The Good, The Bad...Lafayette

Tomorrow, me and three best friends embark on a journey to Lafayette in honor of Haley Sanders birthday (look her up on Facebook and wish her a happy birthday Saturday). I've been to Laffy-town twice before this trip and it wasn't quite sunshine and rainbows (if that's even a phrase...). September of 2009, I went to Lafayette to visit Haley, Mallory, and Hannah for a Wednesday night at the Keg. I nominated myself (worst idea ever) to be the DD to the bar and once we got there I would begin my drinking. But not so fast. As all of my friends and the people they were with were getting rowdy, I'd been waiting in line for a Bud Light, just one simple beer. After thirty minutes of twiddling my thumbs and trying to flirt with the bartender (second worst idea) I finally found Haley and begged her "Haley, I've been waiting in line for thirty minutes and all I want is a beer." With ease she gets it for me and in return she asks if I venture to the restroom with her, fair trade, fair trade. So as we stand in line, I sip my beer graciously (sorry for the family members reading this. This may come off as a surprise to you, but yes, I do drink) and happily thinking to myself "The night has just begun", when all of a sudden some drunken sleaze (nicest words I can manage) decides to bump into me in the line and looks at me in the face and then...........she vomits all over my body. Not just my feet, but from my chest to my toes, and on Haley's feet. Then, I realize the "bar-wench" had cut her foot, so being the NICEST PERSON ON PLANET EARTH, I helped her clean up her foot, pretty sure I even got her a band-aid. After that, mind you I've had a few sips of beer, we catch a cab (so responsible) back to Haley's so I can change my vomit clothes. After that, we head to the Kappa Sig house, where we find two friends of ours from Baton Rouge. They decide they want Canes, I couldn't agree more. We end up at Haley's apartment around 3, I decide my nights over, no need to make things worse, so I hit the hay. THEN. 4:30. Someone pulled the fire alarm and everyone had to evacuate the apartments for at least an hour. I had a hatred towards Laf-city (I just realized I've changed it's name every time) until the following December where I returned and had a delightful time. So, we shall see if this weekend is a hit or miss, I'll keep all of you posted, not that many of you even care besides my Dad. But it's alright. ENJOY THE WEEKEND. Can't seem to get this song out of my head, so I'll put it in yours: Ghostland Observatory