So, tonight Eva and I are going to see “Pomeroy” and “Anything but Joey” in concert at The Beaumont. I’m freaking excited. Both Pomeroy and ABJ have incredibly sexy lead singers are staples of my college drunkeness experience at K-State. For those of you who DON”T know I'm not very nice, Pomeroy is a street in Manhattan (the city the band originated before their music was more mainstream) and the original members have long since moved on to other projects. Tyson (the keyboard player for Pomeroy) plays the keyboard in a band called “90 Minutes” (a local KC 90’s cover band) and plays an acoustic set with Grasshopper to whom I am referred to as "his filthy" at BrewTop every now and then (they refer to themselves as “Double Rice.”)
After this flashback to my college drunkeness days, I’ve decided to write a post re-living some of that underage drinking magic. First and foremost, we have to get back to FRESHMEN YEAR. The first time I ever heard of either of these bands and all their glory. So there I was, a fresh faced (who am I kidding? I had just gotten my eyebrow and nose pierced a month before I went to K-state…) girl pretending to be a virgin right out of a small town experiencing a city of people under the age of 65 over 10,000 people for the first time. It was AWESOME. Living in Goodnow Hall and meeting Gabrielle and Mia-Mia Maria was where it all started!! (Remember that guy lying in our floor talking about how hungry he was and wouldn’t shut up at like 3am?? Haha) Then enter my gayest bestie Becker, Eric, Julie, Jessie, Suzanne, Nicole, Jared, Clay, Tom, Aaron, and of course, our crazy cowboy friends. We had a BLAST. I remember when we all got caught drinking in Jake’s room on Clay’s Birthday in Marlatt Hall and that RA said he was going to turn us in. It TOTALLY freaked us out (we were all underage...haha) but he NEVER did. Awesome. This was about the time we realized we didn’t have to go to bed at any particular time and we knew people who could buy us alochol so Maria, Becker, Clay and I had many a late nights sitting in the lobby at Marlatt talking about how we could stay up as late as we wanted…and how cool it was. Aw, to be young and lucky I'm not dead again!
Let’s also not forget the random house party we went to where Maria and I had on skirts that wouldn't fit a 6 year old, and that old creep-o (had to be like what…45?!) had a laptop set up that he let us pick the music while he mixed us drinks and watched us dance in the corner while he fantasized about us…yeah…wow. That’s how people end up on “Unsolved Mysteries.” We are were young and stupid then so, what can ya do? Hahah Let us also not forget the guys trying to tutor Maria and I in College Algebra, but we decided to drink Captain Morgan & Kool-aid everyday instead….EVERY SINGLE TIME we stepped foot out of rooms were supposed to study. Shocking we both survived had to re-take it, yes? hahaha The craziest part of this year was the things we thought were ok to mix…Vodka and roofies ANYTHING is pretty much a horrible idea…EXCEPT…the one concoction Nicole always had; Vanilla Vodka and Root Beer. That girl was on to something with that!
This leads me to summer… That party at Eric’s house after the “Restraint” show where we all smoked cigars with Becker “the old man” out on Eric’s patio and drank until the sun came up? Classic. Then Nicole got me a job at Papa John’s and we enter an entirely different chapter of non-sobriety college…. The “Istas’ party house” days. Brandi, Daniel, Istas, Braden, Keltner, etc…you peeps were TONS of fun. (Brandi, if you read this: we need to get together and re-live some of these good times…SOON!!!!)
So, Jessie, Jared, and I moved into the house next to the BP gas station, across from campus on Anderson. This is the same house that Becker and our guy friends slept with every girl we knew lived in starting Sophomore year. That house was our party hub and we maximized it to its fullest potential. (We all remember the beginning days when Jared threw those crazy party’s with the Papa Ho Crew, right?!) Let’s also not forget that “we” (the girls) lived a few blocks down the cross street within stumbling walking distance of this house. That was a good year!!!!
Then we all kinda moved on, got into our majors (some of us moved away…sad) and grew up. I really like my last few years of college as well. I just really miss those early days when things seemed a lot more simplistic and we spent most of our time recovering from crazy hangovers and skipping class…haha
This leads me “College: The Later Years.” I can’t forget joining the Debate Team and all the crazy Nip/Tuck parties we used to have after Tuesday night squad meetings, or SJ doing that cheer (it’s on YouTube..) every time K-State won a tournament. If Max reads this, I hope he thinks back to the first time we hung out when SJ purposely “accidentally” pushed him down in the back of Rusty’s Last Chance and he was bleeding all over the place and dr unkenly ranting, or “There’s no throwing up in the Tiburon” when we took “The General” home and had to carry him up the 1,000,000 stairs to his apartment.
(Side Note: Max…I can NEVER forgot our trip to Texas over Spring Break when we left tire tracks in that yard, ate tons of Taco Cabana at odd hours of the night, or better yet…I almost got POISIONED by crazy –we still talk about that! Hahah)
Another important staple of that year is how GG, Max, JB, and I hung out all summer because there wasn’t a lot else going on….remember that crazy party at KZ’s house with the booze-louge? That was INSANE!!!!! We had some really good times back in the day, huh guys? Then Max and I used to do the SAME exact thing every day during my last year of college… Wake up…class…hang out…Pita Pit…The Office…bars…all over again the next day for like an entire year. Is it shocking my entire college career the last year of college is all kind of a blur?
With all that being said, it’s easy to see why being a grown-up is so much LESS fun. College really is the glory days…it makes me wants to go back and do it ALL.OVER.AGAIN.
So while I’m at the Pomeroy and ABJ show…I will be thinking of all these GREAT memories and awesome friends I’ve had over the years...I however, will be trying NOT to think about how I have to work at 8am in the morning so I should probably do the adult thing and drink coffee to disguise my hangover NOT stay out until 7am…We’ll see…. Haha ~K
Ah, ‘tis the season… for everyone to get super wasted and inappropriately tell their boss stories as the holiday company party over a bottle wine a dessert called the “Chocolate bag” and tolerate their family in close quarters for long amounts of time – a time of year when people get so lonely they literally start looking through their phone going “I’d rather spend NYE with YOU getting drunk trying to publically molest me, than watch Grey’s Anatomy alone on my couch.” " look back, reflect, and think "Wow, how many things in life I have to be thankful for"-- Oh yes people, it’s Chrismaka-kwanzakus. (That’s more PC than Merry Christmas, right?...)
Shopping isn’t even appealing to ME at this point. Sarah and I took a road trip home to visit Grandma in the hospital this weekend, and we took the Coopster-Poopster (poor kid, we seriously rhyme is his name with stuff like that…my mom has this little song she sings him when she changes his diaper called “Coopers is the Poopers…” – he’s probably going to be horribly scarred from this and forever have issues with women and and restrooms) with us…lemme tell YOU something; You think seeing Sarah pull someone out of a car and beast their ass pissy on any regular Saturday is intense, try seeing her pushing her baby in a stroller with people cutting her off left and right while she’s trying to get some douche who clearly can't keep up with the fast-paced automotive department that had 1 other person in it someone to unlock an electronics cabinet for her, while the baby is screaming –this is when Sarah is on the cusp of a severe holiday ass beating. Why Wal-Mart? Well, we're lazy we were in Bartlesville, OK (that’s where the hospital is) and my mom had a bunch of stuff to get, Sarah had a bunch of stuff to get, and I was deciding to be agreeable at that point…so Wal-Mart it was…
Most of my shopping has been done online. By that I mean, most of my shopping has consisted of me getting two or three things for myself people here and there and thinking of how much I like the stuff I’m looking at, so I get caught up in searching for stuff for me, decide I’m going to wait for it to go on sale, and nothing really gets accomplished. So, here it is 5 days until Christmas and I spent the entire weekend drinking and laying around my entire Sunday afternoon lying on my gay bestie’s couch watching “Community” and laughing at Chevy Chase’s loveable, yet socially awkward, character made to exploit his previous “goof-ass-ish-ness” portrayal of Clark Griswold on Christmas Vacation. Good lord. That is sad, isn’t it? I’m probably a bottle of Godiva Chocolate liqueur away from talking about “feelings” with people. Holidays do weird things to people…
On a positive note, I’m finished with class for the semester and if I never hear the phrase “explain how this theory would function in the context of your group…” it’d be too soon and I'd probably end up burning something to the ground. I’m glad to be working only a half day on Thursday, so I’m pretty much on the countdown to the holidays courtesy of the bottles of Root Beer and Jaeger that Max brought me (mixed together it’s called a Jim Morrison….try it!) and the four bottles of Korbel Brut Champagne that Sam’s Club put right near the front at half the price, so I couldn’t pass it up…. Yup, the years winding down and my perpetual state of drunkenness is steadily increasing, so HAPPY TIMES, PEOPLE…Happy times!
Really though, I am happy. I smile alot these days. I have a loving family, fantastic friends, and even when bad/weird/crappy/ridiculous crap happens, I still wake up each morning thankful for everything I have and all the wonderful people I know. Before this gets all “It’s a Wonderful Life,” on your asses, I will end this post by saying – the one person thing I really look forward to confessing the truth to in the new year? Guess you’ll have to read my next one. ~K
