Am I back in the dorms?!

Hi, have we met? My name is Molly circa Freshman year of college and apparently I decided to resurface last night.

Last night was c-r-a-z-y and way too much fun for a Tuesday night when I have to work the next morning. In college we used to say that Tuesdays were the only true week night and therefore you had to stay in and study…apparently that rule went by the wayside last night.

We went out for my friend Kortney’s birthday and met some people for drinks at SoPo…well 6 hours later I returned to my apartment drunk and ready for bed! There was a special on Guinness and choco-martini’s. We all had quite a bit to drink and there was merriment to be had, but I had anticipated going home around 10pm or so. Apparently that was not in the plans of the rest of the crowd. We continued to drink and until someone decided that we should go to Trader Todd’s for Karaoke. Who’s genius idea that was, I don’t know…but I will not be thanking them for it any time soon. Trader Todds, for those of you that don’t know, is a stupid ass bar with very bright colors and a “tiki” theme. When I pass it I always think “what tools would ever go to that bar”, now I am one of those tools.

Many birthday shots and beers later Trader Todd’s was a bad-singing delight filled with…well…almost no one but us.

On top of all of this I hooked me a rugby player- haha. This is where the freshman year comes into play. When Kristen and I were freshman at U of I we spent all of our time at R&Rs and because of that we became big fans of the Fightin’ Illini Rugby club. They resurfaced last night thanks to Meg and they are now playing for the Southside Irish Rugby club. Oh God…what a mess. They are lovely men that have beer in their glasses and craziness in their hearts…and apparently a love for Irish women named Molly. Trouble with a capital T and I am experiencing what one might call a “forehead slapper moment” as I write this. I happened to meet a lovely young man named Sean who played Rugby for Notre Dame. I do believe that we will be going out for more beer this evening. All I know is that it would be detrimental to my professional health for me to get mixed up with Rugby players again…I would be drunk all the friggin time.

Alright, I am to hungover to continue…I can’t even keep the story straight or interesting. When did I become the girl who was so old and so far out of college that she gets hangovers now? Ugh. Coffee me stat.