Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Kegs and Eggs
A few weekends ago it was homecoming here at Cloud which always two clicks above nuts. That Friday night was the huskies-gophers hockey game. Of course pre-gaming for the hockey game starts at 3:00 even though the game isn’t till 7. So I headed down to a friend’s apartment closer to the hockey center (for obvious reasons) and started with shots of karkov…I was in for a long night. The game was a great time, it was sold out and our student section was insane. We still lost due to horrible reffing and two called back goals. After the game it was out to party for the night. The night was great, made some Jose margaritas and more shots of karkov. Yeah, ick right? That combination makes for a very rough morning. I’m not going to go into anymore details about what happened after the game, but just ask anyone who was in Cloud that night. On my stagger home later that night I ran into a buddy of mine. We shot the shit and hoofed our way home. Along the way we had a what seemed to be a genius idea. We decided to go to kegs and eggs the next morning at the Rox. How in the hell did I figure that I could get my ass out of bed at 8 am to go eat a free omelet? Well anything free is pretty much a go, especially if its food so I agreed. Anyway, I finally got home and got to bed, setting my alarm for 8 o’clock. I’m pretty sure I was passed out before my head even hit my pillow. I opened my eyes at 6:45 and from the minute I opened my eyes I felt it…the hangover headache. It’s one of a kind; there is NO other headache that makes the back of your head pound that f-ing hard. I was barely able to crawl out of bed because I was still a pretty drunk, and my body ached as though I was hit by a semi. Plus my pounding hangover headache. Greeeaat. Kegs and Eggs were defiantly a no go. I surprisingly made it out of bed and to the bathroom to take a leak. If you want to get an idea of how shitty I felt, I sat down to take a pee. After this I somehow held down the urge to throw up and made it back to bed and slept for a while longer. I hardly dosed off before hearing my alarm clock (every college kids most hated sound). I quickly threw my hand at it and turned it off…a few minutes later, my phone rings…a call from my friend wonder where the hell I am…haha yeah right, ignore…another ring a few minutes later…doesn’t he get it?…ignore again…back into a nice sleep is what I thought. But 10 minutes later I hear a faint chant outside my window calling my name. Are you serious? Am I dreaming or awake? Unfortunately I was awake and it was my buddy giving me a personal wakeup call from out my half cracked window. I knew I should of closed it all the way. I opened my eyes feeling and I actually felt a little better and sat up…Deep breath, I think I can, I think I can so I Thomas-the-Tank engined my shit out of bed. I crawled into a pair of jeans and a hoodie off the back of my door (that haven’t been washed in a few weeks but screw it). When I managed my way to the door and got to my shoes I looked at my feet, they were sockless but I had defiantly gone too far; sockless it is. I slipped on my sneaks and I headed out the door. My buddy greeted me with the same enthusiasm as I showed to be up at 8 am after a long night. He had to run and grab his ID from his room so I waited alone outside. What a beautiful day out I thought. The sky didn’t have a cloud, the wind was at my back and the sun upon my face. I was glad to be up and be outside when I normally wouldn’t. I was having a moment of clarity, but that feeling was quickly snatched away from the wrenching of my stomach. The smell of José Cuervo swept through my nose. Another strong wrench, uh oh, no garbage. Here it comes all over into the lawn…ok breath..nope here it comes again. Ughhh, I lifted my 10,000 pound head up. Alright I’m done…I can do this. I straightened up and heard the door close behind me. “Hey man, you alright?”…”Yeah I’m fine.” We started on the walk to the bars. The fifteen minute walk went pretty fast and soon enough we were there. I didn’t even think along the way that my ID might now work to get in but I was obviously still too hammered to care so I gave it a shot and slide by without hassle. The bar was packed and we waited in line for 35 minutes to get our free omelets. Finally we reached the front of the line where I could see these so called chefs make me breakfast. One heaping scoop of melted butter, one scoop egg mix. Oh no, after waiting for 35 minutes and then seeing the final product, I knew I couldn’t handle it. I struggled off and quickly made it to the bathroom for one last time. I cleaned up and walked off to grab a table. What a waste…after sitting in line I didn’t even get anything to eat. My buddy clearly felt better than me and devoured his breakfast as I stared at the wall in a perplexed daze. After he miracley downed a few beers after the omelet we left. I came back and passed out for a few more hours. That’s all I really feel like writing for now, I could keep going on but I think it wouldn’t be worth it. I’ll have to fill you in about the rest of the day and weekend some other time. For now…I’m going to bed.