Ohkay, things didn't go quite as planned last evening, but it was still pretty fun! I don't remember axactly everything, but I'll do my best to keep it in a cronological order:
Inspired by the people who had started drinking right after the exam, I pulled out my whiskey-bottles and did the same. But then as I got on the train into Gothenburg a couple of hours later at 7 pm I started feeling extremely sick. Was it due to lack of sleep, or maybe drunkedness + motion sickness? Maybe a combination of it all? I don't know, but as I got into town I decided to take the train back home, texting the guy hosting the party and telling him I wouldn't be there.
So, after riding the train for a total of 1 hour I got home again, but of course then I had started feeling well again. However, I didn't want to sit on that train and then take a tram for another fucking hour because I had been bored as hell already. So, being pissed off knowing that I could have been partying my head off at that time I went to the local pub and had meh sum beer.
I don't remember much of that aside from really high music and flashy light thingies, but I eventually left and passed the train station again. Some kids (or well, guys, but they looked younger than me, so..) stood there and talked about the Frölunda Indians, a local hockey team. They were drunk as well, so I figured that as fellow hockey lovers they'd appreciate it if I started chanting the "Leksand till I die" song (Here it is, by the way).
Of course, this was pretty stupid of me, because according to Carsomyr's Law I CAN'T get drunk without something bad/outrageous happening, and so far it had been an eerily normal night. Anyway, the kids didn't like the fact that I chanted about a different team one bit, and next thing I know I find myself running the fuck away from them.
Luckily there is a bus stop right next to the train station, and a bus soon pulled up. The kids weren't chasing after me anymore but they were still there, so I got on it just in case. I had even more luck, because the bus didn't take me off to some random location in the middle of nowhere, but stopped again at another bus stop a couple of blocks away. The Martini Monsters told me to get off if I wanted to wake up in my own bed next morning, so I did as I was told.
After that, memory iz hazy again. I remember walking into McDonald's (probably at 11 pm or so) and paying for three cheeseburgers. I only picked up one of them though and then left... Awww! =(
I guess then I went to bed or something, because around 6 am I woke up half-naked on the floor in my room, wrapped up in a carpet... <_< I'm feeling pretty nauseous atm, but at least my coordination is back and I don't seem to be injured aside from a couple of bruises. Great success!
Inspired by the people who had started drinking right after the exam, I pulled out my whiskey-bottles and did the same. But then as I got on the train into Gothenburg a couple of hours later at 7 pm I started feeling extremely sick. Was it due to lack of sleep, or maybe drunkedness + motion sickness? Maybe a combination of it all? I don't know, but as I got into town I decided to take the train back home, texting the guy hosting the party and telling him I wouldn't be there.
So, after riding the train for a total of 1 hour I got home again, but of course then I had started feeling well again. However, I didn't want to sit on that train and then take a tram for another fucking hour because I had been bored as hell already. So, being pissed off knowing that I could have been partying my head off at that time I went to the local pub and had meh sum beer.
I don't remember much of that aside from really high music and flashy light thingies, but I eventually left and passed the train station again. Some kids (or well, guys, but they looked younger than me, so..) stood there and talked about the Frölunda Indians, a local hockey team. They were drunk as well, so I figured that as fellow hockey lovers they'd appreciate it if I started chanting the "Leksand till I die" song (Here it is, by the way).
Of course, this was pretty stupid of me, because according to Carsomyr's Law I CAN'T get drunk without something bad/outrageous happening, and so far it had been an eerily normal night. Anyway, the kids didn't like the fact that I chanted about a different team one bit, and next thing I know I find myself running the fuck away from them.
Luckily there is a bus stop right next to the train station, and a bus soon pulled up. The kids weren't chasing after me anymore but they were still there, so I got on it just in case. I had even more luck, because the bus didn't take me off to some random location in the middle of nowhere, but stopped again at another bus stop a couple of blocks away. The Martini Monsters told me to get off if I wanted to wake up in my own bed next morning, so I did as I was told.
After that, memory iz hazy again. I remember walking into McDonald's (probably at 11 pm or so) and paying for three cheeseburgers. I only picked up one of them though and then left... Awww! =(
I guess then I went to bed or something, because around 6 am I woke up half-naked on the floor in my room, wrapped up in a carpet... <_< I'm feeling pretty nauseous atm, but at least my coordination is back and I don't seem to be injured aside from a couple of bruises. Great success!
