I rocked the GRE. Not like rocked it really awesome, but rocked it well enough that I don't feel like a fool applying to the Ivy's. Yay!
So I went to the internet café to brag, then home to read Thomas Pynchon. Because I'm just that cool. And I deserved a day off. At the internet café, I ran into Larissa, who updated me on all the party shenanigans that I managed to miss out on. The kids managed to buy and drink all of a ginormous three liter bottle of vodka, plus whatever else that people brought. Several people got really really sick and barfed all over. Kristin insisted on being the hero of the evening and kicked Phoebe out of her own bathroom. Margaret was called, and several kids went to EuroMed at their own request.
So I talked to Meg after I got home, and she was pissed about the whole thing. Mostly because nobody actually needed to go to EuroMed and she had to take a taxi across town at 2am to deal with squabbling kids. Apparently Kristin had put one of the barfing dudes in the bathtub in order to cool him off. Which makes sense, until you realized that when you're drunk, your body can't regulate it's temperature that well, so once you get all the heat out, you get really fucking cold really fast, and Kristen, who works in a hospital and knows everything about anything medical, almost gave this dude hypothermia. Good job!
During the course of the conversation, Meg and I also expressed our surprise at the number of times people have had so much to drink that they've been sick (or gotten themselves into bad situations...). I sort of understand... I've been sick from drinking, but only twice. The first time was totally deserved: I drank a 40 of PBR, and then a 40 and a half of OldE in an hour and a half. The second time I don't feel was quite so deserved, but whatever. Anyway... I understand that shit happens, but I feel like the amount of shit that happens with this group is way more than it should. It's like people don't know how to drink. And the other thing that pisses me off is that these kids don't really know how to care for drunk people. Rub their shoulders? Put them in a bath tub? What?! Drape them over the toilet and then give them water when they stop barfing. Leave them alone. Nobody wants an audience when they're puking their guts out. Jesus. The only time you need to worry is if they're passed out before they've barfed. Why are people so stupid? It makes me angry.
So I went to the internet café to brag, then home to read Thomas Pynchon. Because I'm just that cool. And I deserved a day off. At the internet café, I ran into Larissa, who updated me on all the party shenanigans that I managed to miss out on. The kids managed to buy and drink all of a ginormous three liter bottle of vodka, plus whatever else that people brought. Several people got really really sick and barfed all over. Kristin insisted on being the hero of the evening and kicked Phoebe out of her own bathroom. Margaret was called, and several kids went to EuroMed at their own request.
So I talked to Meg after I got home, and she was pissed about the whole thing. Mostly because nobody actually needed to go to EuroMed and she had to take a taxi across town at 2am to deal with squabbling kids. Apparently Kristin had put one of the barfing dudes in the bathtub in order to cool him off. Which makes sense, until you realized that when you're drunk, your body can't regulate it's temperature that well, so once you get all the heat out, you get really fucking cold really fast, and Kristen, who works in a hospital and knows everything about anything medical, almost gave this dude hypothermia. Good job!
During the course of the conversation, Meg and I also expressed our surprise at the number of times people have had so much to drink that they've been sick (or gotten themselves into bad situations...). I sort of understand... I've been sick from drinking, but only twice. The first time was totally deserved: I drank a 40 of PBR, and then a 40 and a half of OldE in an hour and a half. The second time I don't feel was quite so deserved, but whatever. Anyway... I understand that shit happens, but I feel like the amount of shit that happens with this group is way more than it should. It's like people don't know how to drink. And the other thing that pisses me off is that these kids don't really know how to care for drunk people. Rub their shoulders? Put them in a bath tub? What?! Drape them over the toilet and then give them water when they stop barfing. Leave them alone. Nobody wants an audience when they're puking their guts out. Jesus. The only time you need to worry is if they're passed out before they've barfed. Why are people so stupid? It makes me angry.
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