I typically run with a pretty classy group of friends. We know
how to be respectful towards others in public. We know which fork to use for each course of
the meal. We know when we've had too much to drink. Basically, my
friends are the types of friends that you can be proud you have in your life
you enjoy spending a lot of time with.
So you can only imagine the highlights of our day spent at the Cal
football game this year. We started off
with a few beers at my friend’s house which quickly escalated into an afternoon
dance party (obviously!). The dance
party continued in the cab on the way to BART and in the BART station while
waiting for the train – the patrons and local homeless man staring in utter
shock. Cracking beers and loudly
chatting on Bart seemed like the next logical step. Like I said, we know how to be respectful
towards others in public.
Once we arrive in Berkeley, we immediately headed to Henry’s Bar and
get in the beer line. One friend
naturally drinks straight out of the pitcher while the rest of us sip (who’s
kidding…chug) our beers. Someone mentions
that their friend is tailgating and has free beers so we hightail to what we
thought was a nearby parking lot. 40
minutes later we find ourselves with less than one beer a piece and his friends
on their way to the game. Buzz
kill. Thankfully, some older alumni
invited us over to help them finish off their kegs and food. Half our group has no problem inhaling the
food in minutes; picking through it with their hands and shoveling it into
their mouths. As I mentioned, we know
which fork to use for each course of the meal.
We finally arrive at the game just before halftime. We root for Cal as we’re nearing frostbite
and celebrate with some classic jumping up and down when they win the
game. Leaving the game, we realize that
we went a whole 2nd half without any alcohol and decide we must
immediately fix that problem. Back to
Henry’s Bar!! We stock up on pitchers of
beer and within 30 minutes a fight breaks out and one of my friends ends up getting
caught in the middle and pouring her beer on a guy’s head. She’s now escorted out of the bar, so we
decide to call it an evening and head back to BART. The walk to BART is interesting. We’ve somehow created a new style of walking
which combines Hulk Hogan + Spiderman + Richard Simmons. A block away from BART, a bar was calling our
names so we stopped in for yet another round of drinks. I mean, why not? We obviously know when we’ve had too much to
drink, right?
When I got home that night (errr…early the next morning), I thought to myself how lucky I was to have such a great group of friends. Then woke up in the morning and couldn’t remember how I got home.
