Oh, What a Night

I went out with a couple of my English buddies last night-one just got back to Winona and the other left today. I have not had a serious night out in quite some time, and I didn't do that much drinking this past year-I just never really had the time with all my school and club stuff- so I'm definitely feeling it today. After I finish writing this I think I'm going to take a nap, which I never do; even in Spain, where they have a designated naptime, I usually just wasted time online or read or did my homework. Today, though, I'm making an exception. I spent the night on a friend's floor because none of us were in any condition to drive and I had no desire to walk back to my sketchy neighborhood in heels at two in the morning, and while I was grateful to have a place to crash, floors are not the most comfortable places to sleep.

We only went to two bars, and I only had a couple drinks at the first place, but they hit me pretty hard; I don't know if it was because I hadn't eaten much that day, or if my tolerance has just gone down a lot since the last time I went out, or if they were stronger than I'm used to, but by the time we left for the second bar I was really feeling it. Oh. And I had a couple glasses of wine before we went downtown. That probably had something to do with it too. I sobered up pretty quickly once I got there, though, because as soon as we arrived I ran into my English professor-the one whose class I'm starting in a few days.

Well, "run into" isn't a really accurate description. Once we got there we went to the back room where they have a few tables and booths for people who want to be able to hear each other talk (they usually have a band playing in the main part of the bar) where the professor happened to be sitting with a friend. I hadn't talked with him at length in over a year, and the last thing I wanted was to do was attempt a conversation with my professor (who, I have to add, is kind of adorable, which made me feel even more awkward) when I couldn't even look at a fixed point without the scenery in front of me appearing to move. While my friends went to get drinks, I sat at a table, staring resolutely at my lap, thinking "Don't notice me, don't notice me, for the love of all that is holy, do NOT notice-"
"Hey, Laura!"
"...Heeey...."

I survived, though. He asked if I was looking forward to his class and what I thought about his book choice, and he was surprised to hear that I was already almost done with it, saying I was "already the star pupil" (dammit, now I'm going to have to put an effort into the class). And I did enjoy talking with him.

All in all, it was a really fun night, but considering I'm STILL nauseous, I don't think I'll be repeating it anytime soon.