Drunken revelry starts with stupid
Well, the drunken revelry last night started with "stupid" (canyon-style margaritas) and continued with beer, Abby & Erin's wine, our whiskey and other drinks.
I drank my first stupid from a bowl, which means, of course, that I had no idea how much I drank. After I finished the first bowl, it disappeared, only to be replaced by a second one shortly afterward. I don't like tequila (as in, I REALLY don't like tequila, as in I hate tequila), and margarita stuff covers it only a bit.
I have no idea why I drank that second bowl. Ugh.
I didn't help in the kitchen tonight, because I wasn't really needed. I felt disconnected from the group, having not helped with dinner. Helping in the kitchen is nice as it helps pass the time, while giving an easy, social context.
After dinner, we all sat around half buzzed, talking. Erin pulled out and shared one of her two bottles/boxes/bags of wine. Josh, Sam, Kris, Andy and I shared the Japanese whiskey. More wine came around, so I was quite toasted at this point.
The best part of the evening had to be the arrival of Mr. Floobee. Mr. Floobee arrived on the arms of Justin, Josh, Sam and Matt, and was placed on a kitchen table (Mr. Floobee being Tracy lying on her stomach, completely covered except her chin and mouth exposed, and a face written upside down on her chin). Mr. Floobee answered questions from the audience and, honestly, I haven't had such a stomach-aching laugh in a long time.
Kris, as drunk as he was, tried to ask thought-provoking questions, which came out like "Chocolate, vanilla or strawberry?" or "Milli Vanilli or Bev Biv Devoe?" the second of which launched a heart-breaking rendition of "Blame it on
the Rain."
Towards the end of the evening, only Kris, Andy, Abby, Sonia, Josh and Justin were left. We tried to be quiet, but didn't really manage that much. At this point, there were many drunken promises made. Sam offered Kris the opportunity to stand on the cooler while he paddled (with a half paddle, not a full oar) through the rapids from the back of the raft. Josh promised me his boat to myself, but we all know that drunken promises need not be kept as Dave and Julie rode with Josh today (a fact that surprisingly disappointed me, but turned out okay).
Around 10 or so, Josh suggested to Abby, Andy, Sam and me that we go naked sleeper leaper, which involves stripping naked, wandering around the campground looking for people sleeping, then jumping over them (leaping!).
No one stripped.
When we all went to bed at 10:30, Kris set his alarm for midnight. He and Andy were planning on getting up after everyone was asleep and, indeed, go naked sleeper leaping, in particular leaping over Josh who both suggested the game, and was sleeping on the beach near us. Andy thought it best to practice, so spent a few minutes running up to our campsite and leaping over Kris and me.
Fortunately, he was clothed when he leapt.
Kris slept though his midnight alarm, as did Andy. I, on the other hand, woke up multiple times, each time the alarm rang every 9 minutes. Eventually, I poked Kris and told him to turn off his watch alarm, which he did, so I managed to sleep for an hour or so at a time.
I didn't, however, sleep well, as I never do when I'm drunk. I woke up from a deep sleep every hour or so, got up, peed into my can, drank a whole lot of water, went back to the sleeping tarp, and went back to sleep. All repeated many times during the night. I successfully managed to not only fill up the pee can to the top by morning, but also had to go more after the coffee conch sounded. Kris and Andy said that Sonia helped, but geez, not THAT much.
Yep, I was well hydrated last night.