Today, I was put in my place...

...and that place just happened to be the stadium toilet.

I must admit, I've become quite confident in my ability to drink copious amounts -- I do. not. throw up from drinking. ever.

Until today. I got screwed by the screwdrivers. I missed the AMAZING NU-CU game because I was too busy worshiping the porcelain gods/ taking a nap passing out ON A PUBLIC TOILET. I swear, the vodka made it a great idea at the time. Now, sober? It's just disgusting.

Matt and I then had to walk (or in my case, stumble.) the 3+ miles back to his house since we couldn't get the car out. (I obviously would not have been the one driving.) So since I was the reason Matt had to watch the second half of his last game as a student on TV, I told him he could leave me alone to go to the bars tonight.

Oh, I failed to mention...I had left my ticket in my sorority house, which is locked for break. So I had to jump through hoops to get my ticket, only to spend maybe five minutes in the stands.

Alcohol - 1
Jessica - 0.

Sorority Sisters

"A sorority is not just letters, parties and good times. It is a feeling that will never leave you as long as you live. It is a responsibility and a duty to yourself and you sisters. It is an eternal love."

This is all good and well and, for the most part, true.

Until you get sick.

Then a sorority is you laying in your room hacking your lungs out while your sisters peek in sporadically with their shirt over their face and a can of lysol in their hand to ask if you're dying.

To which I reply it's when I stop coughing that you need to get worried.