I was so not prepared for yesterday.
I was not prepared for all of the people drunk at 8am. I’m not even conscious at 8am. Why would I drink alcohol that early? It’s a depressant for goodness sakes.
I was certainly not prepared for all the tacky green dollar store St. Patrick’s Day gear everyone was wearing. It’s the kind of junk you would never be caught with sober, but apparently drunk people this it’s the best thing ever. My green t shirt is not enough, they think (I’m assuming). I also need six strings of green plastic beads, a green hat that keeps falling off due to my drunken stumbling, and green sunglasses I keep trying to put on other people’s faces but I actually just poke them in the eye.
I mean, I live in a university dorm. I’m pretty used to people drinking a lot, and to be honest, I drink pretty damn often. I’ve definitely gotten drunk on a Monday night before. But I still don’t get the mass hysteria around St. Patrick’s Day. Why is it so important to drink that exact night? And why so much? Because the thing is that no one got fun drunk last night. Everyone got where-are-my-pants blackout worst-hangover-of-your-life how-did-I-even-get-home drunk. Everyone. On the same night. Half of my friend’s Spanish class took their midterm while sipping green beer out of their water bottles. A different friend has band aids all over her hands from a fall she doesn’t remember. When I was walking down the stairs of my dorm last night I ran into a guy who was unzipping his pants to pee over the railing. I politely asked him to wait until I was gone before he did it.
And what did I do last night? I studied. Yep, nerd alert. Then my friend texted me that she had just broken up with her boyfriend, so I went over with an armload of candy. Honestly, even spending the night with my econ textbook and my sobbing friend still seems more appealing than making poor decisions wearing a lot of plastic green things.
God, I sound really old.