Were you drunk in love this weekend? Or just drunk?
As Columbia gears up for Valentine’s Day tomorrow, it appears most of us spent the weekend either getting in the mood for love (or making ourselves forget). Which one were you? Or maybe you don’t even remember… Nevertheless, here are this weekend’s notes from the field.
Ended up shepherding a friend home from 1020 after they threw up on themself. Friend proceeded to force me to make multiple pinkie swears not to call their mother or CAVA them.
Snuck a can of beer into 1020; had it confiscated by the staff halfway through finishing it.
Woke up naked in my bed Saturday morning with my punch-stained white top in the trash next to me, my debit card nowhere to be found, and no recollection of the night before past midnight.
Finished half a bottle of Strawberry Lemonade Svedka at my friend’s apartment and was forced to go to 1020 where I ran into a very tipsy friend who mistook me for a former hook up.
Drank a Bulldog, a Fish Bowl, and ate many chips before Amity Hall event only to ditch my friends upon entering and meeting a hook up at Mel’s.
Went to bed at 4:30 am and was still drunk when I woke up at 11:30 am.
Woke up at 7:00 am on Saturday still drunk with what I distinctly remember as the Russian National Anthem stuck in my head, went back to sleep, then woke up again at noon completely unable to remember how the song goes.
Finessed, finessed, and finessed again.
Love is in the air:
Had loud sex around 8:00 pm Friday, realized my walls are thin enough for me to hear my suitemates having phone convos.
Hooked up with someone from sig ep on Friday night whose name or race I could not remember, was concerned because he took my number but figured out who it was the next morning through a friend.
Debated with my friend over whether she should end a message to her crush with “lol” or “haha” for at least 45 minutes.
Couldn’t get off the waitlist on any Equinox classes because everyone is on that V-day flow.
Partook in my first John Jay booty call.
Had a cute British girl flirt with me at 1020; subsequently questioned my existence.
Went on two dates on Sunday. Both were terrible. Love is dead.