During my first year in Austin, my friend and her new boyfriend came to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day on 6th Street. A friend picked me up and we went to another friend’s house downtown. From there, the three of us got on a party bus driven by a guy that was trying to date me. It was too early in the night and not much was going on. The guy was kind of creepy and made us feel awkward so we finished our drinks and headed off on foot.
Several other people joined our group and we went to meet my friend and her boyfriend at a bar. Things started out well. We bar hopped. The drinks were flowing and everyone was having a great time…
The next thing I knew, I woke up to my alarm clock blaring. I felt disoriented. Not hungover, still drunk. I had to get dressed and go to work. I somehow pulled myself out of bed and staggered toward the door. There was a strange aroma in the air. I couldn’t figure out what it was. I went to the bathroom and showered. I still felt horrible. My friend and her boyfriend were asleep in my living room so I crept back to my room to get dressed. Ugh…what is that smell?! I was starting to feel nauseous. I threw on some clothes and started putting on my makeup. When I was done, I went to get the lip gloss I had used the previous night from my purse. When I opened my pink purse, the smell of shitty street food was overwhelming. I looked in and saw a white paper plate with orange grease stains folded up inside. I opened the plate to find a slice of half eaten pepperoni pizza. I was really confused. Why was this in there? Who put it in there?
I finished getting dressed and walked into the living room. By this time, my friend and her boyfriend were awake. They saw the folded paper plate in my hand and started laughing. “What happened last night,” I asked. They were both cracking up and she said, “I told you not to put that in there!” She explained that I got completely trashed (obviously)
and said that I wanted pizza. So they followed my drunk ass around downtown Austin to Roppolo’s Pizza. Once I purchased the pizza, I took two bites and then tried to pawn it off on another friend. They already had their own so I decided it would be a good idea to save it for later, despite my friend’s urging to throw it away and not put that greasy mess in my purse. I’m stubborn, probably even more so when I’m drunk, so into my purse it went.
Now that the mystery was solved, I headed off to work. When I got there, I checked my phone for the first time that morning. Another friend that had been with us the night before had texted to asked if I was ok. Before I responded, I read back through our recent messages. Apparently, she and another girl had gotten separated from our group when we went to find pizza. She texted me to ask where we had gone. My response read, “Pizza!!!” She asked where we were getting pizza. My response was the final text I sent that night. It read, “djghkshgflsdk,” or something to that effect. There were many more texts from her and several missed calls. Poor girl. She probably thought I was dead in a ditch somewhere. I texted her and let her know that I was ok. I told her about the pizza in my purse and she filled me in on other things I didn’t remember, which was pretty much the whole night!
My cherry vodka sours were strong and I’m a lightweight. Luckily, we were responsible and had arranged designated drivers before the night began. Austin, Texas is a great place to celebrate St. Paddy’s Day but prepare yourself for the throngs of drunkards and know your own limits before you become one of them! I sure learned mine that night and I clearly can’t handle my liquor like the Irish!