Last night (Sunday) I went to Venue in Vancouver to see Thunderheist... and for the sake of going out. I was a little skeptical about going out at first because I had a three hour class at 12:30 the next day. But I was easily persuaded and decided to get drunk (it was a common theme this weekend - hence the lack of blog posts... I was either drunk, getting more drunk, or passed out).
ANYWAY I kept forgetting how much I had to drink, so I kept going... In consistent with double vodka and diet cokes, double fisted the whole night. The night was dope, chilled with MC Isis of Thunderheist (who's a wicked cool lady) and got introduced to K-OS. Kept drinking. More vodka. More. More. More. And passed out back at my place around 5am. At 10am I wake up to a splitting headache... I lay in bed for a while until it's really time to get ready for school.
And that's when it hit me. Well, when I hit the floor. I was still drunk. I thought it was just a really bad hangover but by the time I got to class and couldn't sit up straight, pay attention, and thought everything was funny I knew I had gone in deep waters.
I was watching a presentation (really guys, good job) and I was exceptionally eager when it was time to discuss and critique. I wave my arm in the air to take part... "Yes, Meredith... Go ahead" my prof says. I say giggling, "The lights were super cool! And it was all dope and got my attention, super cool" and that's when I burst out laughing... So hard I almost fell off my chair and had to leave the classroom to control myself.
After the class I came home and died for a while.
True Story. Don't go to class drunk.
(The picture was taken by clubzone photographer Pooya)
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