The Universe is trippin'
I realized today —with an upcoming hell week staring me back in the face — that maybe going out Tuesday, Thursday and Friday wasn't the best idea. Of course it's not that I regret going out, or that I wouldn't do it again if I had a chance, but again, not the best idea.
I'll be fine with my work, as I always am, so that's not a problem. I just had to spend most of my night catching up with readings etc.
My roommate on the other hand —after doing extra Accounting exercises— decided to go out because, being bid night, he knew someone who new someone who could get him into a party.
Apparently not a very hard feat on bid night.
He came back in a smiley fashion to brag about his exploits.
"I ended up going to FIVE frat parties tonight!"
"Impressive" I reply as I try to continue enjoying my night cheese
Nothing says going hard like switching between 5 different parties in a two hour span.
It takes a great deal of timing to be able to wait in line, get a beer, drink it, and then go to the next party.
I'm surprised he could stand.
(If you haven't taken notice yet *hint read the above* I love sarcastic humor)
My semi-buzzed but "stumbling" roommate then proceeded to use some outdate 90's catch phrases, and told me that it was time "to get his hydration on"
I kid you not.
He fills up his glass, drinks it, then goes into our room, closes the door for a few minutes, and then comes back out to do the process again. And again. . . and again.
. . . and again.
I'm glad he knows to drink water after "drinking" but a light buzz does not necessitate 5 full glasses of water before going to bed. It was kind of endearing though. Like watching the bird in a cuckoo clock come out its little door to chirp at every hour. . . except over and over again in rapid secession.
Hydration off.
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