Reunion Weekend (A Tad Bit Long?)

Welp, I have broken finger, $100+ erased from my account, and a throw up situation with a pseudo-potential-what?-friend that is a girl thing. Helluva weekend.

It was impromptu alumni-weekend this weekend at my former school, Boston College. Nine of my eleven roommates made the way down to reunite and continue the debauchery came to an end on the 18th. Needless to say, Friday night I drank a lot. A lot. We, for some reason, got a keg for like 5 people. This copious amount of drinking lead to one of my friends just booking it out of the cab in the middle of the street. We later found out that he wandered the streets for hours and nearly slept near an electrical generator on the street. Woooo..college?

Everyone felt the need to step their game up, which lead to poor results at the end of the night. Namely, me throwing up at said pseudo-potential-what?-friend that is a girl thing's house in the morning and stumbling back to my friends' place at around 8:45 in the morning still intoxicated. Hours passed with an array of on-demand music videos and MTV Hits/Jams. Four showings of "One Time" later, we made our glorious returns to BC. We roamed through our old stomping grounds, met some old friends and then visited our old house. What I last remembered as a place that served strictly burgers, hot dogs, and Keystone Light, was now serving sushi, cocktail shrimp and Heinekens. What?! The "Real Girlfriends of Boston College" must have moved into our spot because their one tailgate kicked the living shit out of any of ours cost-wise. Oh well, they didn't look like they were bro-ing out nearly enough. Sure they were girls and it was parents weekends, but you have to bring the noise on gameday. Shit.

Great fuckin' football game. Our bad squad beat a clearly better squad the only way we knew how..by luck. I was proud to be an alumni, but I was not proud that I drank two sodas, ate a pulled pork sandwich, and ate some jankity ass version of some Dippin' Dots.

Saturday night was all about hanging out one last time. We got that sentimental level of drunk and laughed the night away. Many embarrassing Facebook tags will soon pop up in the inbox. Fun night either way. The debit card monster was there to nibble on my card a bit though.

I conclude with Sunday morning. Picture this, me, sleeping, drunk, head-on a window sill (in my friends bed while he was gone for the weekend) half naked (sorry Fozzy), getting woken up to play muthafuckin' flag football. After a series of bartering attempts and outlandish threats, we went to the game. 5 of the drunkest kids on the block. We played our god damn hearts out, but fell just short with 1 second remaining. I also played the game of my life (so I may get a buzz going before every future post) and broke my left index finger after getting hit sticked on a out route.

The weekend ended with breakfast at Eagle's Deli. Though I awaited approx. 1 hour to get my food, it was damned delicious and I wouldn't have had anything go differently. Fun times guys. Hope to see you all again soon.