05-19-2009, 10:40 PM
I don't get alcohol. When you're happy? Drink yourself drunk. When you're sad? Drink yourself drunk. When you're angry? Drink yourself drunk. When you're celebrating your graduation? DRINK YOURSELF DRUNK.
I graduated this Monday, it was nothing big. The whole thing took about 30 minutes before I dashed for the door in hopes that I'd get home before-
SLAM
Someone gets in front of me. Yay. My classmates ask me where I'm going. I tell them, and they tell me to go with them to a pub. You know. To celebrate. I told them I've never been drunk in my life and that they KNEW what kind of person I was, would they WANT to get me drunk?
They say that no one would care what I did when I get drunk cuz everyone would be too smashed to care. In the end, I go with them. Its the last time I'll get to see them, I've never really bothered making friends with anyone. I could at the very least talk to them.
We end up in a Chinese restaurant called "Noble House". The food was EXPENSIVE, but they say "Hey, its our graduation. We can't just eat at Apache Pizza!". So I begrudgingly spend my savings (About 30 Euros. Three months of fasting because my parents give me just enough money for a snack when I go to shool.) on a (admittedly, delicious) meal worth 23.10 Euros. We all talked for the first time, and it turns out... I'm a pretty likable guy, if not weird and perverse. I start wondering how much of a waste it all was... these last two years with them. We could have been friends. All I had to do was get them all in one area and just talk. The things I said creeped them out, I guess, but it also amused them. Having a great time, we left the restaurant and took a bus (One Euro) to a pub we rented out called "Bayno".
I HATED that place. The folk music was VERY LOUD, there were so many people, it was HOT and everyone had a BEER in hand. I didn't drink anything mostly because I SPENT ALL MY MONEY on (delicious) Chinese food! Here's a tip: If you want to get someone drunk, pay for his freaking drink!
Did I mention how hot it was in there? Yeah, it was freezing outside and I'm sweating like a sprinkler system inside. It felt like a steam room. I was just about to leave, when a PUB BRAWL breaks out. Apparently, some of my drunken classmates and some of the drunken... drunkards got into a little scuffle. With punching and kicking and choking, breaking bottles- I was freaking SCARED. Girls were screaming, lots of people were running for the doors, I got KNOCKED OVER and someone STEPPED ON MY HAND. Well I'm lucky they didn't trample me, but it hurt! When I got up, I see everyone calming down, but one of the guys (heavily drunk) are still rather violent. I turn to leave, and he throws a BAR STOOL at me. It hit just bellow my neck, on my spine... I was knocked over, and I hit my head on the bar. That's what a classmate said to me on the phone when I woke up in the hospital. I couldn't feel ANYTHING. For a moment, I thought I was paralyzed, but they said I was fine, I was just in shock or something. They talked too fast for me to register, I was woozy. I stayed in the hospital (St. James') till my parents came, and scolded me for being... I'm not lying here, a KLUTZ.
Like it was my fault someone threw a stool at me!!
Now its Tuesday, about 1:40PM. I was released not one hour ago, and I'm still sore. I have a huge bump on my head and I've been told to lay flat for a while.
I guess I'm just a little miffed that this all happened in the course of 48 hours. But then again, yay, no more school.
This be me venting. Thank you for reading (or skimming) through this if you bothered! XD
I graduated this Monday, it was nothing big. The whole thing took about 30 minutes before I dashed for the door in hopes that I'd get home before-
SLAM
Someone gets in front of me. Yay. My classmates ask me where I'm going. I tell them, and they tell me to go with them to a pub. You know. To celebrate. I told them I've never been drunk in my life and that they KNEW what kind of person I was, would they WANT to get me drunk?
They say that no one would care what I did when I get drunk cuz everyone would be too smashed to care. In the end, I go with them. Its the last time I'll get to see them, I've never really bothered making friends with anyone. I could at the very least talk to them.
We end up in a Chinese restaurant called "Noble House". The food was EXPENSIVE, but they say "Hey, its our graduation. We can't just eat at Apache Pizza!". So I begrudgingly spend my savings (About 30 Euros. Three months of fasting because my parents give me just enough money for a snack when I go to shool.) on a (admittedly, delicious) meal worth 23.10 Euros. We all talked for the first time, and it turns out... I'm a pretty likable guy, if not weird and perverse. I start wondering how much of a waste it all was... these last two years with them. We could have been friends. All I had to do was get them all in one area and just talk. The things I said creeped them out, I guess, but it also amused them. Having a great time, we left the restaurant and took a bus (One Euro) to a pub we rented out called "Bayno".
I HATED that place. The folk music was VERY LOUD, there were so many people, it was HOT and everyone had a BEER in hand. I didn't drink anything mostly because I SPENT ALL MY MONEY on (delicious) Chinese food! Here's a tip: If you want to get someone drunk, pay for his freaking drink!
Did I mention how hot it was in there? Yeah, it was freezing outside and I'm sweating like a sprinkler system inside. It felt like a steam room. I was just about to leave, when a PUB BRAWL breaks out. Apparently, some of my drunken classmates and some of the drunken... drunkards got into a little scuffle. With punching and kicking and choking, breaking bottles- I was freaking SCARED. Girls were screaming, lots of people were running for the doors, I got KNOCKED OVER and someone STEPPED ON MY HAND. Well I'm lucky they didn't trample me, but it hurt! When I got up, I see everyone calming down, but one of the guys (heavily drunk) are still rather violent. I turn to leave, and he throws a BAR STOOL at me. It hit just bellow my neck, on my spine... I was knocked over, and I hit my head on the bar. That's what a classmate said to me on the phone when I woke up in the hospital. I couldn't feel ANYTHING. For a moment, I thought I was paralyzed, but they said I was fine, I was just in shock or something. They talked too fast for me to register, I was woozy. I stayed in the hospital (St. James') till my parents came, and scolded me for being... I'm not lying here, a KLUTZ.
Like it was my fault someone threw a stool at me!!
Now its Tuesday, about 1:40PM. I was released not one hour ago, and I'm still sore. I have a huge bump on my head and I've been told to lay flat for a while.
I guess I'm just a little miffed that this all happened in the course of 48 hours. But then again, yay, no more school.
This be me venting. Thank you for reading (or skimming) through this if you bothered! XD