Czech It Out August 29
Okay, I’m doing this update from a computer lab on campus because we don’t have the internet at our (off campus) house yet, and won’t for another week or so. I just got finished with my first couse, Media Writing, and have an hour or so until my next one starts, so I figured I’d do a quick post. I took Adderall this morning, and since I didn’t take any all Summer, my tolerance is at zero, and I feel like a speed freak. Anyway, we went over the syllabus in my Media Writing course, and there was one thing that I thought was kind of strange - “Blogs and podcasts” are considered extra credit for the class. I’m pretty sure that this site was in existence way before the term “blog” started to be used commonly, but I’m not really sure if I’d consider this site one of them. According to Wikipedia, it was first used in 1997, and - Actually, I just realized I don’t care. But regardless, I don’t think I’d want this site to be used as extra credit, it just doesn’t seem appropriate. And Podcasting is still relatively new, but I’m not interested in that at all either, especially since I lost my iPod. Yep.
Last Tuesday night, some friends and I decided we should get some money together and do carbombs at my friend Dave’s house. I always do these at bars, and they’re so good, but they’re usually around $8.00 or so. I think there were six of us doing them, so we threw in $20 each, and there was enough ‘ingredients’ for us to do a hell of a lot more than $20 would buy in a bar. So I did around 8 or 9, and then decided to change things up a bit - I busted out a bottle of grappa, and we did a few shots of that. For those of you that have never had grappa, as far as I’m concerned, it’s the worst-tasting liquor ever. Then we drank what was left of my Absinthe that I had brought home with me from Spain. At this point I was pretty drunk. Tommy and I decided it would be a good idea to go kayaking. The house we were at has a lake behind it that eventually leads into the Susquehanna. So we grabbed a few beers and hopped in the kayaks. We started paddling upstream, and from this point on everything is very hazy, so the rest of the story is based on what Tommy told me. After kayaking for half an hour or so and finishing the beers, I thought we had somehow ended up back at Dave’s house, even though we has been paddling upstream the entire time. Tommy tried to convince me that it wasn’t Dave’s yard, and not to get out of the kayak, but apparently I was hell bent on getting out right there. So I dragged the kayak into some random person’s yard, and Tommy headed back to Dave’s. I honestly don’t know where I slept, but I’m assuming it was either in the kayak (which would have been pretty uncomfortable) or someone’s backyard. I don’t remember waking up the next morning either. When I ‘came to’, I was at someone’s front door, and I can’t explain why but I was trying to get into the house. I’m pretty sure that I thought it was Dave’s Aunt’s house, and that I thought that Tommy was in there asleep, because it still hadn’t dawned on me that I was alone at this point. So I kept ringing the doorbell and knocking, still not having any idea what I was doing. I was just standing there with no shirt on (I’m mad that I lost that shirt, too) shivering like crazy because it was pretty cold out. Then the cops showed up. I was glad to see them because at this point I wasn’t aware that I was doing anything wrong or out of the ordinary. They asked what I was doing and at that point it struck me that I didn’t know. They asked where I slept, and I didn’t know. I told them I was at a friends house the night before and that we had gone kayaking. They told me to get into the car and asked me where my car was. I know how to get to Dave’s house, but I didn’t know where I was, and I don’t know the names of the streets in that neighborhood, so they drove me around for about 10 minutes. They started to get pretty aggravated, and told me they were about to take me to the station, and then I finally saw the street I was looking for. So they made me stay in the car while they talked to Dave’s parents. Apparently they asked them what kind of drugs I was on, since I guess being covered in cuts, not wearing a shirt, and shaking alot gives someone that impression. Anyway, they got a call on their radio and had to take off in a hurry, so hopefully I won’t be getting any surprise citations in the mail, but if I do, I deserve it. Then it dawned on me that I had no idea where the kayak was. So I hopped in the remaining kayak, still drunk as hell and confused, and went looking for it. After an hour or so I started to fear that it floated all the way down into the Susquehanna, and was about to give up. When I got back to Dave’s they had found it while searching on foot. That was a huge relief because those things cost like $400. Anyway, the whole thing was ridiculous and I can’t believe it happened. I’m not the only one that got hammered that night, I’m just the only one who has retarded shit like this happen to them. I kind of see this as a sort of wake-up call of sorts. I’m not gonna stop drinking completely, but I’m definitely gonna tone it down for awhile, even though school just started… We’ll see. I did call Dave’s mom and apologize and everything, but I still feel like a complete moron. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my little story, and I hope I don’t have any more like it to tell anytime soon.
Check it out - You can use your PSP to access your iTunes on a WiFi connection. That’s kinda cool, but it looks like you need to be using the 2.0 firmware, and a Mac, so… Maybe not. Alright, I have to get to class.




