A Wine Key, Party Crashing, and A Nerf Football

As I key this in, I am sitting on our bed surrounded by hundreds of articles in binders and stapled loosely and notes on every size paper imaginable with no particular organization thinking: "I am never going to remember all of this... do we any any wine?"

The answer to that is: "Yes."

I'm going to go pour a glass and I'll be back momentarily... I believe I promised a drunk blog post, so I'm doing this for you and you alone dear reader.

Be right back....

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Apparently, I have forgotten how to drink-- literally.

I just spent the last ten minutes rooting around in one of our kitchen gadget drawers (we have two) for the wine key. I finally found the damn thing shoved way in the back covered in coffee grounds.

After I found it I was pleasantly surprised that I still knew how to cut the foil and put the corkscrew in and pull the cork out.

In fact, I was so impressed with myself that I immediately stopped the bottle back up with one of our stoppers and put it back in the fridge-- without pouring myself a glass.

I even came back into our room where I now sit, and saw this blog post... oh, yeah, that's what I was doing.

So as I share this glass with you, I'll tell you a bit of a story.

My dissertation chair is taking us out for dinner on Tuesday after my defense. In addition to some friends I have invited, some faculty members will be there, too. One of whom is the chair of my department, who has seen me buzzed on more occasions than I care to recall.

The 2nd worst time was at the start of my second year here. At the end of orientation week every August, the department throws a party for the new *first year graduate students* (this is key). It involves cases of free booze and good food. The party is held in an historic house two blocks from where I live.

My first year I got pretty toasted and ended up being out until 4 AM after bar-hopping with a group of other new students.

At the end of orientation week my second year I went out with some friends and called a faculty member who I knew was at the party (*for the new students*) and with my nice little buzz on, I proceeded to crash that party.

My faculty-friend was in a conversation with the department chair when I saw her, so I naturally went to the bar and got a glass of wine and headed straight for them.

My faculty-friend then fled the scene immediately and I was left standing there with the department chair, mostly drunk from an afternoon of drinking and amidst a crowd of *first year students*.

He was very gracious and apparently I wasn't too much of an ass because he is on my diss committee and has written me many letters of recommendation.

All I am going to write about the number one worst time he saw me buzzed is that it involved a picnic table, a Nerf football, a Hail Mary throw (and I use that term "throw" loosely), and his head.

I hope you all have great Sundays today.

See you on the other side of Tuesday...