Okay soooooo...Today and yesterday being that guy meant being real trife!
For those of you who don't know, "trife" is slang for "unacceptable, mean or the like."
My 21st birthday was yesterday...And when I tell you I was THAT guy, please believe me - no exaggeration.
First -
I didn't make it to take the LSAT Saturday. I was entirely too hungover from the impromptu bar crawl on my behalf. Thanks to Adams Morgan, I will now have to lie to the LSAC re: why I missed my exam. Yup...I was that guy; the one who completely disregarded what he knew he needed to do.
Second -
I woke up drunk still. That's right, not hungover, but still drunk. So I used my sister's remedy; GATORADE! Which worked wonders to get me out of the bed at least. I had to go to Mock Trial practice, because I'm an uber nerd (who's also president) and I knew Coach wouldn't understand if I didn't show up because I was drunl. So, yup you guessed it...being that guy meant that I was sitting in the corner, with my shades lowered. I couldn't really hide because Coach brought me a birthday cake which I had to cut and eat with the team.
Third -
I didn't let the trife stop there. As soon as practice ended (circa 5PM) I kept on drinking... Yup...Being that guy meant being drunk and not caring what anyone had to say about it because it was my birthday! We've all been there...right? I stumbled into my apartment at oh say 3 AM and fell asleep in front of my bedroom door. Don't you judge me.
Fourth -
Bottomless mimosas are the DEVIL. I went with some very good friends to Vinotecta in DC (sooooo good!) and knocked back between 15 and 17 mimosas (depending on who you asked). That wasn't trife, but what followed was: I was so drunk (from the night before and the day of) that I showed up to take org photos drunk. I wore a black suit with white socks and could barely stand up long enough to take the picture. Yup...Being THAT guy definitely wasn't okay.
