The New Year's Adventure: The First Real Adventure

Wazzaaaaaa? I told you it would be nuts. And I was so right!

Andrew and I went to WSC to work for the benefit I didn't want to be at. Everything went very smoothly (almost eerily so). I am done and gone by the pre-determined 10pm!

We go to the metro and I eff up and say we should take the train to L'enfant since we just missed the blue train to Rosslyn. Forgetting which direction on the orange line we're getting on. Anyway, we wind up in Vienna by 10:45 and call Matt about 3 times for directions.

The party itself felt almost like being back at 14th Street for CUAdrama parties. Beer pong by the front door, laptop with speakers blasting rock music, sticky tables, and cups cups cups cups... Matt poured me a rum and coke (or, rather, he let me pour my first) and I sat in on 7/11/Doubles with Alie. Playing with an admittedly weak R&C with a shot glass, however, is no fun, so I made myself play with a full cup. Then I refilled... generously.


Meanwhile Andrew and Matt were playing other teams of two in Beer Pong... and winning... loudly.

I managed (somehow) to finish my second R&C before the ball drops and we count down to 2008. After the first kiss of the year, what did I do? What was my first action in the new year?

Beer Pong Tournament.

Alie and I managed to beat Matt and Andrew when we were down to one cup each. We have extraordinary diversionary tactics... the things I said... if I ever see anyone from that party again I will blush ferociously!


Then it was a mega game of boys vs. girls. By that point all these blonde (sisters? cousins? strangely similar biffies?) were good friends. By this point I was also really drunk. I remember looking at my clock at 11:38 and thinking JAYSUS, another hour and a half! Then looking at my clock at 1:08 and thinking JAYSUS it's already ONE?!?

Now, I had told myself that in order to get to the metro we had to leave at 1:15 at the latest. Metro was supposed to close at 2. Matt said we'd be fine if we left at 1:30, which sounded reasonable. We got there at 1:41 (I'll never know who won the mega-match) to find out that the last train had left the station at 1:30. There were no signs. There were no apologies. Just a stupid fat guy hiding behind his plexiglass prison and a steadily filling parking lot.

The weird part was that for the first time in my life I was unconcerned. I trusted Matt and Andrew to get us home, and knew that I didn't have to think too much. I did get a $20 from the ATM at the station to pay for whatever cab we could manage to get. Therein lies the REAL adventure. Waiting at 2am for a cab when one comes about every 10 minutes.

The worst part was that right after (note AFTER) we got there, a bunch of freshmen (I assume) piled in, also SOL from the metro. We had already let a few people go ahead of us with the cabs that were there. Matt was going to call his friends to see if we could crash there. Alie and I were protesting. Andrew was weighing the logistics.

A Van pulled up. A Cab van. The freshmen piled onto it like it was an open bar on spring break. Well, almost all of them, one girl stepped off to puke in the bushes. Andrew and Matt joined the throng, stating prior claim. A guy got in Andrew's face to ask what time we had gotten there. Andrew tried to battle him with logic. Someone yelled "Boston Sucks!" to Matt to set him off. A princess screamed "My daddy OWNS this cab company. My daddy OWNS it!" Alie and I asked her to call him then and tell him how many people were SOL. As the melee continued, a regular cab pulled up right behind the van. Alie and I saw it and Matt and Andrew got in. As we pulled away we saw Freshmen still fighting over the van. Think Shaun of the Dead when they pull David through the window.

Too be continued at another computer...