I swear, I was going to go to bed. I stopped playing video games abruptly at 1:30, but just as I was unplugging the NES from the lobby TV, a friend (remaining unnamed because she does not deserve to be judged by this one incident) came through the west doors of the building with another mutual friend. Both are laughing, and I call out to them by name. "Who is that?!" she shouts across the lobby. It's not long before I realize that this friend is completely and totally wasted. Richard comes over to help (he was playing Halo on the other TV), and he brings the friend to the office, tells her to lie down, and sets a garbage can next to the couch. I finish packing up my games and then go in to check on the friend. Other friends have set her up with a water bottle and a piece of bread, which she is only barely able to eat. Clumsy, entirely candid, she spouts every thought that comes to mind. And then she pukes a little bit, and it smells of "vodkarita." I started to gag but got my mind away from the smell and the mental image fast enough to maintain my composure.
Almost two hours later, she and I are still in the office. She has fallen asleep, so I am staying down here with her for the night to make sure she doesn't end up choking on her vomit or something. I have class at 9. It's "International Talk Like Sarah Palin Day." She doesn't have class until 4, probably a very good thing, since she will, almost without a doubt, have a hangover.
The moral of the story (one I already knew, actually): vodka takes a while to have its effect. Drink vodka slowly so you know how drunk you are. You'll go from sober to wasted really fast otherwise, with no "slightly buzzed" in between.
The other lesson: the gods of sleep (Hypnos in Greek, Somnus from Roman myth) hate me. I was trying. Really, I was.
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