From Jim:
This is the story of me being completely and utterly drunk off my ass, in class… at 10 a.m. on a Wednesday morning.
Last year’s MLB opener was my favorite team, the A’s against the Red Sox in Japan. My roommate is a Red Sox fan, so we decided to get a case of beer for this game. The thing is, it started at 3 a.m., which obviously is not a normal time to begin drinking on a Wednesday. We got up at 2 a.m. and began pounding cans of Budweiser.
Fast forward to 6 in the morning. Our roommate was shocked as hell entering the living room in his sleepy state to find empty beer cans everywhere and two hammered kids screaming at the television. Not something you expect to see when going to the bathroom after waking up so early in the morning. The game ended around 6:30 or so, which did not signify the end of drinking. After killing our 24 pack, we found more beer in one of the refrigerators and continued to drink.
Fast forward to 9:15 in the morning, when I have 8 minutes to catch the bus two blocks from my house. I cracked my last beer open and slammed it within 20 seconds, crushed it against my forehead, threw it down and ventured out the front door to catch the bus. I was decently dressed and had my backpack on. I vividly remember this walk to the bus stop. My body was leaning forward and to the left, which is not normal. Upright and straight is normal.
I met my buddy in class, and we sat down in our usual seats.
“Holy shit you wreak of booze!”
“Wellz no shits Ids been dreenking for za past ate hours” I managed to sputter.
Throughout the class I would pass out. I had my right hand propped against my face because I was too drunk to keep my head up on its own. When I would temporarily lose consciousness, my face would slide off my hand, causing the hand to violently slap down against the table. When the professor is talking and everyone is listening intently, it tends to disturb the class. I’d come back into consciousness to see people staring at me, giving me dirty looks.
This process repeated itself throughout the entirety of the class. I’d be awake for a few minutes, pass out, slap the desk with my hand, and then wake up to see people giving me dirty ass looks. Keep in mind it is ten in the morning when all of this is happening on a Wednesday. I can only imagine what must have been going through their heads witnessing myself in this state. When class ended I decided that I really should go home and sleep. It was a bad idea to go to campus.
Only in College…
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I must say, that’s quite incredible of what you did. I don’t think I would go to class though, maybe just pass back out in bed.
maybe they think you have narcolepsy or something. but i guess you said you reeked of alcohol, so maybe not.
hah, i remember that game, everyone was nuts about it here since I go to a college on the east coast. it was pretty cool.