How I got the Itis...

Can't believe Thanksgiving's already over. It seems like just yesterday that it was August and KOB and Pasco were leaving (and D was already gone). But, as promised, I did go down to visit them in Charleston. Rob, Christine, Kelli and I drove down to South Carolina. It was a bit of an ordeal getting the car and coordinating schedules, but it all pretty much worked out.

On Tuesday (Nov. 21st) night, Rob, Christine and I headed down to Logan to go pick up the car. So we got to the airport and caught the shuttle to Thrifty, not realizing that this place is way the hell away from the airport. The drive was quite sketch, we were worried that we'd wake up missing a kidney. It seemed so out of the way from, well anyone who could hear us scream. But we arrived safely, and went to the counter.

Shortly after arriving, we found out, oops there's no car for us! So, I panic because I had been fearing that this wouldn't work out afterall but my fears were quickly allayed when Rob said "well you'll give us the van you have for the same price, right?" Oh, god love him. Apparently this is what the little counterman had meant all along and soon we were in our soccermom van with our Sirius radio (oh, how I love sirius because of this trip). We had the van, but we were missing one thing-- Kelli. Since she had gone out before hand, she was lost and drunk at the airport. We drove back towards Logan and began the "I'm at terminal B" "okay, terminal B, we'll be there is a second" "Wait, maybe I'm at terminal A, i don't know" "well go ask someone" "there's no one around" conversation for 15 minutes and just drove to terminal B to see if we could find her. Christine got out of the van and just started yelling Kelli's name and eventually our quartet was complete. Then, we went to go pick up some of the essentials: 8 cases of red bull, milk, cereal, water and our beloved mascot, li foam and ice and then all of our shit. I have no clue how we expected to fit all the stuff we had into a Dodge Neon but there was more than enough room in our mom van.

The drive down was pretty uneventful, with the exception of getting lost in the Bronx at 2 am, listening to and practicing French and making LiFoam our mascot, and dealing with the drivers in North Carolina. We got into West Ashley at about 8 pm (18 hours give or take) and were greeted by KOB and Pasco.

After hauling all our stuff out of the van and abandoning most of the mess that we had made in the van, we got into their apartment. Let me tell you, so cute! The whole apartment was so colorful and homey. There were pictures on all the walls and just a really inviting feeling. They even had a cute little porch. We took a gander at turkey, pumpkin and mash (kob's new fish that later died and were put in the closet the next day) and got ready to go out. The first bar was really close and pretty empty, but it was a chill atmosphere. So the crew (Kob, Pasco, Kathy, Christine, Rob, Kelli, and I) met up with Danielle and Caleb and some friends and did like we do. To mix it up a bit, we packed into the car and headed for the next bar. This bar was a bit cuter and there was like ballroom dancing down on the dance floor. So odd, but we eventually joined in. It started out as real dancing and just digressed into straight up grinding. So, picture this, there're people spinning each other around and like really dancing while me and the other assholes are grinding with each other. Ah, so fun. We headed out after a bit, happy to be going to bed and excited for turkey the next day.

We started out Thanksgiving with some wine, and that theme continued throughout the night. We all got ready and Danielle, Caleb, Paul, and Dooley came over with the Turkey. Turkey went in, not to return for like 7 more hours. Between then, 20 bottles of wine, vegetables, spinach dip, and hot pockets were polished off. Dinner preparations went well, there was only one small fire with the tin foil in the kitchen and some spillage of mashed potatos, no harm done. In the end, we ate kinda late, but everything was delicious! Paul also educated us about the 'itis.' I'm so proud we all pulled this together. After dinner, I had a nap on the coach (second one of the day) and everyone else had a dance party. I woke up from my little coma for some dance party and then I think we watched Grandma's Boy (I'm too stoned to drive to the devil's house).

The next day, Friday, we went for a little stroll in downtown Charleston and the beach. It wasn't warm enough to go for a swim or anything but it was nice just to walk around and be in the sun. Pasco and I chased some gulls and we all collected some shells. Afterwards, we drove downtown and did some light shopping (I got a sweater that I'm excited about). We drove back not expecting that the night ahead was going to be the best ever.

So, Friday night. Amazing. I can't really describe it other than to list the events. Talking piercings in the kitchen. Cab driver and 'e'erbody rides free, shoot.' and his lotto tix. Johnston's back room bar. Outdoor bar and the swing I almost broke. Long Island... correction, an attempted Long Island. I AM AMAZON WOMAN THESE GLASSES ARE MINE FOR ME TO CRUSH. Skinny bartender. Secret stash of red wine. The band from Boston. Kathy and her man. Pasco's never made out with a girl. Yet. Violent Punk Rock. 'Boston girls are hott.' Other girls and Nasty looks. Flashing across the bar. Pulled onto stage and trying to dance and eventually stealing those glasses I wanted. Meghan "look she's flashing!!" MO. Where's my purse? Where're my friends? Did I close out my tab? Where's my card? Rob's passed out. I tried to go with strange guys. Disco lights in the cab. Why am I on the floor? Aaaaand darkness.

Morning: Why do I have no pants on? Who's bed am I in? Why is it so dark in here? Who's deputy dawg is this? Who's that next to me?

So, to fill in the blanks, I drank too much. Correction, we all drank too much and had a ridiculous night. Everybody was making out in the cab. I'm still not sure why I was on the floor and not in a seat, but that's cool. When we got home, I got naked (does this surprise anyone?) and flashed KOB my cootchie a few times and crawled into her bed with everyone. At one point I think there were 4 or 5 people in bed but I woke up with just me and Kathy and me with no pants on. Oy. My underwear was in my shirt, and I still had those glasses on that I had stolen (and I still have them!) and I was missing one bank card (so was Rob).

So on Saturday, we went down to Charleston again and picked up our bank cards (covered in black goop may I add) and went for the most amazing pizza at the Mellow Mushroom. It was a lazy day and we went back to the apartment and drank wine and lounged around. I can't remember if we watched a movie or not, I fell asleep for a bit. It was perfect to just chill out for a bit, especially considering the drive we had ahead of us.

We left at about 6 am the next day and didn't actually head in the correct direction until about 8 am. We got a bit lost getting out of Charleston and again in DC, but that's okay considering that we didn't have any directions--- It was all from memory. The traffic wasn't terrible and we got home in about 20 hours (after a 2 hour pit stop in Virginia because of fucking Denny's). We dropped off Christine and Rob and I slept (napped, really) at Kelli's and then we went to go drop off the car (which was an ordeal in and of itself because I got us lost) and then I said fuck class and slept until 4:30 in the afternoon.

And that, my friends, cannot even express how much fun I had over Thanksgiving. It was so great to just be around Pasco, Danielle, and Kob. It's difficult though that it really hit me that they aren't just out of town for a bit. I loved the apartment and the area, and their friends so I'm just glad that they're happy.

That time I woke up with my pants on backwards

So, better late than never, so I wanna write about my Halloween weekend.

Thursday night was the Ellie Fund (sigep) at Jake Ivories, otherwise known as 'how'd I get so drunk???' So I downed almost an entire bottle of wine before I left (haha, mistake numberrr 1) and then was pretty fine when I got there. I saw alot of my favorite people and had a blast. I had a few glasses of wine, even helped a girl up off the stairs (she was in rouuugh shape) and stopped 40 black from killing someone. Then, in typical Candice fashion, just left. I didn't even say bye to anyone, I just left. I was about to walk home and ran into the girls and they were getting in a cab.

This is when everything goes hazy. Still not quite sure if I helped pay for the cab or not, but I think I sat in the front. So, my memories of the rest of the evening include: making out with Sara's fridge, vegging out on the couch and talking about how I stopped Kelli from beating the hell out of some girl. Then, we decided to finally leave. Only, shortly after we left I realized that I forgot my phone. So, I went back to Sara's apartment building.

Or, so I thought. Apparently some GENIUS made her aparment building and her neighbor's exactly the same minus the color of the door. And, since we can't see color in the dark, and I really couldn't see anything in the state I was in, I went into the lobby and ran ALLLLL the doorbells. I mean, well how else was I supposed to remember where Sara lived. So I finally get buzzed in (how that happened, I dunno... who lets drunk girls into the building at 3 am??!!) and start banging on a door. No one answered, so I went to the next floor. I started banging on that door like hell. I remember thinking that I had to bang loud so that Sara could here me cause she's on the bottom floor. I woke someone up with the banging and he came to the door. He was not so happy to the site of me and my lab coat asking him if Sara was there. Christ, I'm like cringing telling this story remembering him say "Your friend does NOT live here!"

So I left without my friends and without my phone. I'm not quite sure where everyone went so that I was by myself, but whatev I got home fine. I do remember on the walk home that I wanted to take off my shoes, but that's it.

So the real fun started when I got home. This too is in bits and pieces of memory, but here's what I got.

At some point:
I destroyed my room. I mean, I pulled out my luggage and everything that was inside of it and threw it on the floor. I also took things and moved them around. I was probably looking for my phone.

I took all the sheets off of my bed and put them in the living room.

Facebooked Sara the most ridiculous thing (" I left my phone. Meet me in Shillman. 945 am, k bye" or something like that, but misspelled. Yea, like I actually went to class the next morning.

Fell.

Decided that I didn't want to wear clothes anymore.

Then finally, I got into bed.

So, this brings me to the best part... how I woke up.

I woke up underneath my mattress pad, underneath my fitted sheet, topless but with my pants on backwards. It was 11:11 am and I had already slept through 2 classes. Memories were coming back in flashes, and it was not pretty. I tried to eat something but threw everything up. (Note to self: if you're gonna throw anything up, bananas are the best... hot wings-from prior experience- are the worst) I finally made it to lab after being able to keep down a piece of bread and had to share the whole story with my class, particularly because my TA had been at the event the previous night.


So the rest of the weekend, I kept pretty true to the "I'm never drinking again" promise I made in lab. I went to Pike on Friday dressed as Mr. Bucket (best part was the walk home and people's reactions to my costume and having people sing the Mr. Bucket song) and volunteered on Saturday morning painting little's kids faces (I even painted cat's whiskers on a 6 month old- so fucking cute!!!). Saturday night I stayed in and my stalker came over (Jess).

Then Sunday night we went to a Sisterhood at a haunted house/ hayride and I got the shit scared out of me. While we were in line, I was so jumpy. This guy was behind me and scared me so that I ran right into a pole (it went up my nose). Then in the second house, I grabbed onto Jenny and hid my face. I wasn't paying attention so that while hiding in her arm at the end of the house, I ran right into a door. And hard! The rest of the night wasn't that scary, but there was a cool hayride and people with chainsaws. Oh, and I told ghost stories on the way there. Probably why I was so jumpy on the first house. I scared myself!!

So, in short, there are lessons learned from this weekend:
- drinking a bottle of wine before leaving the house is not okay
- pants go on with the zipper in FRONT
- monsters are not real
- Coyotes, however, are real and you should tell someone if you one