Another day of searching for gold and replacing my blood with Guinness has come and gone. The cafeteria at OCC was actually serving corned beef and cabbage and, after an eternity of waiting, I consumed it with Irish vigor. A brief nap followed, History class, then a case of Irish milk aka Guinness was procured and later accompanied by yet another case brought over by Cadbury, Matty, and Amanda.
Fiddles were played, beers raced down throats, and many laughs were had. I woke the next morning in my bed, surprised to see that my clothes were off. Veg comes home from the gym and recants how I am a terrible drunk. Apparently I stumbled into his room at 4 am and he woke up to me grabbing his work shoes. Guess I have a drunken shoe fetish? Cherry on top of a fun night.
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