Drunken Genius

Instead of Penny Pitchers, we decide to just drink at Rob's place and invite a bunch of people for power hour. And people showed up. Lots of people.

Let me put it this way, this is probably the most people that have showed up to a thing at Rob's in a long time. Whether that means anything or not, I'm not sure. (By the way, this sentence is vague for a reason... because I'm hungover)

So we drank. I hit on some freshmen chicks. All the people left. We still wanted to party. CHUG.

While at the chug, a lady friend of ours decides to be cute and lead me on about the possibility of getting some. If I had been sober, I would've seen right through the little charade almost immediately. But, being drunk, I got my hopes up.

After an slightly upsetting evening (but still fun because I got drunk) and a trip to Taco Bell where I got the MOST AMAZING CHICKEN QUESADILLAS EVER, it was time to call it a night.

(Editors Note: Seriously, these quesadillas were perfect. Most of the time, the asshole clerks never grill the thing properly and the cheese doesn't get completely melted. Or they don't cut it into equal pieces and the ends are just tortilla pieces while the middle portions are overflowing and you get the cheese sauce all over your self. But the ones I got last night: Warm, Crunchy, and well portioned. This was the saving grace of my evening and I'd like to thank the clerks at the Taco Bell on South Tillotson for all their hard work and commitment to the craft of quesadilla making.)

Once I got home and still in my drunken stupor, I realized that we had gone to the CHUG. The CHUG is a bar. People smoke copious amounts of cigarettes in this bar...

Long story short, my really nice leather coat smelled like smoke. Last time that happened, I had to wait about a week-and-a-half before it aired out. This was a total bummer that I vowed would never occur again...

But, it did. So I had to come up with a plan B. Luckily, I have fabric softener sheets with Fabreeze in them. So right before I went to bed, I tossed my coat into the dryer with about three sheets and hoped that would cure the massive cigarette funk.

One hungover morning later... IT FUCKING WORKED. My drunken theory actually came through.

This once again proves my theory: I'M AWESOME.


~Nate-O