handcuff party

handcuff party
definition: you and another person of your choosing are handcuffed (or in this case zip tied) together; then the "keys" get dropped into the bottom of the fifth of alcohol; you now cannot be un-handcuffed until that fifth of alcohol is finished.

sound fun? or dangerous?

I'm no newbie to this game. I did it once as a freshman, this will be my third handcuff party, and my second one with my significant other. I know how the game works....you go slow...or as fast as you can without becoming ill. For my partner this was a "go too fast that I'm getting ill" party.

Here we are having fun, pretending finals week isn't next week, drinking out fifth of choice (which is and will always be captain morgan with squirt chaser) and we are getting pretty far along. I am a pussy at taking shots, so I just take tiny pulls frequently from the bottle. My partner on the other hand takes lots of gulps for every pull he/she takes. We are about finished when my partner informs me he/she needs some fresh air.

Not a good sign.

Between the mumbling and stumbling my partner decides he/she wants to lay down...so I decide he/she needs to go home. I walk back to the party to find a sober ride to take us back to my place.

When I reach the door of the party my friend acting as security is having some problems with some unwanted guests. He is a small guy so I enlist some of my friends to help him out with these problem boys (one is already bleeding from an earlier head butting incident at another party). They wont take no for an answer. The police are eventually called and our security tried to have them arrested!

In the meantime I find us a ride to my apartment...where I put my partner to bed with water, and of course they take up the entire bed...so I am left to sleep on the floor.

What a night.

On a side note, I woke up the next morning to find a brand new couch in my downstairs living room....turns out my roommates stole it. thats life for you

Hello not so dead week

So I saw the movie You've Got Mail the other day and it inspired me in the way that I will start my blog.

I'd like to start my notes to you as if we are already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend we are the oldest and dearest friends opposed to what we actually are - complete strangers.

Yes, it is indeed "dead week"...at least that's what they like to call it here. It really is hell week...where teachers pile on the last minutes projects....give us our 3rd midterms (which really makes no sense that we have more than one MID TERM a quarter because they are supposed to occur once in the middle of the TERM, but this is just another absurdity to add on to the list of things about college that don't make sense) and some classes even give us FINALS...yes that's right FINALS in the week before the actual week called FINALS WEEK. We all manage to surprise ourselves every quarter when we come through the "dead week" and finals week unscathed -> maybe with less than ideal grades of course, but we make it non the less.

Everybody seems to handle this week differently. Myself has been studying a little each day during dead week trying to keep up with all 3 of my classes. My roommates on the other hand have a different approach.
-One has decided to get plastered drunk every night this week "hey ill just study next week"
-Another has chosen the righteous path of sleeping over with a different boyfriend every night "O MY GOD boys are just blowing up my phone ALL the time"
-and the last one studiously smokes weed while studying for all subjects "dude it helps me"

whatever gets you through the "hell week" more power to ya

Strangely the weekend before finals is the BIGGEST party weekend of the quarter so hopefully if I can get enough studying done I see a handcuff party on the horizon, a "B" themed party, a 21st birthday party, and a "safety meeting"

thank god its thursday night already