Keeping the tradition alive

(Alert: Don't look at the pictures if you are one of my readers of the female variety)

Last night I had what could be described as a strong/to very strong desire to watch the BC game. Hence, I went to the gringo bar here that shows american sports. Unfortunately do to the fact that there were many better games on last night the BC game didn't make any of the TVs. However, that did not stop me from blacking out, it probably only contributed. I ended up watching the Florida/Alabama game with a couple of Florida fans.

Among the beers I drank and some whiskey, I somehow managed to get a car bomb which is always a treat. Don't remember leaving, don't remember getting home. I woke up this morning on the floor of my room with a small pile of throw up next to me. At this point I did my best to figure out if I ate when I got back from the bar. When I eventually was able to get my head clear enough to sit up I found a half eaten steak on a plate on my desk. Last night I brought new meaning to the term rare. This looked like I had cooked it for all of 2 minutes.

I then went to use the bathroom- also destroyed that by the looks of it. Among the pieces of food that I am missing/ must have eaten last night are: an apple, a hard-boiled egg, and the steak with peppers and onions.

Things to take away from this experience:

1. This marks the fourth year in a row that I have thrown up for the BC/Notre Dame game.

2. I woke up in just my boxers AND I took my contacts out, yet I woke up on the floor and I never turned off the lights-- an intriguing combination.

3. I have no idea how but I managed to not cut myself last night while cutting up the peppers and onion, we have some very sharp knives here in the apartment.

4. I should probably not make it a habit of blacking out and walking home in Latin American cities.

5. Mama Mia just came on TV down here. I watched about 5 minutes before realizing I was way to hung over and wanted to kill each person whenever they started singing. Fuck musicals, unless it is the Sound of Music.

6. I have a downstairs neighbor who is learning to play the Titanic song on the recorder.

Update 11:45 PM- To kickoff our big event which starts this week we had a welcome dinner with a bunch of the guests at an all you can eat steak house, to say the least it was a little difficult to put away the steak for me. I treated it like learning to ride a bike- if you fall you have to get right back up, face your fear and get on that damn bike.