Last night, my buddy called me telling me what he wanted to do a power hour. I agreed but told him he had to pick me up. He came over and we headed back to his place where we met up with his girlfriend, Andi and our buddy Landon.
We start the power hour. A power hour is basically doing a shot of beer, every minute for an hour. This works out to be about 7.5 beers in an hour. Basically you get really drunk really fast.
We had planned on staying in afterwards and playing ninja bombs (greatest drinking game ever.) However, during our power hour we blew the keg and had to resort to can beer and nearly drank all of that as well. So, we had to go to the bars.
We went to my favorite bar (by favorite I mean I drink for free.) However, due to the snow and ice, the bar had one person in it and no karaoke. We decided to go to another bar across down where my friend bartends. He was off but I had several beers and more than a few jagerbombs. They did last call at 1, so we went to another bar to drink for the last 30 minutes.
I get there and have a beer, then my friend buys us another round of shots. Then his girlfriend buys me a shot. At this point I tell my friend to just drop me off at my house when we leave because I had already spent 2 of the last 4 nights sleeping on his couch or his floor…of course those times it was because his girlfriends roommate was with me…but that is neither here nor there…
He tells me he can’t drive all the way to my house (6 miles), it turns out they got a pledge to drive them home. I, however, decided I would walk home. Did I mention that the ground is covered in snow and ice?
It took me 3 hours, a busted knee, a sprained ankle and cut up hands to make it home.
Some of the highlights? Falling while moving so fast I landed on my shoulder. Then, trying to stand up I fell face first (thank you ukemi.) At one point I was walking along the fence of the federal medical prison facility and noticed there was a clear path on the inside.
So, what did I do? I jumped the fence and walked through the prison to my apartment. Then as I was walking down the hill to my apartment, I slipped on some ice and slid 50 feet down the hill. That was actually pretty damn fun.
I stumbled up to my apartment feeling tired, battered and bruised (because I was)…but I felt pretty bad ass…and stupid.
I wake up, get online, to get yelled at by my friends girlfriend for being an idiot and reckless and stupid…
Women just don’t understand that sometimes as a man there are things you have to do.