For Sharon's birthday this weekend, we celebrated by hosting a small century club party. We attempted to make it into the century club back in 2nd year and weren't sure if we'd do better this time. 2nd year was definately our most hardcore year of drinking, so that made us doubtful but working for us was that we've gained drinking experience over the years.
When all was said and done, all but the birthday girl and her friend from home were sucessful. At least though Sharon continued well on past her intended cut-off at 40. A random girl who was roomates with a Leaning won the Drunky McIntoxicated award. When I saw her outside, she somehow managed to put herself in the small patch of dirt on our porch and was rolling around in it. She also managed to fall down the stairs from our top floor. Apparently she is still alive. Good on her. Following our good job, we headed to Bomber. This is when the night gets blurry/messy. Apparently we made spectacles of ourselves on the dancefloor. I'll have to get out the videotape of that night.