Drinking Stories

October 2006...I get my nice Columbia coat stolen.

It's a great party. Literally 4 blocks from my house, down town. I was just chilling in school one day, and my friend Laura tells me she has a bottle of liquor that she doesn't like. It happens to be Jim Beam Whiskey, which I have never had. So, after school, my best bud Jake (Arkantis) procures the bottle. I have to work 5-9 at Hardees that night, so I was a tad late to the party. Anyways, after I had showered and was presentable to the party, I show up a tiny bit before 11. It's a chill party, everyone's dancing, sharing pricelss moments. I meet up with Jake and his cousin, and we do four odd shots. I'm feeling good, and then someone offers a vsop shot to me. Of course I can't turn it down. I'm feeling really good, and the apartment had finally heated up, so I put my jacket on a nice couch. Bad idea, this sucker cost me 200 bucks, on sale. It was so warm. Anyways, Jake and I started to down the rest of the Liter of Jim Beam, much to our dismay. Next thing I know, I am lunging into the bathroom, my vomit finding the toilet. Not two minutes later Jake sprawls into the bathroom, puking his guts out. Something must have been wrong with the Jim Beam. After 'chilling' out and puking our guts out, the host gives each of us a pillow and blanket, and shows us into Monica's room. He says to pass out anywhere, just 'don't make a mess'. So I go to the far corner and do so, my best bud stays near the door. I should've retrieved my coat.

Next morning, the host , Jeff's dad comes around 10AM to pick him up. He was going on some sort of family vacation, so we had to leave. I look around everywhere, and can't find my coat. It was October, and quite cold out, so I was really pissed. Jake gave me his light jacket, and we made it to the Ulmer Cafe for breakfast. I'm just so apalled that my coat got stolen; I can't even enjoy the morning after meal. As we part ways, I promise to give my friend his jacket back. Keep in mind I was only 16, so explaining to my rents that I needed a new coat didn't go down so well. A few months later I saw it in the back of a car, but he pulled away too quickly. Shady fuckers suck, and Jim Bean should never be consumed.