Monday, March 17, 2008

Manic Monday - Drink



This week’s Manic Monday word is drink. Be sure to visit the Manic Monday HQ for more information on how to participate.

This is a topic for which I thought of many things I could write about, but one thing stood out. Anyone who has been to college has had one of those nights when you drink waaaay too much. I had one of those evenings my freshman year at KU, and years later, I still remember it with frightening clarity.

I lived in a dorm with my (still) best friends, Stacey and Andrea. My brother was working on his masters at a college about 30 minutes away. He showed up at our dorm on a Friday night with a huge bottle of vodka and said, “Have fun.”

At the time, I thought it was a nice gesture, but looking back, I think he was just evil. I was 18 years old, my first semester at college, and I had never really drunk much before. I had certainly never had vodka.

Stacey and Andrea and I started pouring, and realized that you could really mix vodka with just about anything you can get your hands on – Kool-Aid, Diet Pepsi, slushies from the QT, whatever. It sounds disgusting now, but I quickly found out that after you have a couple of vodka drinks, you can’t really taste the vodka anymore.

Dude! It was horrible! I don’t remember much about the actual night except for two things. 1. We drunk dialed just about everyone we had ever met. (Why is calling people so appealing when you’re drinking?) and 2. I threw up several times in our room because I was too drunk to walk down the hall to the bathroom.

The aftermath of that night is much clearer. I called my dad the next day to ask him what to do for a hangover. I vividly remember him laughing at me. Stacey and I decided that the best remedy was to eat bread to soak up the alcohol in our system. I’m not exactly sure where we came up with that logic but it made sense at the time.

I also remember that I didn’t drink vodka again for about 15 years (a.k.a. last summer). I couldn’t even get near vodka for a few years because the smell of it made my stomach lurch. But last summer, someone made me a drink with Absolut Pears. Yum! It doesn’t even taste like vodka! Which is probably the danger. Hmmm . . . I think maybe I’ll just stick with beer.

9 comments:

Mariposa said...

Bread for hangover eh?! LOL Have a great MM!

The Flying Monkeys said...

Have a great St Pattys! Are you wearing green???? Uh oh here comes the CYBER pinch!

Loving your drinks!

Come by and have some green beer at me pub!

Cheerio said...

Did the bread work? First time I've heard of bread used for hangovers.

Lois Grebowski said...

I had a similar situation. But with gin... no gin!!! Gin no more!

Did I say no gin?

Ivanhoe said...

Great story! I know it was pain at that time, but I would not change those time for anything...

the teach said...

Another great college story, Neila! Happy St. Pat's and happy MM!

Mo said...

How great is it that we're learning lots of college drinking stories from our blogging friends today.

Perhaps I need to post the pink champagne story...

Russian Dew Lites for everyone!

Desert Songbird said...

I have college drinking stories that I would love to forget. Oddly, none of them involved vodka, which probably explains why it is my drink of choice these days.

Crazy Working Mom said...

My story is tequila! Bleck!

Hope you had a great Monday. :)