This weekend I consumed an entire bottle of Vanilla Vodka. This wonderful $22 bottle of dreams made my weekend one of the better I've spent at St. John's. As Adriana went downstairs, Nicole and I opened my best friend and poured me shot after shot. I lined all three shot glasses up and poured the liquid dream into the STJ glass first, following with the Museum of Sex glass then my personal favorite personalized glass that has "Samantha" on the bottom with a Playboy bunny, of course! My mistake that would catch up to me later that night would be taking nine straight shots.
After my shenanigans, Nicole and I went down to the first floor. We played pong where I was dominating until the last two cups. The teams were, Adriana and Ryan verse Nicole and I. Ryan took us out single handedly while Adriana was fucking useless. So there went even more alcohol into my body. I don't know why but we began to write all over the bathroom. I remember writing my name like fifty times, a bunny, and something about Rammstien. Nicole wrote a bunch of obscene things on the miror, as well as on the bathroom walls. There was some guy with a fro, two turtles humping and "Sam loves anal."
After that, we all went up stairs to take shots of my favorite vanilla beverage. I took two more, for a total of eleven shots for the night, plus whatever I consumed during pong. By that time my lips were already numb and then my teeth went too, which means I was plastered. I came to the point where I had drank way too much. Then the last thing was everyone going to bed at like 12:00, which was absolutely redick!!! When I drink I need to be up like all night. But the night ended when I puked my brains out in the toilet. Finally, at 1:30 I fell asleep and then repeated it the next night...minus the puking and with only seven shots down the hatch.
