Well we pulled it off. Another RAGER that would have made Jackie proud. I realized that we had achieved RAGER status when I woke to a pounding head, the taste of death in my mouth and the immediate need for water. While I was getting that much needed water I was informed that both my roomates puked. Comments like "If you know you are going to puke, slam a bunch of water. That gives you something in your stomach making it much nicer to throw-up." and "You know I need to drink like that every once in a while to remind myself that I can't drink like that...ever!" I haven't actually planned a rager of a party for many years and now I think I know why. The way your house smells the next day.
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ReplyDeleteOHHHHHHHHHHhmyGod Ifeellikecrap.
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm...sorry I missed all that! especially, the "taste of death" in your mouth, B...or all those verbally depicted smells floating through your house! really...sounds like a blast.
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It was fun, I only focused on the bad, the next day. The actual party was fun BUZZ KILL.
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I am proud and jealous all in one. Not so much jealous of the Whipple puke-o-thon, but the good times around the keg. (wiping tear from eye)
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