games of one-on-one beer pong. That's 1,067 calories of Miller Lite consumed per person. That's a mere appetizer for some people (like my dream boy alcoholic extraordinaire Steve) but that's a hella lot for Miss Niza.
Ugh. I won't be able to even look at a beer till at least Friday.
