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| - I wasn't planning on going to this "Good-luck on your new job" party but O.M.G--- I'm glad I did! I'm not much for drinking (in public) since I wore out my "inebriated welcome" in college. So with much partying out of my system I don't look forward to loud music, large crowds and wild daubachary. When I got there, the place reminded me of a much subtle DAVE & BUSTERS. Who plays school-yard games while drunk?!
Rarely giving into peer pressure I decided to sip on something to get my friends off my back. One straight coca-cola turned into rum & coke, a few fireball whisky shots, 7 & 7's, and various other drinks from slick male friends saying "Hey, Oona. Try this!", and I was feeling pretty good....
Buzzed and winning at a game that involved sand bags, holes and much focused concentration I ran into a stranger with a jar of maraschino cherries. After making the stupid cherry joke from the movie Grease, I let her put one in my mouth. WTF?! Why would would I take candy from a stranger? Not only that, who know's where her hands have been?! Within a few minutes I felt really wierd. ---Like I had 3 back to back shots! Was I being roofied? I told my friends I didn't feel well...well, I wasn't feeling bad either.
Feeling like I was about to black out and be date raped later on that evening, I had to at least know what to tell the police the next morning, so I asked nonchalantly, "So, uhh...what was in those cherries?"
Her boyfriend admitted that they were soaked in MOONSHINE! WTF?! I didn't care that I could possibly black out and be violated, I just cared that it's not regulated by the health department! Holy crap! Isn't that stuff made in people's bath tub?!
Next thing I know, she dumps the cherries on the ground and walks away! Why would she do that?! Is she destroying evidence?
I got super paranoid and all of my friends begin to stand around me and ask me if I was ok, and then taunted me about how I wasn't going to be able to pass my annual drug test at work. I took a picture of the cherries as evidence just in case my urine came up dirty so I could point to the picture and say, "I SWEAR! I DON'T DO DRUGS--LOOK!"
After about an hour I started to feel a little better and stopped taking shots. What time is it? One thing about Gold Spike is there is no concept of time. I'm a person that's in bed by 8pm so I'm used to going places where the later it gets, the less people you see! Here--it was the opposite. It was 3am and the place was PACKED. After random guys started circling my seat, looking like they were going to ask me for the "digits" I decided it was time to go. It was now approaching 4am! Where did the time go?! I could have continued this adventure by going with my coworkers to get breakfast, but all I kept thinking was the last thing I wanted to Yelp about next was how I barfed my scrambled eggs.
Overall I haven't had THIS MUCH fun in a really long time. I laughed hard, played hard like I was at recess in grade school, and drank hard like I was back in college.
I will definitely come back to Gold Spike again. It was a good time.
P.S. Thank God, I woke up in my own bed, un-roofied!
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