Insane East Lansing

My football weekend, a timeline.

Friday, 8:45-
Arrive at Beal co-op, after driving through the insanity that is pregame downtown East Lansing. Watch Colin and Dixon play darts for a long time. It is at this point I begin drinking my gin and tonic.

9:30- Laughin arrives, the dart game fizzles as Colin has yet to aquire any points. I continue with the G&T's. Drinks must be kicking in for all of us because the "Do you orgasm in your sleep?" conversation is quite long and involved. Being the only girl I say "I assume so but I would be asleep so it would be hard to tell", the guys offer varied responses.

10:45- Put in the movie about surfing. Continue to drink heavily. Find out that some guy who got punched in the temple like a week ago randomly died in his sleep. This story makes anyone who was thinking of studying stop, and realize life is meant to be lived. The neighbors come over for a bit and play darts while we are trying to watch the movie, luckily they left shortly after losing interest in the game.

Midnight: After sitting on the porch for a bit 3 chubby girls from owosso show up, very drunk, although I really should not have been a judge of what "really drunk" was at that point. At one point the bear coat came out, bc it was cold outside. Dixon was the only one whho could really pull it off and look like a true pimp.

12:30- After taking a walk down MAC to check out the neighboring parties, end up at one, where being the good person I am, got to chatting with Willy the homeless dude, who was a little nuts but was just trying to get a buck by collecting empties at the parties. I bitched out a frat boy who started swearing at Willy, the frat boy left because he was a pussy and afraid of a girl (who had 3 or 4 not small at all guys to back her up) Apologize to Willy explaining we idnt rink beer but if we did he could have all the cans b/c we never take them back. Head back down MAC to chill outside a bit longer and watch the madness.

Saturday, 2am- We finally go to bed around this time, I think. Well we didn't fall asleep then, there was about an hours worth of drunken attemps to have sex.

3am- About a 5th of gin (dear god- btw I rarely if ever have drank so much in one night) and a pack of cigarettes we call it a night and pass out.

7:30am. Its starting to get loud outside.

7:50 am- the movie Taxi comes on HBO and we watch that.

10:00am- "Wow that movie sucked" "I'm hungover" "Alright lets get to the store"

10:20 am- Begin out trek down the alley, still drunk, to buy more. Someone was already puking in the co-op's yard. Pass literally hundreds of people. People who would most likely not schedule a class this early but would be up at 7 sharp to start drinking.

10:27- Arrive at Spartan Spirits, East Lansing is alive. Maybe its because I never really tailgated, or get up early enough to witness what goes on during a football morning but this was down right insane. Get what we need from the store.

10:38- Get to the register, but 2 bottles of cranberry juice, a 5th of smirnoff, and some smokes.

10:45- walk down MAC back to the house, toss on some music, and again, begin drinking.

11:20 am- Keep watching all the people and alums walk and drive by, end up taking care of a friend of a friend's dog, Isabelle for an hour.

11:30- WHoa feeling a little queasy.

11:35- Throwing up everything I had drank that was left in my stomach.

11:40: "You look like shit" "I feel like shit, I just puked" "You did? well you kind of look like you did" "Thats bc I did."

12:00pm- Game time. Decide against anymore to drink except soda water (wise choice)

1pm- Thrilling game, but I go into Colin's room and pass out, I ask to be awoke when there are 5 minutes left.

5 minutes until the end 31-31, I am woken up but promptly fall back asleep.

8:30pm- Wake up and have to leave, have to drive out on the lawn bc im parked in. Narrowly avoid a cop moment- PHEW. I guess they had bigger fish to fry than someone who hadnt yet put on their headlights.

9:pm- arrive home, make a hamburger but its undercooked so I only eat the edges. Feed the cat and fall into bed.

9:30pm- Out like a light.

Sunday 2am- Woken by tickly whiskers and a sandpaper tongue on my face.

4:30 am- anxiety/panic attack the likes of which most will never witness. Take appropriate med, feed milo grab some water and its back to bed.

3:08 pm-Mother arrives home from the cottage. My anxiety is back as well.

3:40pm- begin to write in hopes that I will not have to take another Xanax. Unfortunately, while it has felt good to get these crazy past days written about, the anxiety is still here so its back to bed I go.

All of this and State didn't win. But I did because, aside from the unanticipated extreme drunkenness (should have eaten something yesterday) I had a great time, and so has everyone else I've spoken with.