Post=exams celebrations. / Sunday, June 21, 2009
...I learnt something. I admire people who don't kiss and tell.
On Wednesday night, I finished my exams, and as such, tradition allows no less than us med students to go to the extremes and drink our sorrows away. I mean, who can blame us, 15 week semesters with increasingly shorter holidays means that we can only pack in all the fun that we can get!
On a brief note, did okay in anatomy. Answered most questions, didn't know what some things were. On a whole, just didn't answer the nitty-gritty stuff, so all good! =)
The general plan was to just hit Lowenbrau's for the heavenly beer they have and
get smashed, and take it from there, see where the night takes us. And of course, any plan that was decided upon beforehand usually falls to bits the second it becomes official.
Everybody, and I'm sure almost everybody, had a couple of drinks to start the night off before we all met up. I know I didn't eat anything (costs less to get drunk) and took a couple of swigs from my hidden vodka stash. What eventually happened was we all made it to Pavillion, drink and tell stories, gambled and won at pokies (if anybody wants to win anything, I suggest River on The Nile, it seems to pay well).
My plan was to keep level with Shane in terms of drinks, and I now realise that Bourbon cokes are the best alcoholic beverage to have.
Me (Drinking), Marta, Mr Shane sexy Woods and Deepa
LowenBrau was regretfully, abandoned but in its place we went to some other really popular bar but because of my hazy memories of that night I'm going to call it 'Jackson's on George Street'. Played so many games of pool (I was told and do remember) and dancing the night was just fantastic.
(You can sort've tell I havn't been out in the ct late at night recently, can't you?)
I'm now going to bulletpoint the following:
- Dushan had to be hospitalised (apparently, he took predrinking to the extreme and passed out still in Campbelltown)
- Radhesh passed out on the train and the other boys left him there. (He later wound up at Jacksons...passed out on the pavement)
- Andrew Tram-dog chundered everywhere. Everywhere.
- We hit the Cross and I remember a strip club and then another club. Thanks Ash. I don't remember what happened but having read a few of my drunk facebook statuses time predicts that I was back in the apartments with everybody else by 2am.
- Moddy woke up in the middle of a road next to some older woman. That was hilarious.
This brings me to applaud Mr. Shane Woods again. How you manage to make out with a girl every single time you go out astounds me. And you know, the fact that you don't brag about it afterwards is really admirable. (Although strictly speaking, good thing I'm your good bro. You made the loudest ruckus *squeak squeak* in our room and I spent the night on the couch instead. Haha, again, I won't tell. I'll just blog about it instead. =) No uni people read this anyway. =)
Does anybody else wonder what they do if they get REALLY REALLY drunk but didn't chunder at all so they were still REALLY REALLY DRUNK? Because try as I might, I've lost 2-3hrs of my memory of that night...and that worries me. A little.
It feels so good to be back. =)
Labels: celebrations, medicine, stress
/because of my high tolerance.
12:45:00 AM
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