Friday, May 15, 2009

Going to the chapel, FUF style.

I was stalking visiting some of my friends facebook pages this morning and realized that today was graduation practice for the class of 2009.

This had me thinking about the day that Jill and I had graduation practice. Jill's & my name happen to be right next to each other in the alphabet. We ended up getting to walk and sit with each other during graduation and baccalaureate (how effing cool is that? just by chance sitting next to your best friend during graduation? let me tell you, we took pictures the entire time!)

Well, graduation / baccalaureate practice was at 10 on Friday morning. Our last day of class was the previous Monday so we had spent the last four days in a a drunk and smoking stupor. We were tore up, for real. Well, the night before we decided to do a little 8 dollar challenge. All you can drink for 8 bucks and let me tell you, we were serious. I always drank no less than 5 beers and no less than about 10 rum & diets..

Jill wakes me up at about 9:50 the next morning telling me to get my ass ready for practice.

I was drunk as a skunk. Not just the little bit of dizzy head most people have when you quit drinking 8 hours prior. I was a full on stumbling, not talking coherently, couldn't light my own cigarette, smelling like booze drunk bitch at 10 in the morning.

I somehow manage to find a t shirt and jeans to throw on and we went to the chapel to practice for our baccalaureate that would happen that night. All of the seniors line up and go through the main entrance. Once you get into the foyer, there are two separate doors to go through, one on the left and one on the right. The explained that we would be in two lines and both lines would walk through the right door and split from there to be seated.

I was on the left side. Being drunk I obviously didn't understand the directions. As soon as I made it in the chapel I make a beeline for the left door. Stumbling and running. However, I didn't notice there was no one in front or behind me. I vaguely heard someone yelling "Orange shirt. Orange shirt! Wrong way!" I didn't even know I had a damn orange shirt on. Then Jill yells "Rose, you idiot, you're going the wrong way!"

The only thing I could yell back was "I'm drunk!" I then proceeded to run and get back in line. Needless to say, it was a very long, very hot, very very drunk practice.

I think I for sure went out with a bang.

Still Drunk,
Rose

9 comments:

Al said...

bahaha classy!!!!
way to leave a lasting impression on everyone!

when they see you on fb they will think he its orange shirt girl!

E-Money said...

Hahahaha That's rad!!

My boss told me to bring a flask to graduation (h'es a department chair), I think I'll take him up on that. Sounds like it would be more fun.

Lil' Woman said...

Only you Rose :)

Constructive Attitude said...

At our graduation we got to sit wherever the heck we wanted and when we went up to get our fake diplomas, we handed the announcer our name cards and they just read it off.

PerplxinTexan♥ said...

You are aware that all best friends are made through such drunken-inspired romps. It was meant to be.

MrsSki said...

LOL! I bet you'll never forget that day or the fact that you were wearing an orange shirt! I obtained my buzz at graduation from the guy sitting next to me. He literally had alcohol seeping from his pores.

GWEN B. (aka SKINNY BITCH) said...

niiiiice. Love that it happened in a chapel. Our baccalaureate was in our school auditorium. Never get enough of the stories from you Rose! :)

AK said...

hahahaha that story just made my day! lol thanks!

AK said...

hahahaha that story just made my day! lol thanks!

 
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