Drunk (for the more than once time this week). Nick went home. I’ve taken over his room (so I can meet Dee and Amy in the morning and…so I can pick up a piece of mail that Nick needs for the Colorado trip come Wednesday). Am I typing correctly? Can’t tell. Fingers in some state south of numb…north of incoherrent. But…I digress…so I’ve taken over for Nick in the room. Apparently…I’ve taken over his drinkikng…no….drinking game duties too. As Duce and Cole (two frat brothers) keyed there way into his (now mine) room. They wanted to play drinking games….one Doetsch was gone…but another dotche would do (did I just spell my own last name wrong?). So I filled in. I wasn’t sleeping anyway…I was trying to sleep early to meet up with Dee and Amy come morning.

So the drinking games went. There were laughs and arguments over rules (while drunk) of a card game called Horse Racing that were funnier than any skit I could concoct. But…the alcohol took it’s toll. Cole left while Duce was treating me to a story about how a girl came between him and a best friend. Then Duce started puking (he removed a big wad of chew before puking) – signaling an end to his drinking. I went to the bathroom to get him some toilet paper to clean up with…and found Cole, passed out on the bathroom floor. Quick check….he was on his side and still breathing (all systems go)…so I left.

I’m very drunk…but not puking/not passing out. So I guess I win right???

Oh well…I’ve got about four or five hours till Dee gets here so I’ll try to sleep.

Over all…a fun night. I’m proud of my independence…but tongiht I got the best of both worlds as I got to drink with the frat brothers I never had…

…Hangover…this is Josh…requesting premission to land…