The essence of my personality is that I am a terrible girl. I derive great joy from doing things that normal people wouldn’t: singing Kid Rock karaoke, Stealing things from parties, Bathroom graffiti extraordinaire, Sticking my hands in the food and beverage of friends, bringing whistles to bars and blowing them until someone with authority asks me to stop/leave, approaching DJs about plugging my phone into their computers, trying to flip over beer pong tables when I lose, opening up the car doors of strangers when they make out in parking lots.
I am awful and I know that. Part of me is a little embarrassed but most of me thinks I am a hoot and a half. One time that I MAY have gone slightly overboard was at the bachelorette party of a fringe friend. (A fringe friend is a friend that is either a friend of a close friend or a friend that you see a lot for a week and then not again until months later.) Like the rest of the horrible things I have done, this started out with good intentions and bad alcohol.
A bunch of semi-strangers and I piled into a small hotel room where we passed around naughty gifts and booze for the bride-to-be. We drank Cooks, Korbel, and maybe one bottle of champagne that didn’t taste like Splenda-beer. By the time we got packed into the stretch-Hummer and headed out to the bars everyone was pretty drunk. Minutes into the bachelorette party one of the bridesmaids decided that it was time to stop maintaining. “Where is Becca” everyone asked. I dutifully pointed to the bathroom and continued down the rabbit hole. I wasn’t the one vomiting in the bathroom, there was no reason for me to stop having a good time.
A few shots later my altruistic side took hold and volunteered to escort the burdenmaid back to the hotel room so that none of the bride’s close friends would have to abandon her on her last night of freedom. I dragged her sorry ass into the white monstrosity and back to the hotel room. Feeling that I was owed something for my act of kindness, I opened the limo champagne and drank most of the bottle before making it back to the hotel. The rest I drank while standing outside of the limo in the parking lot while “Becca” hung half-in, half-out of the back. Once upstairs she fell out on the bed and, like a good friend, I put an ice bucket next to the bed for her to vomit in.
Once I decided she wasn’t going to die I struck out to the hotel pool to bum a cigarette from the lesbian pool lady. Carol and I chain-smoked menthols like it was our job before I decided it was time to check on my kinda friend to make sure she had not gone the way of Jimi Hendrix. She hadn’t but she had emptied the contents of her stomach into the brown bucket.
This marks the first point in the night where I truly acted like an asshole. I picked up the ice bucket-o-bile and prepared to dump it down the toilet. Suddenly I thought to myself, ” what if the toilet water splashes back in my face?” That two seconds of doubt was all I needed to convince me to dump the barf bucket into the bathtub. This was not the last time she filled the ice bucket and it was not the last time I threw it in the dry tub.
When she fell asleep I looked at the clock. It was- no joke- 10 p.m. This was the second time that night that I acted like an asshole. I turned on the TV and realized that all the champagne had been chugged by the sorority girls that I started my night with. Seeing no alternative, I cracked into the mini-bar.
I wouldn’t be the first drunk girl to raid someone else’s mini-bar. I probably wasn’t even the first person to raid the mini-bar on that floor that very night. But I might have been the only one that wandered into the adjoining room after clearing out the aforementioned mini-bar.
It was then that I noticed the bed decorated in condoms and dick balloons. I can’t tell you why, but for some reason I ran and belly flopped onto the bed. No, not onto the bed, onto the balloons. All of the balloons. Dick ballons? poped em. Adorable pregnancy tests? I opened them. I flailed around for a few minutes before ultimately deciding I was tired and wandering back to the other side.
I was pretty sure that I was sober enough to meet back up with everyone so I sat on the bed and waited for someone to tell me where to go. Eight hours later I woke up to people sleeping all around the bed in which I was spread eagling. Slowly they started waking and everyone was horrified to see the once cute display shredded on the ground. “ WHY IS THE BATHTUB FULL OF VOMIT?” someone screamed.
Because I am honest, and honorable I told everyone what I had done. Also I was still drunk. Everyone kind of starred at me and someone finally blurted out, “you’re kind of an asshole”
And they were right…I kinda am.