29 March 2005, Tuesday night
Another Tuesday night with no classes the next day. After chem lab, I come back to Park and Seth, Zach, and Haas are dropping a phone out of the 3rd floor. They procede to smash it against the building, completely demolishing it. I Shower, then I went over to the house to finish off a case of beer left from Easter break. I go into Q's room and chill out for a while there. I make fun of Q, then he throws my hat out of the room to Jangles, takes my beer, and locks me out of the room. Jangles grabs my hat and refuses to give it back. Dog eventually drops it and I manage to get back in Q's room. We go downstairs to play beer pong. In the basement, Dylan, Gabringer, Dave, Kooch, Mandich and I play beer pong while more people show up. Stevenhagen shows up, so does Deanna, Hites, Wally, Levi, and Andy. Skaggs shows up with 2 friends from home appearantly. The one is really wasted and has to be held up, until they get her a chair. Z and a few other people show up, BJ and his gf are there with 2 friends. At this point there are a halfway decent amount of people there. Beer pong is continuously played the whole time, as is darts. i have to help BJ wrestle a bottle of vodka away from Skaggs' drunk friend. After a bit of all that, people start leaving. Me and Z play 3 games of beer pong against Dave and Dylan to finish off the case of beer I had. At this point I have a fairly good buzz going on. Me, Mandich, and Stevenhagen then decide to walk to Hardees. Mandich brings Jangles along with us. We get there and order. I get 2 plain spicy chickens. We walk back, and I eat my sandwiches and go to bed.
Drunk Scale: 3

Thursday 17 March, 2005 St Patrick's Day
Mood:  celebratory
I will try to recall the events of this day. It may be hard.

10:00 AM - I wake up, and immediatly crank up my Flogging Molly CD as loud as possible. I woke up Brad nextdoor in 107.
After buckling down and getting shit done for the day, Levi comes down and wants to drink a Killian's. I agree. A little while before supper we go to his room and play more Flogging Molly, drink, and duct tape his Irish flag to a hockey stick. We run around with that for a while. We go eat, then plan to go to Darin and Fred's apartment later.
We arrive at Darin's earlier than planned because we went to the house and everyone there was leaving to go to Darin's. At about 9:30-10:00, there are quite a few people there already, and the festivities are already underway. There is a keg of MGD on the landing and 2 refrigerators full of Guinness, along with a counter full of various liquor bottles. There is rap music playing, but this is St Patrick's Day, and that will not do. However, Darin has no Irish music. So we go to his computer and proceded to download Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphy songs until Fox shows up with CD's. The obvious ensues for the next couple hours as more and more people arrive. Drinking games, singing, and binge drinking prevail. By midnight,there are a large number of people there, probably more than what should be allowed in the small upstairs apartment. Most of them are brothers, various girls, or Darin's friends from Bluffton.
By this time I am no longer sober, having downed a good amount of Guinness and green keg beer(AK squeezed about half a bottle of green food coloring into my one cup, it was closer to black at first).
Out of nowhere, or it appeared to me anyway as I wasn't paying attention, Levi gets up on a chair and starts doing Bill Brasky jokes. It is the funniest thing ever at the moment. The highlight was when he screwed one of them up ("machete" instead of chloroform). After this, the rest of the night is mainly a blur. I decided that the half bottle of apple pucker sitting on the counter needed to be finished and there was no one else to do it. I did this as I watched Dylan construct a large pyramid of Guinness cans that would eventually reach the ceiling. People seemed set on knocking it down while in progress. I began talking to some guy that was appearantly from Bluffton. We tried to figure out what some of the odd shaped liquor bottles on the counter are. Noone around is willing to try them. While talking, I am tampering with an empty Guinness bottle. I notice in my drunkness that there is something inside the bottle (all experienced Guinness drinkers know what it is, but I did not). I ask the guy what it is. He says it's the "widget," and that it's there to keep the draught from settling at the bottom, and it flows around while you drink, mixing up the beer. I want to get it out of the bottle. He tells me that he and his friends have tried before, but only could get it out by breaking the bottle. Literally seconds later, I take the bottle and make a whipping motion with it, the widget comes halfway out of the bottle, and I pull it out. The guy is stunned and says that I must be Irish.
At this point I only remember leaving, riding in the back of Tyler's truck back to campus because Stevenhagen and J-Mo are in the front, and driving to Taco Bell. I order 2 steak quesadillas. As we are leaving, the guy in the passenger seat of the car behind us appears to be trying to take my picture. I flip him off as we drive away. When we get back I stagger to my room, eat both quesadillas, and fall into bed.
Drunk Scale: 6

AFTERMATH
The next morning was not the greatest. Not a bad hangover, but I had class and it was not fun. I had all my clothes on from the night, and I didn't change before class. I had green stains on my shoes, jeans, and sweatshirt.
I talked to Storey and he commented on the previous night:
"I could tell, but you weren't that bad. I mean I've seen you worse, but... You were visibly drunk."
I guess that's all that matters.