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As most of my stories may convey, I’ve got some alcohol problems that really ramped up during college. There was a period from freshman to junior year when I drank 6 nights a week. After that, I started actually studying because I knew I needed to go to grad school, which meant buckling down. [For those of you who are thinking - I'll just work hard for 2 years and be fine. Don't be so sure. I got good GRE scores and I still got into a couple of crappy grad schools, but not the great schools that I was hoping for. So, while I've recovered, I'm not sure the names attached to my degrees will be that great if I need to switch employers.]
Women always seemed surprised by my actions even when they had heard from friends what would happen.
While that introduction was unnecessary for this story, I want to stress that I really drank far too much for several years. Part of the problem is that for a while, we had a kegerator with a keg in it. In terms of priorities, we struggled to make rent sometimes, but we always had a full keg.
When I moved out of there, I moved to a place that was 2 blocks from a dive bar that ended up being my home away from home. More importantly, it was a life saver because it was closed one night a week, so I had at least one sober night built into my schedule.
On this particular night, I was just hanging out at my house with my roommates and watching some hockey. Low key, really. At this point I lived with 6 people and two of them were “Irish” and his fiance “Norso.” Yeah, that’s my word for an upper body “cankle.” Irish was awesome, let’s leave it at that.
There was a kegerator next to the couch, so I drank a lot. More problematic was the ping pong table next to the kegerator. Even more problematic was Norso. She was/is a grouchy bitch. She could kill the best of buzzes. The two of them could fight as well as any couple I’ve ever been around. I mean, she kept a packed suitcase next to the front door, and, probably two weekends a month, she would move home to live with her parents only to come back and make up with Irish. Irish, much like myself in similar situations, would use those free days as temporary break ups and therefore an excuse to have lots of sex with random girls.
