Monday: 8 p.m.
Bar: Night & Day
Occassion: Shane's Birthday
Monday was Shane's Birthday and he's a good friend of most of us so we wanted to celebrate it in style. He's only turning 20, but every occassion is a reason to drink when you are studying abroad. We started out at the dorms in the common room playing drinking games. It was going to be a mello night, but it never ends up that way. We convinced my roommmate Andy to drink with us. Mind you he's never had more than a couple of drinks. He's never been drunk. He bought himself a Guinness to try, but as the night rolled on he saw how much fun we were having playing circle of death, horse race, fuck you and annihilation so we kept passing him a beer. At about 11 p.m. we all had a ridiculous buzz going. So, we decided to head out to Shane's favorite bar in town Night & Day. What's awesome is that there are not open container laws here so you can merryily stroll down the street with a bottle of vodka and not get stopped by the police. It's pretty awesome. We get to the bar and Andy is with us still. He's definitely drunk by now and he's hysterical. It's like getting your little brother drunk for the first time. It's funny, you're all laughing with him and a little at him, but it's a good time. There was a group of about 20 of us in this one bar and we were being loud, chanting "chug" and pounding on the table. What's cool about this particular bar is that it's in the Bloomsbury district and there happens to be a lto of people who study abroad in this area, so you can see the different groups of American kids. Needless to say we kept knocking back the Carlsberg pints the rest of the night and you know me I don't pass up an occassion to drink and get shitty if everyone around me is drinking and getting shitty. By the way Carlsberg is like their Natty Ice here except it tastes a lot better than Natty. It's their cheapest beer and they serve it everywhere so whereever I go I order it. We met these two raw-sta-far-ion ( I dont' know how to spell it so I sounded it out) guys and they reminded me of the jelly fish from Finding Nemo. He was your typical Bob Marley. He came over to group and he was sitting at the table near us with his one friend. He says to us in his reggae accent "He mon we gotz to complete de circle mon because life is a circle and it never should end. A circle is whole and its a wonderful aura to be with such high spirited people." Something along those lines. I was hammered. We also met this Australian guy who joined our table and we got him into drinking with us. For the remainder of the night Andy is still knocking back drinks and for the kid who hardly drinks he was doing pretty well. Then we got to the point where he was stealin other people's drinks and that's when we had to cut him off. We got him a glass of whater and told him it was gin and tonic. He chugged it down and said it was the most amazing vodka. He was convinced. He fell off a couple of chairs. Paul had to hold him by his collar the entire night so he wouldn't stumble over. We all ended up coming back home at 1:30 a.m. and I pretty much passed out. The next morning Andy ended up puking in every building he stepped foot in. He puked in our room, he went to a muesum with one of his classes and puked, he puked at Huron. He puked all day and it was hysterical to see him all hung over. That was night 1.
Tuesday 8:30 p.m.
Bar: American Sports Cafe
Occassion: £1 pints all night.
This night is always fucking ridiculous. The weekend before I got so trashed and it was the best fucking time. I had a whole blog dedicated to that one night. This week was no different except that we got there earlier to ensure we got a table. All the tables were full so we just meandered our way over to a table that had two british guys and a girl obviously just returning from work and casually watching the game on the flat screens all over. Arsenal was playing Wigim. Arsenal is the big timer around here. So, the bar was packed and everyone was watching the futbol game. It was pretty intense because when either team almost scored a goal the whole place would go up in a roar. The place started to filter in with American college students from everywhere. I got my first pint and I told myself I wasn't goign to get as trashed as I did the night before. I didn't want to. I thought I had self control. I don't. Little by little we started taking over the entire table that these three people were sitting at. We started playing quarters (our favorite at this bar) and of course I committed the fatal error of telling people that I didn't want to drink too much that night, and everytime someone made the quarter into the cup they would give me the cup of beer to chug. No joke I was the fucking star of the night, but not by choice. They enjoy seeing how much it takes for a little guy like me to get wasted. Well let me tell you I'm impressed with myself because my tolerance level is building. We ended up feeling bad for the 3 Brits who were subject to our foolishness and asked them to play quarters with one. One of them happen to go to school with Americans so he knew the game and the other two didn't really know how to play, but we taught them. We introduced ourselves and told them our majors. One of the guys was a PR guy for a Financial PR firm in London. I thought that was cool as shit. We started playing and that's where they started calling me Druski. Well, the Brits joined in on the fun and started handing me most of the shots they were making into the cup. Not all, but I got the majority. I would say "No" sometimes, so it's not like I was a fucking fool. I got most of the people back too, when I would land a shot. So... the Brits would give me a shot. I'd make one and give them a shot. This went back and forth for a while with everyone and then it got fun again to start giving me the shots so they started with the "DRUSKI HAVE ANOTHER BRESKI."
The night went on and they started playing 80s songs and we all were having a blast. I ended up getting really shit faced and started dancing on the chairs that were more like stools. I was told to get down by security a couple of times until eventually I somehow left the bar. Apparently, they kicked me out, but I dont' remember. We walked home or I was held up rather. I was stumbling all over the streets of London like a fucking fool. I managed to make it Ok, but I just needed people as my crutches. Whatever it happens. We stopped at a McDonald's again (the same one) and my friends bought me a beloved Big Mac. They told me to make love to it, so I was making out the Big Mac in the middle of McDonalds. I was having a ball, people were all staring, but I didn't care. I made the people I was with meet these two American girls from I forgot where, but see it's because I was drunk and I drew attention. It was fun. The walk was forever and I had a few scrapes on my knees the next morning. I passed out in the computer lab and had to be carried to my room. Typical DRUnken Dru. Nothing different. I lost my dorm keys and I woke up Wednesday morning at Noon perfectly fine. No hangover. I'm a champ.
Thursday: 6 p.m.
Bar: Huron University & Metra Bar
Occassion: Welcome Party
Okay so this is only University in the world that serves its students alcohol at a school function held at the school itself. No joke we were invited to Huron for a welcome party to meet the facutly and other students and they had bottles upon bottles and cans upon cans of wine and Foster's beer. I took my opportunity to get free beer and started knocking back the Fosters like crazy. Everyone was taking advantage of that fact and we all got a pretty good buzz going. I then switched to red wine because they told me it had more alcohol in it, but the taste was like melted butter. It was disgusting,but I just took it like shots. We all got drunk there and decided to go to this club that was free cover until 9 p.m. or so we thought. We get to the dorm change really quick and then started walking. It was about 8:25 and the club was a good 30 minute walk. We were never going to make it with the large group we had going. So, in a drunken state of mind. Pete, Kim and I start sprinting down the sidewalks of London. Funny thing is we didn't know where we were going, so we had to stop and ask people for directions. All three of us looking like fucking idiots because no one knew where this club was except that it was in Leceister Square. Finally we get pointed in the general direction and get told it was across the street from Burger king. We get there and the door man notices that we were all out of breath. He tells us it was free admission until 10. So, we ran for nothing, but we did get our coats checked for free because we were there before 9 p.m. we got there 10 minutes till. The club was like any regular club. The only reason I went was because they said they played house music and I haven't been to a club that plays techno, house music. We get there and there aren't taht many people there yet because everyone filters in at around 11 p.m. or 12. Shane and I decide to split 2 jugs of cocktails. Their happy hours last until 11 p.m. so they were £7 each. We got a Sex on the Beach and Hawaiian Punch. The first jug was practically all juice so we waited for an hour to get the second. The second one I went to the bar and asked a different bartender to make it because even though I speak English I still feel like I'm getting ripped off in this country. They really do think that Americans are fucking idiots. This time the jug actually had liquor in it because I was nicer to the bartender. Maybe that's what it is. LoL. I danced, got drunk again. Not wasted, but a good vibe. No house music was played. I was disappointed. Then Laura called and my night came to a happy conclusion. It was content just talking to her the rest of the night so Pete and I just walked home.
I wake up this morning at Noon and annoyed with myself because I sleep in every day and I get nothing done during the day. I have to study for my tests which I completely forgot about because I do nothing all week. I still don't have an internship because the original one I had lined up the internship coordinator can't get a hold of the company and whatever it fell through. So, basically the only option I have is to drink all week. I'm not going out tonight. I'm keeping that promise.
Marlbourough Arms near Byng Place
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