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Okay, another one.
One of my best friends is a Pi Phi, and this is the story of a formal gone terribly awry.
So my dear friend, her date, a sister of hers, and me are prepartying at the TKE house as the other chap was a member, and I had yet to pledge anything (I didn't pledge until my 2nd semester), and we all begin to preparty. With a 5th of Absolut Citron, we three, the 2 girls and I proceed to get obliterated. Hmm, Rachel, my central-figure friend of whom I'm speaking disappears for a bit, perhaps to find her missing date who has actually left the premisis to meet up with his girlfriend, unbeknownst to us. No, Rachel is off chugging more special brew of some guys, then comes back looking a little too drunk, but hey, what does 'too drunk' really mean, right?
Well we get to the dance, and my date and me have a wonderful time, going just as good friends. Rachel begins dancing but later sits down being like, I'm rrreeeeeaaaaeeeeaaaaeeaaeaeaaellllly trashed, so I'm thinking cool, she's really drunk, that sucks, but though she won't remember it, at least she is having a great time, right? Hmm. 35 minutes later some friends come up to me saying "Cory, could you go into the girls bathroom and help Rachel..she's rough, and has been lying on the floor for the past 25 minutes" so now I'm thinking "Dammit drunkass, no need to spoil others' times as well" but I check regardless cause 'she my girl.' I go in and try to to talk to her, Kenny from southpark was more understandable than the sounds that came from her mouth, basically, she wasn't talking at all, so though I know it's not funny, I have to have a smile on my face cause normally she can put more alcohol away than I can, but tonight she was rough! I try to stand her up (while drunk myself) but she has jell-o legs, I start to just pick her up, but the police arrive because one of the sisters called it on her so that she received proper help. This is fine, of course...we're glad..they tell me to let her be, and then a few minutes later stretchers roll in and get her. She's 100% unresponsive now, and they're flying her to the emergency room, I think we jusdt left her date their, my date and I, along with the president of Pi Phi all went down to the hospital to stay with her. It's still early, I'll say 11pm, and as we're there (still drunk) we have to give accounts of everything that we know that happened which was fine, we wanted to help in whatever way we could, so we both were like, "the three of us split a bottle of vodka and then she had a few more drinks, we're completely sober now (so we say) but she took it rough, which is odd because, and though I am aware it's incriminating, she can typically drink more than both of us." Stupid to say? I didn't, nor would I have thought so, it was to show that there had to be some other reason she was ill, rather than just the alcohol, perhaps pills or something, which she doesn't do, but who knows? you know? We end up also having to go to alcohol counselling which made me write the board to tell them they'd never get compliance out of me again for getting punished by helping people when in any other circumstance, had I denied prepartying with her, knowing her, shit my date & I didn't even have to go to the hospital. Sorry for the tangent....they tell us all to leave and come back in a few hours, so we all go sleep in the lobby of the Pi Phi, for about an hour, sit there at the hospital for about 5 more while Rachel is getting her tummy charcoaled and pumped, all the while we realize tht she is fine and is going to be okay, but want to see her when she gets out (you'd have to know this girl), so we're kinda joking around about how we drank Rachel under the table and under the toilet, and just delirious by this point, trying to provide ourselves with some amusement, and as we're basically making light of the events that took place, Rachel Pugh's nurse walks out and says, Is a Mr. Pugh here? The guy beside me stands and talks to the nurse. oops, my entire leg could have fit in my mouth with as many times as I stretched it with my foot taht night. A few minutes later though, Rachel walks out, charcoal covered, black face, black scrubs, black hands/hair/everything...coughing, black shit would come out. It was like a monster had emerged...it was hilarious! but sad as well.. she'd had alcohol poisoning. She's such a crazy drunk, I'm sure her dad reprimanded the hell out of her, but she also had to pay lots of cash to attend these alcohol awareness classes for a couple of months straight. She, well, didn't really learn her lesson, but she does take, well, no, she's not really precautious either...she hopes that sort of event is like lighting in it's getting around mentality...I stayed at the hospital til 8am, I hope so too.
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