What would you say is the normal thing to do on the eve of a final exam? Stay in…cram your ass off and hope to Christ you remember everything when the time comes… not I on this particular night.
Summer of 2010, I spent living with McCone in Barca to write my thesis…and Bergholdt from How Men Drink said he was coming back with friends for a few days.
Misfortune meant we couldn’t meet until his last night…. which was the night before my final… yaaayyy :D.
McCone left town to be with his family, but before he left I asked to him call me at 8 tomorrow morning in case things got out of hand.
I asked the new neighbours to knock on my door as well…. to be safe.
Meeting at a sushi spot for dinner I meet everyone and we started storing up for heavy drinking later…. we decided to have a few beers there of course. 😉
After dinner he said pre-drinks were at his flat and we’ll meet in a bit… so I prep for the night and grab a near full bottle of vodka from the fridge.
When I get there and plop the bottle on the table and he looks to me and says…
“Great…. That’s your bottle.”
Huh???? All that’s already planned just for me?
I soon found out why…we played a Danish card game and I turned out to be complete shit and had to down a glass of vodka for every loss…. And I lost every time!!
I went through the vodka in 15 minutes, and it turned out I had owed a drink since the bottle ran out…thus Bergholdt instantly shared his whiskey and poured me a massive shot to down…. What a friend.
I take it like a champ and we go to the club…where he bought more Vodka bottles in VIP… mas alcohol mas!!
He bought a total of 3 bottles and as the girls quit drinking for the night it was up to us to prevent wasting.
Flirting with a hot Russian I couldn’t form a sentence…or successive steps. Yet somehow I managed to get home…can’t remember how though.
Anyways… McCone called me at 8am like I asked, and I woke up, face planted on the floor….and then passed out. The neighbours then knocked, I thought it was a dream…eventually 30 minutes after my exam started my University calls me.
“Where are you?” they ask.
Eventually I gather myself and managed to make it to the exam near passing out. My professors instantly noticed my condition and asked if I went out last night.
He smirks and just points me to my seat so I can make up for lost time.
I scored an A-, now that’s how to study for an exam 😉