The Murtaugh Project

What an interesting night and a crappy morning. 

Number 36, go to school/work hungover has been added to the list and regrettably crossed off. Wednesday night started out as a couple of drinks and a shopping trip, and turned into the drunkest I have ever been (including Halloween 2008) and taking a midterm the next day with a wonderful hangover.

Jeff invited me to a friend’s apartment where we started playing some card games (picture of me wearing the ASSHOLE beer box-hat to come), and me thinking I’d only have 2 Mike’s Hard. Two…turned into 6 and a half, which was enough to get me at least double, if not triple drunk. Asshole turned into Drug Dealer, which I was slightly…too good at. I peed probably 8 times. I lost count of my drinks. I couldn’t stop touching my face and commenting on people’s freckles. And eventually, missed my train home.

I eventually cut myself off (and by that, I mean we left, so I couldn’t have any more) and fell asleep on Jeff’s couch watching the History channel. I woke up and walked to the train station…still drunk.

It was fun, since I usually don’t drink or party or whatever you want to call it when I’m in Boston. And I definitely don’t usually get that drunk. But, it’s my own fault, and I deserve what I got Thursday morning/afternoon: a whole bunch of puking and dry heaving and a stupid hangover for my 2 hour History of Photography midterm. 

And with that, the list continues to dwindle, and I resign to take it easier…that is, until I decide something else needs to be crossed off ;)