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So my roommate from school came to visit me in my hometown. She arrived on Friday which is why I haven't been blogging at all. She's from the South so I wasn't sure exactly how she'd fit in with my friends from up here. We went out Thursday night to my friends house. We'll call this group of friends... the jew crew because they're all jewish pretty much. So we were hanging out there for a little, getting drunk and pretty bored when someone decided we should go ghost riding (yea, ok .. it was me.) You can check out one of my older entries to find the definition of Ghost Riding if you don't already know what it is. So we all hopped in my car and another guys car, pumped up the music and went ghost riding for a bit.

Ghost riding was fun but then we were bored again so someone (one of the guys probably) decided we should break in to a pool and go swimming. OK - Sounded like an innocent plan at first. We get to the pool which is behind an elementary school/ middion school. Hop a fence. Proceed to strip down and hop in the pool. My roommate was she and tried to swim in her jeans for a while but it didn't work. The boys got butt naked, but we left on our bra and panties ... pretty classy I know. Some basketball, racing, screaming, swimming and splashing ensued. It was a good time, but I decided that I didn't want to be naked and in the pool when I sobered up so we all hopped in my car and went our separate ways.

Now that I'm looking back on it-- my poor southern roommate probably thinks I'm crazy.

So the next night we decided to go back and hang out with the jew crew. There were a few more people there that night but it wasn't too crazy -- just some beer pong, kings, fuck the dealer, thumper and boat race. (Don't know what those games are? Then this blog is not for you).

After getting some food at the store, losing a bet about who would be working there, and going back to the house, Roomie and I decided to head to another party down the street. We were there for MAYBE 10 minutes when we realize that one of the girls is not happy with our group of guys (We're no longer hanging out with the Jew Crew... we are now with the Alcoholics. These are the guysthat live in The Black Hole .. refer to earlier blogs). So one of the girls gets in one of the guys faces. He proceeds to try to get me to punch her -- I kindly decline. We end up leaving with 3 of the alcoholics and heading to the black hole for the night...

This was a bad idea.

The Black Hole is an apartment that the 3 Alcoholics live in and every time I go there I end up doing something I regret. Last time it was dropping in camera and injuring my ankle. The time before it was quitting my job. This time it was hooking up. Now, I know definitions of "hooking up" vary ... sooo what ever you want to think. We watched Goodfellas for a while, went to the store. My roommate passed out as did Alcoholic #1. Alcoholic #3 continues to watch Goodfellas while Alcoholic #2 and I disappear for a while.

This was a bad choice.

So anyways.... what happened, happened. The result of it was me chugging Rubenoff Vodka from the bottle. I don't know if you have ever drank Rubenoff, but it's cheap plastic bottle vodka taht tastes REVOLTING. at the moment though it did it's job of numbing me to the nights events.

We left a little bit later (I'm refraining from time frames because I don't need lectures on drunk driving and for all you know I left 6 hours later).

The next two days were filled with shopping and eat.

On Monday my other sorority sister came to visit. We went shopping with her, out to Fire+Ice (go there! Monday nights are college nights!), and then to the movies. We were convinced that despite the bad reviews "I Know Who Killed Me" (starring Lindsey Lohan) was going to be a good movie.

WE WERE WRONG - DO NOT SEE THAT MOVIE!!!!

The entire theatre was laughing about 45 minutes in to the movie because it was so terrible. People left. People were yelliong stuff out during the movie. It was a waste of money.

Which is why we snuck in to "No Reservations" (Starring Catherine Zeta Jones) after "I know who killed me was over" It wasa cute movie.

So I just dropped Roomie and S.S. at the airport and as I reminisce on the crazy long weekend I have come up with two conclusions

1. I am indeed a self proclaimed alcoholic who does not intend to get help any time soon

2. If I had made a movie as horrible as "I Know Who Killed Me" ... I'd probably drink myself in to rehab too.