EPT
7:30pm - Formal dinner "swap" with Selwyn College W1 Crew
8:30?pm - Beers @ bar
10:00?pm - screwing around @ the croquet pitches whilst drinking.
10:15?pm - back to the bar. I get pennied by one of the girls and down a full pint of Carlsberg in 1 go. A truly breathtaking experience. Fucking hell.
10:30?pm - We round up the remaining troops (a true cockfest, with 6 guys and 3 gals) and head to a nearby park to fuck around. We stop by a pub on the way to "refuel". We arrive at the park to engage in the most retardedly entertaining but still retarded activities. I forget what the fuck they called the game but it was putting 2-3 guys/girls onto this rotating merrygoround thing similar to that video of 2 brits hanging onto a merry go round theing driven by a moped then flying off into oblivion, except the bars on it were like 8 things coming out from the center, so that from above it looked something like an asterix or i guess an interlaced two X's. You get the idea. Sooo, you place 3 drunken rowers on this thing, have guys on the outside spin it the fuck around, and you start stepping over said bars to the opposite side of the spinning and "catch up" to the guy in front of you also stepping over this shit, and once you catch up that guy goes flying out - if he resist, just force him off and he goes-a-heavin', and this continues till only 1 guy is left. Fucking one girl who had barely anything to drink was destroying us who were like 2x as strong as her but prolly weighed twice as much as her - fucking hax. I got raped on the first try with 3 guys, but going one on one with a lad, I utterly killed him by essnetially jumping from one slot to the next instead of stepping over or whatever the fuck it was like. Circulation of alcohol sure speeds up when you're dizzy as fuck and you're likely to fall down if you didnt even hav ethe liquor in you anyways. I'm sure we were fucking loud as hell acting like utter morons - morons who are some of the better athlets of the college that is - lol don't come near us. Having 2 guys 2 girls stand up on some large rocking horse thing and seeing who can stay standing up on it the longest while yelling out fucking rowing calls. Piling 6 people onto one of those large swing things with everyone standing up, with 2 guys keeping it in high ass amplitude - said guys fucking falling over b/c of the drunkenness and pushing as fucking as hard as we could. A speed climb up a rope jungle gym thing to the top, where one guy and I raped everyone lawl. Everyone's falling over and just making a shit out of themselves - our captain fucking went flying off to the side and finally stopped like 5 meters away after heaving the goddamn large swing thing with all his powahh. Then said speedy guy proposed "full-contact" climbing of the fucking thing, and as the countdown ends I immediately tackle him high and yet he still fucking wins lololol. I can't even describe the last shit we did where we raced around a contorted moebius ring with holes thing where we had to spider our way around one full circle while staying on the same plane and shit racing another guy going the other way on the same side and we'd collide at some point god that shit was painful and I opted to just throw my shoes at my opponent (our fucking captain lololol) since he started off w/ his shoes off which was a huge advantage, and I was yelling 'fucking cheating asdfasdf' as I hurled the shoes. When that ended two guys ran with my shoes and I tackled one of them as the other shoe went into a tree wtf lawl and they faked throwing it into the Cam (river) - I'm thinking, hmm I have to go to a formal dinner tomorrow and I now have no shoe! Fucking good time though I must say.
11:40pm - heading to a Club. 4 guys remain on the journey.
11:50pm - a bottle of cider as I lay out a battle plan for a mate of ours. The three strawpedo it, I am not feeling completely well so I opt to just drink it regularly while devising a master plan for the bloke. I spot a few wandering bees towards the right hand side of the dance floor and instruct said mate and 2 wingmen to venture onwards. He is too pussy and does not act on it. Opportunity spoiled.
12:30am - Club shuts down till 3pm. Two of us split off and head back.
1:00am - I am back in my room and my bike is a 20 minute walk away. I have to be in the lab at 9:30am tomorrow.
I hop on vent and chat with Rage for a bit.
Christ.
This is just 4 days after passing out in the fucking front court yard of my college after throwing up twice after driking 1 bottle of red wine, then some kind of dragon something shot from a fucking chemistry test tube, then another half bottle of wine -- then spending the next 6 hours in the porters lodge moaning and groaning after literally falling over into stupor and then going back to my room at 5am then having to go rowing and actually retardedly cycling back, rowing at 6:30 am jesus, I dont feel hungover b/c I'm still drunk and I feel "weird" after every stroke I take.
