O'douls from here on out.

Game days. Ohhh my me. I don't really even know what to say about yesterday. I tried to pace myself, I really wanted to keep it a little bit together. I was doing pretty good for quite awhile but then I got drugged I think. Someone definitely put something into one of my thirty drinks. How else could I explain me falling into a bush and getting cut off by 10 p.m. and plotting to destroy the future of the certain bar that wouldn't serve me. It wasn't because I was drunk. And let me tell you, I made damn sure every worker at the bar knew I wasn't even drunk. I ran around screaming and kicking to make sure they knew. I promised them that I was going to be the demise of their bar, while grinding my teeth and rubbing my fists together I plotted to ruin the bar. What I would like to know is why I just didn't leave that stupid bar. Why did I insist on demanding one more freeeaken red bull vodka. I am such an ass. I hate game days. And I really hate day after game days. I have barely stopped shaking today. And Im pretty sure some little animal snuck up in the night and threw up in my mouth. Ok thats disgusting, but thats the taste I had when I woke up. Must have been an after affect of the drug that was put into my drink. I've also noticed that every Sunday following a Husker game I wake up with that "oh shit" feeling. Like oh shit what did I do last night, who saw me, who did I yell at, what did I spill on me, why is my hair sticky and why are my nails black. And why I am sleeping in my boots, coat, and purse still slung around me? Well this is all stopping right now. I'm going to clean it up. Next time I am in down town Lincoln, which wont be for a longggg time I am going to go into hiding for a bit, I wont have pizza on my shirt or beer in my hair I will be keeping in classy with an O'douls.

Random story though from Friday- So this was awkward. I was finishing up a presentation and suddenly this little ginger girl walks up to me and hands me a two page written note. Ginger has a slight lazy eye problem I might mention, she doesn't really look at me, but past me. It's scary. So she hands me the note and just says,
"I want you to read this."
"Ok, what is it?"
"Something I wrote."
Obviously.
So I start reading the note, and as soon as I see "I knew from the moment I saw you..." I stopped. My usual awkward self starts to get all hot and nervous that I am about to start reading a love letter while the person who wrote it is standing two feet in front of me, imagine the terribleness. The next line I read says something about never being allowed to drive, so then I think maybe she just wants me to take her somewhere. Hells I don't know, a goofy eyed Ginger girl just handed me some bizarre note and all the students have since left the room what else should I think.
"Okkkkk, so what is this?"
"It's a love letter I wrote"
I cut her off,
"Whoaaaa, um, this, you, um, I,"
she cuts me off,
"A love letter I wrote for my favorite country music singer Dirks, I want him to turn it into a song."
Wheeewww. Close call. But now I feel kinda weird that I even thought the letter was for me. And a also a little disappointed. Kidding.