3 posts tagged “drinking”

So currently I have the douchebag roommate (freshman) and two cool roommates (juniors like me).  Well one of them, the Irish one, and I got in a little spat due to last night.  Heres the scoop.

He goes out around 10 with his friend after Lost and getting all dressed up.
He drunk dials me around 2 as its pouring out and he's looking for a way home, I tell him to call a cab, and we hang up.  I remember something and immediately text him "You better not have forgot your fucking keys again..."
He texts me around 2.30 "Whats the number for XXXXX cab?"  I wake up, get out of bed, go to my computer to look it up and send the number to him.
At 3.00 I get woken up again by pounding on the front door.  He fucking forgot his keys again.  So I go and let him in, but I'm angry.

FLASHBACK:
In the past, I've answered his calls/texts for the exact same cab number 3 times.
In the past, I've been woken up by his loud knocking (I'm the only one on the ground level) because he forgot his keys 4 times.

Now I'm usually pretty easy going, most things just aren't worth getting upset over, but he woke me up 3 times last night for things he shouldn't have needed.  I don't get angry often, but I was angry.

SO I calmly told him that if he asks me for that cab number again, I'm not giving it to him, so he should put it in his phone, and that if he locks himself out again and I'm asleep, I'm not opening the door for him.  He kinda freaks out and starts talking louder and faster, trying to tell me to man up and accept it, that it was an accident, trying to argue me out of it, I just kept on telling him that I wasn't going to let him in, that remembering your keys isn't that hard.

Personally I think he purposely leaves them behind, as he doesn't like carrying them around.  He usually doesn't forget stuff, and the only times I've ever had to let him in has been when he's been out drinking.

And asking him to remember it isn't really all that much, May 19th he's leaving to study abroad in Ireland for the summer, and he won't be going out much with exams coming up, so basically I'm telling him "If you can't remember to take your keys with you when you go out (possibly 3 times?) for the next few weeks, you get to sleep outside."

I don't think he thinks I'm serious.  I deal with the bills, with the landlord, I lent my TV for the main room where everyone else has their own, I run the router and do tech support, I keep the common areas vacuumed, I rarely use the common trash and dishes, but I still take it out and empty the dishwasher.  I go out to the bars with people when they need it, even if i have other stuff to do or would like to stay home, I'm the one who listens when people bitch about their day or about a test, or when they're in an academic mood and want to talk about the line of scottish kings for half an hour (who cares?).  I help them with math and science homework, I listen to their women troubles, I walk with them to the liquor store so they don't have to walk alone, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna back down on this.

This weekend, after many long long years, and then many more long long months of being the only one in the house thats NOT twenty one and therefore of legal drinking age, I finally am 21!

Two of my roommates (the nice ones) turned in August, and have been enjoying the bars for awhile now, and my 4th ACTUAL roommate (who is studying abroad in england right now) turned in January before he left, so for the last few months I've gotten to enjoy the feeling of having a few drinks, then watching as they left to go out to the bars to have a good time while I get to stay with the subletter freshman and his foolish friends.

So my birthday was last friday, the 18th, and on the thursday night earlier, I had a test in Liner Signals and Systems (for those of you in the know, it was fourier series and transforms... a bitch of a topic) at 7:15 pm.  So I spent all day studying with my fellow students.  I was talking to some air force rotc guys who were in the class, and they said they were going out drinking that night, and when I mentioned that I was turning 21 at midnight, they convinced me to go out.  So I went out to a few of the more popular campus bars with them and some friends

DRINKS:
1.  2 1/2 Miller Lites
2.  Three Wise Men
3.  Jagerbomb
4.  Shot of Wild Turkey Whiskey
5.  Landshark (Jimmy Buffet version of Corona)
6.  Bud Light

So I only felt mildly nautious all next day as punishment.

Then comes the actual going-out of my birthday.  At 7 we head to the Nitty Gritty where I've invited a bunch of friends to eat and meet before we all go out drinking in my honor.  Even my married friend showed up (who is naming his upcoming baby girl Peyton... is it just me, or is that a little weird?).  So while we were waiting for people to show up and eating I had three beers.  After we finished eating, we bought some drinks downstairs, then went out to 3 more bars.

Drinks at the Nitty Gritty:
1.  2 x Guiness
2.  Miller Lite
3.  Shot of Oatmeal Cookie
4.  Guiness
5.  Shot of Liquid Cocaine
6.  Irish Car Bomb

Then we went to a few more bars... unfortunately I don't really remember much of it, and am waiting for my new camera to arrive as my old one is broken, but heres a general idea of what happened:
Went to another bar, met up with two more friends, had a beer and a really really strong rum and coke
Went to another bar?
Went to another bar?
Went to another bar and somehow my friends thought I was going to the bathroom when I just got up and left and walked home blackout drunk ALONE BY MYSELF in a city that had seen a sharp increase in murders recently (great friends, yeah?).
Made it home unmolested and puke/passout/repeat for a few hours in the bathroom?
The next thing I'm sure about it that at 5 am I crawled into bed, then I woke up at 9 am still drunk, I stumbled into the bathroom and got some water and ibuprofen and went to bed until about 1.

So yeah, it was a pretty successful night.

Everyone has had a bad roommate at some point.  Some are dirty, some are messy, some are super religious, some are whores, but as annoying as all those things are, I feel the worst is the douchebag.

One of my actual, original roommates is studying abroad in England for a semester, so he found someone to sublet his room.  That someone was a freshman that had been kicked out of the dorms for violating the alcohol policy (means he was caught drinking in the dorms 4-5 times, warned he would be kicked out, then did it more).  That freshman... is a douchebag.

From frequently not doing his dishes, or inviting his underage friends over on thursday nights to get hammered and trashing our place without any prior notice, to getting one of our parties busted by inviting 90 other freshman to our not-so-large apartment, this pales in comparison to what is his ultimate act of douchebaggery.

Last Saturday he went to a frat party with his friends.  He wasn't on the list but he knew the doorman, so he got in.  Once inside, he paid his standard 5$ cup fee, then went to get beer.  The frat guys who lived there were manning the kegs, taking peoples cups and filling them up then passing them back.  He got one beer, but then it was so crowded he couldn't get another beer for, and I quote, "like an hour."  So what does he do, this roommate of mine, when he's at a party where he can't get beer fast enough?

He leaves the party, goes across the street, and calls the cops on the party.

*I'll pause while you re-read that*

Him, a lowly freshman, called the cops on a frat party.  And not only that, he watched it get busted, then bragged about all of this to the rest of us at home.  We were shocked.  I mean seriously, he deserves to get the shit kicked out of him.

All I can do is keep ignoring him until he leaves around May 15th.  And then maybe tell the frat who got their party busted.