drunk drunk srunk

This weekend, which should have been spent studying for my Entrepreneurial Law final, was instead spent marinating my liver.

On Thursday night I celebrated the last Doggett class of my career. Of course, in the spring I will likely have the option to take another joyous class with him, but... Never Again, No Way, No How. So back to Thursday. Seeing as last weekend's Thursday involved me and an altercation with my friend Patrón, I decided to stick to beer. This decision was also in anticipation of Friday's annual Beer Olympics. So really, I was doing myself a favor by pregaming.

My state the next morning was worse than the one in which Patrón left me the week prior. (Irrelevant!) I quickly put my game face on and headed to Beer Olympics.

Me +
case chug w/ 9 teammates +
tricycle race +
dizzy bat +
egg race +
flip cup tournament +
straw chug +
waterfall +
[insert drinking games that I was too sloshed to remember playing here] +
3 boot-and-rallies
=
a good time had by all + NO HANGOVER!!


From there, I did not go home to take a cold shower. Nay, I headed straight to the last Wine Club event of the year, an evening to top all evenings, complete with epicurean delights and all the wine I could handle. Have I mentioned how great b-school is?

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming...