Bar Hopping!
Last night was absolutely lovely. After a week of pretty intense reading and academia, not to mention incessant travel, Erin and I finally rewarded ourselves with a night out on the town. Wasted. A group of about 10 or so of us went out.
The events of the night were as follows.
1. I washed clothes so I could look cute going out. The dryer broke. I wore wet clothes. With my new blazer. It ended up being ok.
2. Me thinking I lost my credit card.
3. Drinking a bottle of ''vodka blue'' wall reading Bleak House. This was fine and all until I realized that there is a mirror at the end of my bed...so every time I glanced up from my novel, I got a glimpse of myself drinking from a huge bottle and reading Dickens. Not the cutest sight.
4. Going downstiars to the pub at my dorm and doing a shot of vodka with Erin. Then drinking a ''loopy juice''--consisting of 2 shots of vodka with soem sort of smirnoffy mixer. (Sound familiar Anthony?) Megan came down and we all headed out to bar hop.
5. Bar #1. Pretty cute place, but kind of low key--it seems like it'd be a great place to stop at for a beer in the afternoon. If you are into beer. Or afternoons. Several of us did Vodka shots (thanks Lauren!) and then waited on people to finish their beers to find a place a bit more exciting. There should be a lovely picture of my pink shot glass next to Spencer's enormous beer cup.
6. We went to the purple turtle...which was lovely. Once again, we had a vodka shot, followed my a cranberry and vodka. Much dancing ensued. I'm sure I looked beyond redic...but whatevs. I think it is arround this point that I decided that whenver I saw Phillip I would scream ''PHILIP'' (in what can only be described as the most hard cor manner). Luckily, my screams were usually promptly returned with ''PATRICK'' being screamed in an equally enthusiastic manner. At some point I got a picture with the new object of my obsession, a local black dancer (dances like CRAZY) named Felicity whose (husband?) is the DJ at the Purple Turtle. One more cranberry and vodka later, we all decided we need Madonna or Prince to be an integral part of our evenings. When the DJ would not provide desired music as such, we decided to find a gay bar.
7. The only gay bar we directed to was entitled ''The Jolly Farmer''...and I'm not going to lie, the title made me pretty nervous. By the time we got there we noticed that it was low key and full of old large gay men. Who would have thought? So we left.
8. Erin realizes she has lost her wallet. We return to purple turtle.
9. Erin finds her wallet...and then runs into one of her good friends from high school who is studying abroad as well.
10. I have another cranberry and vodka.
11. Megan and I have our G and T's....it was one of the best G and T's I've ever had in my life. I'm pretty sure at some point I asked Megan if it was ok if I became obsessed with her...why do I say things?
12. Now I'm awake, it's early, and I'm not sure if I want to make the trip to Stratford today. Part of me just wants to lay around here and do my reading for the weekend, etcetera.
Kisses and puppies to everyone from last night.
posted by PatrickMcKelvey @ 1:43 AM
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