No New Year's Day hangover.
I remember working late in college and coming back to the house we were staying at to a party in full swing."Where's Jeremy?" I asked.
"He's in the downstairs bathroom," said Heather. "He's being calmed down because he got drunk and thinks he ruined New Year's Eve."
The only logical thing to do? Burst through the door to the bathroom and greet him with a heartfelt, "I hear you're ruining the evening, you jerk."
That was good for another hour of entertainment.
That's what friends are for.
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3 comments:
that is awesome - you truly are a good friend.
The carefully-omitted rest of the story involves you spearheading a plan to jump from the second story balcony into piles of snow, the donning of blaze orange hunting stocking caps while consuming of full bottles of booze out of paper bags (classy), and most impressively, waking up to the sound of your drunk ass falling down the stairs, vomiting all over yourself and passing out, all the while me thinking you'd died and choosing to beckon the now-sober Jeremy downstairs rather than going to find out for myself.
Other highlights of that break? Spermicide-numbed tongues and coming home most days during lunch to find you passed out in the closet or growling at anyone who walked through the door.
Those were the days...
I was getting to that part, honest.
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